<?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-719558820554779731</id><updated>2012-02-02T11:05:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poética do Ator</title><subtitle type='html'>Processos pessoais e relacionados ao trabalho e desenvolvimento do ator: preparação de elenco, preparador de atores, direção teatral, comissão de frente, carnaval, cinema, teatro, televisão, preparador de elenco, preparação de atores, método de interpretação, coach, ator poético, novelas, longa-metragem, curta-metragem, desfiles de escolas de samba. Por Luiz Mario Vicente</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-622427658139866039</id><published>2012-01-23T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:30:25.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um encontro...inevitável encontro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79FioUeDnho/Tx33rpNqqkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/q2du3e9AV-s/s1600/foto+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79FioUeDnho/Tx33rpNqqkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/q2du3e9AV-s/s320/foto+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Claudio, Milhem, Luiz e Rafaela)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aqui vai meu agradecimento aos atores Milhem Cortaz, Claudio Gabriel e Rafaela Mandelli (Minissérie Chapa Quente - Rede Record - Produção Gullane Entretenimentos).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho repetido que processo com atores é sempre um achado. Uma busca, procura e encontro com o inevitável. Com esses queridos não poderia ter sido diferente. Mas foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia após o outro, no espaço das flutuações eles foram indo, indo, indo levemente na direção de suas próprias descobertas. De suas próprias imagens esculpidas, longe do lugar comum ou das obviedades metódicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mérito deles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A mim coube o árduo ofício de estar ali. Presente. Questionando e me doando. Num tempo e lugar onde a pressão é fruto das responsabilidades, a criação da sensibilidade e a preparação da generosidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Isso eles tem e muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A Chapa tá quente pessoal. E me resta agora, distante, agradecer aos momentos de aprendizado e amadurecimento (talvez tenha sido um dos encontros com atores mais maduros que já tive) e reverenciar uma equipe disposta, apesar dos contratempos, a fazer parte de um trabalho com atores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ao Johnny e ao Daniel, diretores parceiros, desejo uma sequencia de ótimos dias de filmagem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigado e parabéns...queridos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jib30lh3VE4/Tx33pZoi0BI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jw9vlOeT40Q/s1600/foto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jib30lh3VE4/Tx33pZoi0BI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jw9vlOeT40Q/s320/foto.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(sala das flutuações - espaço dos atores)&lt;/b&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/719558820554779731-622427658139866039?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/622427658139866039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=622427658139866039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/622427658139866039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/622427658139866039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2012/01/claudio-milhem-luiz-e-rafaela-aqui-vai.html' title='Mais um encontro...inevitável encontro!'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79FioUeDnho/Tx33rpNqqkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/q2du3e9AV-s/s72-c/foto+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6389443961815013672</id><published>2012-01-20T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:34:17.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me falem de métodos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me falem de dissecações e esqueçamos as obviedades.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não preparo atores,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;respeito o inevitável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-6389443961815013672?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6389443961815013672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6389443961815013672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6389443961815013672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6389443961815013672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2012/01/papinho.html' title='Papinho...'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-5531268574438206771</id><published>2012-01-19T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:04:59.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda vez...toda vez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Toda vez que me convidam para preparar atores para um filme, seja cinema, TV ou teatro eu me questiono. Duvido. Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que palavra e que peso é esse PREPARAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Despretensiosamente afirmo no meu silêncio que sou incapaz. Não sei. Tenho enorme dúvidas com essa obrigação, função, trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vou duvidando. De mim, do diretor, do ator, do roteiro, do espaço, do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Certo de que não faço filme, não preparo atores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Certo seria me convidarem para continuar na busca do inevitável. Em almas dissolvidas de atores poderosos e encarniçados de genialidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas preparar....sei não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOHHH0ze8Ys/TxhanM9ykTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pivDzITpMQ0/s1600/Imagem068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOHHH0ze8Ys/TxhanM9ykTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pivDzITpMQ0/s320/Imagem068.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-5531268574438206771?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/5531268574438206771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=5531268574438206771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5531268574438206771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5531268574438206771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2012/01/toda-veztoda-vez.html' title='Toda vez...toda vez.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOHHH0ze8Ys/TxhanM9ykTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pivDzITpMQ0/s72-c/Imagem068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6609698513944393009</id><published>2011-12-30T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T05:57:03.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que pensam os atores?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me redescubro no decorrer de cada novo processo de preparação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nada tão novo, nada tão inovador. Apenas o arrepio dorsal que invade todos os meus sistemas lógicos e irracionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O que pensa o ator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O que qualquer um de nós pensa, direi eu. O que de novo há nisso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas, o que pensam os atores três segundos antes de entrarem em cena, diante de um "ação" ou de um "gravando"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não sei. Tantas possibilidades, infinitas ou vazias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas o corpo pensa. Pede. Agita. Grita. Tensiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Serão os tais três segundos antes do momento "pra valer" que um mundo passa pelo corpo inquieto. Diria até que &lt;b&gt;TENSO&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Uma respiração mais profunda, um olhar mais atento, uma infladinha e uma concentração...Eis o resultado para tudo ir por água abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A cena sairá certa, os textos bem falados, as marcas cumpridas. Mas o estado natura em que precisamos para recriarmos a realidade ficcional tão visceral, não acontecerá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Então, fiquem atentos aos três segundos - entre o atenção e o ação - se observem, observem aos outros e perceberão (ou não) que pensar nesta hora não serve, serve ser pensado, pelo corpo, por tudo o que se conquistou antes de estar ali, preste a agir, a atuar, a ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ninguém disse que seria fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas impossível não é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-6609698513944393009?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6609698513944393009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6609698513944393009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6609698513944393009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6609698513944393009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-pensam-os-atores.html' title='O que pensam os atores?'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-5626681680937490954</id><published>2011-10-07T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T05:38:28.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercício de direção. Teatro/Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Direção que realizei no Teatro para Alguém com os atores&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Zemanuel Piñero e Paulo Vinícius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Texto de Edison Delmiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Direção de fotografia de Nelson Kao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Teatro/Cinema'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7246413478385774791</id><published>2011-08-09T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:13:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercício para jovens atores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Acabamos a oficina &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Através dos olhos de Querô"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; no Tendal da Lapa em São Paulo. Foram mais de quatro meses onde o tempo e o espaço se fizeram ausente. Quer dizer: foi ótimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instigar e ser alimentado pela vontade de conhecimento trocado e não dado é sempre muito renovador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos alunos amigos espero ter deixado aquela semente de que tanto precisamos para o início de uma nova jornada. E que cada um saiba usá-la da melhor maneira possível para multiplicar o tanto que dividimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ensinar a interpretar? Não. Conviver com a dúvida de que a certeza só surge quando sentimos que temos algo de bom para dar. No palco, diante da câmera, na vida. Isso foi o combinado. Espero termos conseguido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas agora nova etapa. Um novo desafio. Sete curtas, sete idéias, onze atores e atrizes e nenhum tostão no bolso. Vamos em busca do cinema pobre. Não na sua pequenez, mas em estabelecer novos encontros entre, atores, enquadramentos, movimentos, encenação, estética, ética e conceito. Uma relação do humano ator com a máquina câmera, emotiva e sensível. Muito tato, muito fato e uma enorme vontade, de todos nós, em arriscar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pelo cinema apenas, mas por nossas dignidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avante amigos que muito ainda temos que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"SETE (nome provisório) é uma sequência de pequenos curtas criados pelos alunos. Será filmado em dois finais de semana, tendo como locação os espaços do Tendal da Lapa, local onde foi realizada a oficina."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_Ub7cHDQBw/TkIB25Lyt8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3mLd5Fj3FS4/s1600/4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_Ub7cHDQBw/TkIB25Lyt8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3mLd5Fj3FS4/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639071725996128194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-7246413478385774791?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7246413478385774791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7246413478385774791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7246413478385774791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7246413478385774791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/08/exercicio-para-jovens-atores.html' title='Exercício para jovens atores'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_Ub7cHDQBw/TkIB25Lyt8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3mLd5Fj3FS4/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-1537155605287368074</id><published>2011-08-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:26:15.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O despreparo em preparar atores (1)</title><content type='html'>Sou um bípede ruminante e selvagem. Instinto. Insisto!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os atores geniais não. Porque existem atores geniais não ruminantes. É verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São feitos da mesma matéria dos sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imperfeitos, translúcidos e sublimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nós, que ruminamos, não há preparação que nos salve desta moléstia e deste destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por fim, uns nascem, outros fazem. O que será o melhor??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-1537155605287368074?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/1537155605287368074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=1537155605287368074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1537155605287368074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1537155605287368074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-despreparo-em-preparar-atores-1.html' title='O despreparo em preparar atores (1)'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6243029329733061890</id><published>2011-08-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T06:16:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre Vales e Montanhas...e encontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mais uma etapa desta jornada de encontros e desencontros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O trabalho realizado no longa de Philippe Barcinski (Entre Vales e Montanhas) foi admirável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A preparação do jovem ator Matheus, pequenino de tudo mas grandioso nas ações, intensões e agitações, mais uma vez, tornou-se um aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Perceber o universo infantil, sem infantilizar e muito menos amadurecer requer cuidado. Colaborar com a interpretação diante da câmera de uma criança sempre me deixa cauteloso, pois o ofício é para nós, adultos. Para os petizes, nada mais do que dias de jogos, brincadeiras e encantamentos. Sério ou não prefiro a mão suave e o caminho gentil. Sem forçar, marcar, ou mesmo exigir. São as crianças que dizem, num filme o que devem fazer, inconscientemente. Se eu puder, irei ajudá-las a encontrarem-se e a descobrirem-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No mais, ao diretor - e neste caso um incrível Philippe Barcinsk - cabe a difícil missão de tornar o set, com seu pequeno ator, no lugar mais colorido e zeloso do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Afinal, o olhar e a alma infantil sempre serão a busca de todo ator, por mais experiente que seja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Parabéns Philippe, Kity (obrigado), Melissa, Ângelo e a toda generosa e talentosa equipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4643017353679625391</id><published>2011-07-21T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:29:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou ator.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sou ator.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um projeto inacabado. Repleto de vazios, ausências e solidões.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou ator.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E tenho medo do encontro com minha real escuridão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou ator.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minto, finjo, blefo. Mas tenho um coração completamente verdadeiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou ator.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou nada. Sou tudo. Imensidão.&lt;/i&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/719558820554779731-4643017353679625391?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4643017353679625391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4643017353679625391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4643017353679625391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4643017353679625391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-ator.html' title='Sou ator.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3845936086250470922</id><published>2011-07-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:56:08.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais sobre projetos e trajetórias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Um novo endereço na web sobre os trabalhos que realizei e os projetos futuros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A multiplicidade de fazeres desaguando na tentativa de compreender cada vez mais o universo misterioso do ator. Um mundo de som e fúria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luizmariovicente.wordpress.com"&gt;www.luizmariovicente.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TMK00JYMyw/Tihl66701-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/iC_jaskxiMg/s1600/capa%2Bsite8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TMK00JYMyw/Tihl66701-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/iC_jaskxiMg/s400/capa%2Bsite8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631863396953806818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;teatro - cinema - dança - educação - oficinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-3845936086250470922?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3845936086250470922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3845936086250470922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3845936086250470922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3845936086250470922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/07/mais-sobre-projetos-e-trajetorias.html' title='Mais sobre projetos e trajetórias.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TMK00JYMyw/Tihl66701-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/iC_jaskxiMg/s72-c/capa%2Bsite8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7464228709607121471</id><published>2011-05-08T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T08:13:50.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Margarita Terekhova - "O espelho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Um Andrei Tarkovsky preciso. O quase diálogo de &lt;b&gt;Marguerita Terekhova&lt;/b&gt; em "O Espelho" traduz o sentido poético criado pelo diretor e pela atriz nesta cena. A intensidade revela-se na implosão da expressão, constituída por leveza, impulso e simplicidade. Tão delicado que chega a incomodar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c9ed14371c1fe641" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9ed14371c1fe641%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BEFC240784DF8E36E6062877CA5FAAA124D5EB.29ADCA857E6EB136C70A8C879DB3942A0FBB2546%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9ed14371c1fe641%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOhE5NZifut9Q-7Q0QpYSQSaBYfg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9ed14371c1fe641%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BEFC240784DF8E36E6062877CA5FAAA124D5EB.29ADCA857E6EB136C70A8C879DB3942A0FBB2546%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9ed14371c1fe641%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOhE5NZifut9Q-7Q0QpYSQSaBYfg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(trecho do filme "O espelho" de Andrei Tarkovsky)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-7464228709607121471?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7464228709607121471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7464228709607121471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7464228709607121471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7464228709607121471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/05/margarita-terekhova-o-espelho.html' title='Margarita Terekhova - &quot;O espelho&quot;'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4550550558395425072</id><published>2011-04-10T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:43:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liv Ullmann.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tempo-espaço. É físico e composto mais de ar (silêncio) do que da materilidade do texto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Essa cena de abertura do filme de Bergman - "A hora do lobo" - revela uma &lt;b&gt;Liv Ullmann&lt;/b&gt;, que mesmo falando para a câmera, perpassa entre fios delicados do relato autoral, ficcional, artístico e poético. Com a mesma força de quem consegue fazer uma leve pena flutuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2934cd17b46f3b62" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2934cd17b46f3b62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57C775AE62CE7F5B460D304C0A5BC9EA0AA63116.89F654DBB69E368842E859B775232CB6ADDC1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2934cd17b46f3b62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCIS19DCGT-IsKkDPSASfkXSu-cs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2934cd17b46f3b62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57C775AE62CE7F5B460D304C0A5BC9EA0AA63116.89F654DBB69E368842E859B775232CB6ADDC1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2934cd17b46f3b62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCIS19DCGT-IsKkDPSASfkXSu-cs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(trecho do filme "A hora do lobo" - &lt;span id="lblTituloOriginal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vargtimmen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;de Ingmar Bergman - 1968)&lt;/b&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/719558820554779731-4550550558395425072?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4550550558395425072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4550550558395425072&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4550550558395425072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4550550558395425072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/04/liv-ullmann.html' title='Liv Ullmann.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6349418149962567550</id><published>2011-04-10T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:20:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pessoa do ator no Pessoa poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;PREDOMÍNIO DO SENTIDO INTERIOR&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;      Era eu um poeta estimulado pela filosofia e não um filósofo com faculdades poéticas. Gostava de admirar a beleza das coisas, descobrir no imperceptível, através do diminuto, a alma poética do universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;      A poesia da terra nunca morre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;      A poesia encontra-se em todas as coisas - na terra e no mar, no lago e na margem do rio. Encontra-se também na cidade - não o neguemos - é evidente para mim, aqui, enquanto estou sentado, há poesia nesta mesa, neste papel, neste tinteiro; há poesia no barulho dos carros nas ruas, em cada movimento diminuto, comum, ridículo, de um operário, que do outro lado da rua está pintando a tabuleta de um açougue. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;      Meu senso íntimo predomina de tal maneira sobre meus cinco sentidos que vejo coisas nesta vida - acredito-o - de modo diferente de outros homens. Há para mim - havia - um tesouro de significado numa coisa tão ridícula como uma chave, um prego na parede, os bigodes de um gato. Há para mim uma plenitude de sugestão espiritual em uma galinha com seus pintinhos, atravessando a rua, com ar pomposo. Há para mim um significado mais profundo do que as lágrimas humanas no aroma do sândalo, nas velhas latas num monturo, numa caixa de fósforos caída na sarjeta, em dois papéis sujos que, num dia de ventania, rolarão e se perseguirão rua abaixo. &lt;b&gt;É que a poesia é espanto, admiração, como de um ser tombado dos céus, a tomar plena consciência de sua queda, atônito diante das coisas. Como de alguém que conhecesse a alma das coisas, e lutasse para recordar esse conhecimento, lembrando-se de que não era assim que as conhecia, não sob aquelas formas e aquelas condições, mas de nada mais se recordando. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fernando Pessoa em "&lt;i&gt;O Eu Profundo&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;1910?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-6349418149962567550?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6349418149962567550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6349418149962567550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6349418149962567550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6349418149962567550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/04/predominio-do-sentido-interior-era-eu.html' title='A pessoa do ator no Pessoa poeta'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6601360762170532536</id><published>2011-04-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:48:17.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espaço do impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Minha alma de ator reside neste espaço. Território das sombras e das "coisas" terrivelmente estranhas. Se alimenta do ar macilento e dos contornos disformes. É absolutamente imperiosa, doidivana e generosa. O ateliê mais lindo do mundo é a morada dos meus personagens. A casa das minhas flutuações".&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;(ator desconhecido)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2oA5r9DIH8/TZtv3XFeZQI/AAAAAAAAAao/zxp578Zybs4/s1600/tumblr_leza6bVzjM1qcl8ymo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2oA5r9DIH8/TZtv3XFeZQI/AAAAAAAAAao/zxp578Zybs4/s400/tumblr_leza6bVzjM1qcl8ymo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592186359191069954" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/719558820554779731-6601360762170532536?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6601360762170532536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6601360762170532536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6601360762170532536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6601360762170532536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/04/espaco-do-impossivel.html' title='Espaço do impossível'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2oA5r9DIH8/TZtv3XFeZQI/AAAAAAAAAao/zxp578Zybs4/s72-c/tumblr_leza6bVzjM1qcl8ymo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-5275074338995427063</id><published>2011-03-28T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:08:46.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...ainda Giacometti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Um passeio pelo inverso da imensidão humana".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;É sempre uma impressão da despersonificação dos sentidos e da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Giacometti amplia o entendimento da unidade que somos, tão perfeitos nestas formas delicadamente imperfeitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Personas" dissolvidas. Os atores devem entender isso. Precisam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Do branco (vazio) ao cinza incandescente (plenitude).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-caa8ea8be0db3de2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcaa8ea8be0db3de2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FDC30C0E498044C1E073DBA128528CBF81D3C6B.1E3001256509D2EE37040D215045BB780F5565B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcaa8ea8be0db3de2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXVN7LFhAJQJtyZgBpwhy9KQPrE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcaa8ea8be0db3de2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310835%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FDC30C0E498044C1E073DBA128528CBF81D3C6B.1E3001256509D2EE37040D215045BB780F5565B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcaa8ea8be0db3de2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXVN7LFhAJQJtyZgBpwhy9KQPrE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Trecho editado do documentário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;"Un homme parmi les hommes : Alberto Giacometti"&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/719558820554779731-5275074338995427063?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/5275074338995427063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=5275074338995427063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5275074338995427063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5275074338995427063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/03/ainda-giacometti.html' title='...ainda Giacometti.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-2726867343819734276</id><published>2011-03-28T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:03:59.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3º Movimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;O príncipio das coisas não está nas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;O princípio das coisas está no silêncio dramático de um ator.&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/719558820554779731-2726867343819734276?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/2726867343819734276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=2726867343819734276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2726867343819734276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2726867343819734276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-movimento.html' title='3º Movimento'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-5899808366290597668</id><published>2011-03-25T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T06:11:59.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alberto Giacometti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Alberto Giacometti. Um dissecador de almas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ver o outro simplesmente é natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ver o outro na essência é natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Bravo os atores e atrizes que vêem nos outros e em si mesmos além das camadas superficiais da mancha cotidiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"As pessoas vêem. Os poetas (atores) tem visões"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Viva Giacometti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gP8ASGP8-7c/TYyS4XdK1WI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Z_lhKeV4xE/s400/giacometti-painting2%255B1%255D.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588002734726632802" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msv43OjDJOw/TYyS-zJ9WSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/q4xskvWstiE/s400/alberto-giacometti-13.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588002845241465122" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--d3rs_TgxnM/TYyTCuQ5SxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fuhD-7JsD6c/s1600/alberto-giacometti-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--d3rs_TgxnM/TYyTCuQ5SxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fuhD-7JsD6c/s400/alberto-giacometti-05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588002912647858962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-5899808366290597668?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/5899808366290597668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=5899808366290597668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5899808366290597668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5899808366290597668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/03/alberto-giacometti.html' title='Alberto Giacometti'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gP8ASGP8-7c/TYyS4XdK1WI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Z_lhKeV4xE/s72-c/giacometti-painting2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6722385879727328461</id><published>2011-03-24T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:40:43.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos ao inevitável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJgnZ7zDfTA/TYvIMppOVpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CFGmJhGSrQI/s1600/flayer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJgnZ7zDfTA/TYvIMppOVpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CFGmJhGSrQI/s400/flayer3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587779882345977490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-6722385879727328461?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6722385879727328461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6722385879727328461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6722385879727328461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6722385879727328461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/03/caminhos-ao-inevitavel.html' title='Caminhos ao inevitável'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJgnZ7zDfTA/TYvIMppOVpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CFGmJhGSrQI/s72-c/flayer3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3893531752092902934</id><published>2011-02-18T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:44:59.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ator vidente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbM5FxYeti4/TV6EeehE7fI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jS7T8cMDSck/s1600/SDC16813.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/-JbM5FxYeti4/TV6EeehE7fI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jS7T8cMDSck/s320/SDC16813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575039047853993458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(gravura de Luciano Bortoletto)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu é um outro."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"O poeta se faz vidente por meio de um longo, imenso e estudado desregramento de todos os sentidos. Todas as formas de amor, de sofrimento, de loucura; ele busca por si mesmo, esgota em si todos os venenos, para guardar apenas suas quintessências. Inefável tortura em que ele precisa de toda a fé, de toda a força sobre-humana; em que ele se torna entre todos o grande doente, o grande criminoso, o grande maldito, – e o supremo Sábio! – Pois ele chega ao desconhecido!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"É errado dizer: eu penso. Deve-se dizer: sou pensado!...Quero ser poeta e trabalho para tornar-me VIDENTE" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;(Arthur Rimbaud)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Meu "eu" são vários "outros". Ao ator resta o desregramento de todos os sentidos, tal qual o poeta, para tornar-se vidente ou o dissecador silencioso de almas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Buscar na quintessência de seu íntimo os impulsos que contornarão as vidas "outras" que o drama ficcional necessita. Permitir a si próprio que todo acumulo de repertório (e este é fundamental para o abandono cego em sua escuridão) ecoe por seus canais de expressão. Abandonar-se para depois reencontrar-se num estado alterado de consciência, então plena, de suas capacidades funcionais artísticas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O impulso que gera esse caos imediato é resultado da busca em ser vidente, poeta. Ver o invisível para então nominar os novos estados e as novas sensações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O ator vidente não tem apego pelo que produz. Cria e abandona com a sabedoria do novo diante de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O ator vidente não olha para as coisas como elas são. Vê através de um mistério e assim como Rimbaud, vê como gênio, delinqüente, demente, místico, louco, selvagem, poeta, masoquista, amoroso, rude...vidente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No mais, ter fé nisso, não significa entendimento. Apenas revela um caminho para o prazer em sempre ser "eu-outro". Do natural da sua natureza primária e sábia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/719558820554779731-3893531752092902934?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3893531752092902934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3893531752092902934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3893531752092902934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3893531752092902934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/02/ator-vidente-ator-poeta.html' title='Ator vidente'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbM5FxYeti4/TV6EeehE7fI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jS7T8cMDSck/s72-c/SDC16813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-5670478485739963461</id><published>2011-02-10T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:35:19.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Carnavalha" titubeante e alienante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0Czqfz7jf8/TVPm8Lcd_vI/AAAAAAAAAYA/szw83MxsW2w/s1600/Comiss%25C3%25A3o%2B2009%2B%25288%2529.BMP" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0Czqfz7jf8/TVPm8Lcd_vI/AAAAAAAAAYA/szw83MxsW2w/s400/Comiss%25C3%25A3o%2B2009%2B%25288%2529.BMP" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572051085526171378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(o sofrimento do povo angolano - 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Eis que o enfastiado Momo retorna das cinzas para mais uma festa daquelas neste tal de "carnaval".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Já que os bons bailes acabaram, a irreverência anárquica é passado, a alegria solta e arredia fica por conta das incontáveis festas de rua, trios elétricos e desfiles metódicos repetitivos das agremiações de samba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Convivi por mais de dez anos nas tais "escolas" e aprendi muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Muito como não ser, não ter e não querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Momo, nosso alvará epopéico de liberdade e riso, hoje é um mestre cansado das coisas que na "avenida" vem sendo apresentada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Confesso que não tenho paciência para assistir os desfiles das escolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; de samba. O fazia por prazer ao ofício de uma arte que tentava impor nas comissões de frente que criava e dirigia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzpQjhepsd4/TVPlZggXl3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZvrcG1bOxUQ/s400/sp_16_leandrodeitaquera_f_012.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572049390372624242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(bundas irreverentes - 2005)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E quando esse prazer acabou (afinal o sofrimento precisa de dia e hora para acabar). Acabou. Fim da festa, das coreografia tresloucadas e das tentativas de ir além do comum e do óbvio enburrecedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYcrnAIWCh0/TVPlx2hXf5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/fURHjciynVk/s400/site%2Bterra.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572049808599252882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(os olhos da cegueira - 2007)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Lidar com os atores em teatro, cinema e tv requer uma compreensão incomun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Lidar com os "atores componentes" (?) de uma agremiação de samba e sua "comitiva diretiva", requer santidade pagã. Isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yKTEV1tSqI/TVPmQJfPW0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/eujn9j8ASVs/s400/2003c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572050329086679874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(o bem e o mal diante de nós - 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ao carnaval (diga-se desfiles) - as bananas. Os balangandãs e as miçangas e todo o luxo falso dos quatro dias de folias não mais representam o rompimento das hierarquias e da explosão de encantamento e festa. Vamos assistir (eu não vou) ao marchar de miseráveis crentes fiéis a um rei que não está nú. Nú está o povo mesmo coberto do plástico barato ornado e do sorriso acanhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As fotos acima são referentes as comissões e frente que criei, dirigi e coreografei nos Desfiles das Escolas de Samba de São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fui premiado como melhor coreógrafo com o Troféu Nota 10 em 2000 (grupo especial) e 2007 (grupo de acesso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-5670478485739963461?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/5670478485739963461/comments/default' 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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/719558820554779731-6736234734112513676?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6736234734112513676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6736234734112513676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Lá se foram os atores para o set de filmagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Lá estão após intensa e delicada imersão na sala de ensaio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Encontros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Desencontros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Descobertas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sustos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Comunhão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Algumas semanas de preparação e reitero na crença e na fé: o mais enigmático e maravilhoso no ator (e atriz) são os caminhos ocultos que ele não revela mas que os processos o fazem perceber nitidamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não há método.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não existem verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não existem mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Só o corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E a dissecação das entranhas escuras de seu íntimo vulnerável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Como conseguir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Perguntem aos teóricos e metódicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O importante é flutuar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Filme de Longa-Metragem: "Tríade - Galeria de Espelhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Direção: Amilcar Claro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Preparação de atores: Luiz Mario Vicente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Em fase de filmagem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-297164756992537242?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/297164756992537242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=297164756992537242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/297164756992537242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/297164756992537242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/02/triade-galeria-de-espelhos.html' title='TRÍADE - GALERIA DE ESPELHOS'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4545636703634467583</id><published>2011-01-16T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:20:20.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Movimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O ARTISTA VIDENTE É UM SILENCIOSO DISSECADOR DE ALMAS"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-4545636703634467583?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4545636703634467583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4545636703634467583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4545636703634467583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4545636703634467583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-artista-vidente-e-um-silencioso.html' title='1º Movimento'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-633189952728151235</id><published>2011-01-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:23:31.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 - Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O início de 2011 se revela promissor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No entanto, ao compasso de um passo acelerado, intenso, vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Vou com fé, experimentando coisas saborosas que há muito tempo não sentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Meus alicerces agora mais fortalecidos me apoiam. Os que amam estão muito bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Saudades de outros que amo também. Saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2011 vai no caminho reto de curvas tortuosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No trabalho me encontro. E nele, bem neste "iniciozinho" de ano, me encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E digo a mim mesmo: seremos, eu e 2011, uma dupla que fará dos belos encontros uma celebração digna da dor e da delícia de sermos quem hoje somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ao trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ao Teatro (enfim, 10 anos depois, dirigindo e atuando).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ao cinema (e entendendo que preparar não tem fórmula, tem jeito. Sacaram alguns?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A TV (com sabedoria).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A mim mesmo (e a dignidade renovada em dizer e buscar perfeitamente aquilo que mais me alimentou durante estes anos todos - o ator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Chega de papo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TSIsIYnozSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oLe2kKPIRrA/s1600/men-working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TSIsIYnozSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oLe2kKPIRrA/s400/men-working.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558053412687891746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-633189952728151235?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/633189952728151235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=633189952728151235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/633189952728151235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/633189952728151235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-working.html' title='2011 - Working'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TSIsIYnozSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oLe2kKPIRrA/s72-c/men-working.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4628192550771140233</id><published>2010-12-23T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:16:19.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascemos para cantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Um especial sobre a vida de Chitãozinho e Xororó em comemoração aos seus 40 anos de carreira em que fiz a preparação dos atores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Há trabalhos que realmente são prazerosos. Este foi o principal deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DocDrama dirigido por André Ristum e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;Maurício Dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(93, 88, 80); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com: Jefferson Alcântara (Chitãozinho criança), Giovane Ortega (Xororó criança), Arlindo Lopes (Chitãozinho adulto), Rodrigo Pasquali (Xororó adulto), Leonardo Vieira (pai), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Vanessa Gerbelli (mãe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;e Paulo Gorgulho (empresário). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TRNSdjG1DDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AGXWfWgtydg/s1600/reduzida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TRNSdjG1DDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AGXWfWgtydg/s400/reduzida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553873433071520818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;(Jefferson Alcântara e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Giovane Ortega)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TRNSZeeLsgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SqlzERc6Aoo/s1600/chitao1-652x316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TRNSZeeLsgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SqlzERc6Aoo/s400/chitao1-652x316.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553873363107820034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;(Rodrigo Pasquali e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Arlindo Lopes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REDE RECORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia 25 de dezembro, sábado, às 23h, na Rede Record.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Dia 26 de dezembro, domingo, às 18h, na Record News.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/719558820554779731-4628192550771140233?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4628192550771140233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4628192550771140233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4628192550771140233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4628192550771140233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2010/12/nascemos-para-cantar.html' title='Nascemos para cantar'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TRNSdjG1DDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AGXWfWgtydg/s72-c/reduzida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7720937091257971579</id><published>2010-12-10T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T05:35:19.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o ator poético</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“O entendimento dos símbolos e dos rituais (simbólicos) exige do intérprete que possua cinco qualidades ou condições, sem as quais os símbolos serão mortos para ele, e ele morto para eles. A primeira é a &lt;b&gt;simpatia&lt;/b&gt;; não direi a primeira em tempo, mas a primeira conforme vou citando, e cito por graus de simplicidade. Tem o intérprete que sentir simpatia pelo símbolo que se propõe a interpretar. A atitude cauta, a ironia, a deslocada æ todas elas privam o intérprete da primeira condição para poder interpretar. A segunda é a &lt;b&gt;intuição&lt;/b&gt;. A simpatia pode auxiliá-la, se ela já existe, porém não criá-la. Por intuição se entende aquela espécie de entendimento com que se sente o que está além do símbolo, sem que se veja. A terceira é a &lt;b&gt;inteligência&lt;/b&gt;. A inteligência analisa, decompõe, ordena, reconstrói noutro nível o símbolo; tem, porém, que fazê-lo depois que se usou da simpatia e da intuição. Um dos fins da inteligência, no exame dos símbolos, é o de relacionar no alto o que está de acordo com a relação que está embaixo. Não poderá fazer isso se a simpatia não tem lembrado essa relação, se a intuição a não tiver estabelecido. Então a inteligência, de discursiva que naturalmente é, se tornará analógica, e o símbolo poderá ser interpretado. A quarta é a &lt;b&gt;compreensão&lt;/b&gt;, entendendo por esta palavra o conhecimento de outras matérias, que permitam que o símbolo seja iluminado por várias luzes, relacionando com vários símbolos, pois que, no fundo, é tudo o mesmo. Não direi erudição, como poderia ter dito, pois erudição é uma soma; nem direi cultura, pois cultura é uma síntese; e a compreensão é uma vida. Assim certos símbolos não podem ser bem entendidos se não houver antes, ou ao mesmo tempo, o entendimento de símbolos diferentes. A quinta é menos definível. Direi talvez, falando a uns que é a graça, falando a outros que é a mão do&lt;b&gt; Superior Incógnito&lt;/b&gt;, falando a terceiros que é o Conhecimento e a Conversação do Santo Anjo da Guarda, entendendo cada uma destas coisas, que são a mesma da maneira como as entendem aqueles que delas usam, falando ou escrevendo”. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Fernando Pessoa – nota preliminar de MENSAGEM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-7720937091257971579?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7720937091257971579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7720937091257971579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7720937091257971579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7720937091257971579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2010/12/aos-atores.html' title='Para o ator poético'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-5975259501564760466</id><published>2010-11-30T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:38:27.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uns minutos de silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 58px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TPU_wa5_efI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Sc-CSuR68xA/s400/Performance%2BLuiz%2BMario%2BVicente%2B-%2BSil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545408617265461746" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um homem singular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Uma história incomum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Sua voz ecoa para o mundo, menos para ele próprio. O silêncio estampado na cara, na fala, na alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Terá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus esquecido dele? Terá nosso Deus emudecido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Um homem incomum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Uma história singular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Preparação de Elenco: Luiz Mario Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assistente de Preparação de Elenco: Diego Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Produção Executiva:Alexandre Basso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Direção de Produção: Lia Mattos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Produção de Elenco: Bertho Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assist. de Produção Executiva: Renata Francato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assist. de Produção de Elenco: Luciana Balbino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estagiário de Produção: Léo Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Direção de Fotografia: Pedro Semanovisch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Primeiro Assistente de Câmera: Gabriel Trajano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Segundo Assist. de Câmera: Daniel Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Loader: Toni Couto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Operador de Steady Cam: Pauloa Hermida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maquinista Chefe: Daniel Huhn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Direção de Making Off: Danilo Scaldaferri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Câmera do Making Off: Mariela Brite e Adriana Conceição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Still: Valéria Simões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Direção de Arte: Henrique Dantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assist. de Arte: Carol Tanajura e Flávio Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cenotécnico: Paulo Batistela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Produtor de Objeto: Silverino Araújo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Figurino: Diana Moreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assist. de Figurino: Alice Santos e Luiz Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Chefe de Costura: Rita Moreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maquiador/Cabelereiro: Wilson D'argolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assist. de Maquiagem: Virgínia Morais Santos de Souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Motorista: Roberto Almeida, Márcio Cruz, Rogério Almeida, Manoel Falcão, Jusimar Silva,Alex Santana e Décio Actis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alimentação Trampoli das Artes: Rite e Reni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(fonte: site www.trampolimdoforte.com.br)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eis os horários das apresentações no festival do Rio -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mostra Competitiva - PREMIERE BRASIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sessão para convidados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Local: Cine Odeon Petrobrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Data: 29 de setembro, quarta-feira - 22 h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sessão Popular, seguido de debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Local: Pavilhão do Festival do Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Data: 30 de setembro, quinta-feira - 15h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sessão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Local: Estação Vivo Gávea 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Data: 1º de outubro, sexta-feira - 17:50h e 22:10h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Local: Pavilhão do Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Data: 30 de setembro - 17h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4085276239170526706</id><published>2010-08-27T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:42:13.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trampolim do Forte" no Festival do Rio 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TIe8fyixqkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0VeIWgzq9Xw/s1600/festivaldorio_grande+(1).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TIe8fyixqkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0VeIWgzq9Xw/s320/festivaldorio_grande+(1).gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514583523068062274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;O filme &lt;b&gt;"Trampolim do Forte"&lt;/b&gt; de João Rodrigo Mattos com produção da DocDoma foi selecionado para o Festival do Rio 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E foi com muito prazer que fiz a preparação de atores (jovens iniciantes) deste filme rodado todo em Salvador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É com muita expectativa e certezas que aguardo a apresentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reafirmo: tenho tido a sorte, tal qual, dos grandes goleiros (ver post antigo) ao encontrar nos trabalhos em que realizo pessoas que me deixam no estado de encantamento e alegria. João, Lia, Alê, Adaílson, Lúcio, Laís, meninos e meninas, tantos e queridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parabéns TRAMPOLIM. E até o Festival!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/THezH6klkJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_LVTG8WyAUU/s400/SDC10153.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510069617674260626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(eu, o diretor João Rodrigo e a equipe com alguns dos jovens atores do filme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/719558820554779731-4085276239170526706?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4085276239170526706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4085276239170526706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4085276239170526706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4085276239170526706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2010/08/trampolim-do-forte-no-festival-do-rio.html' title='&quot;Trampolim do Forte&quot; no Festival do Rio 2010'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/TIe8fyixqkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0VeIWgzq9Xw/s72-c/festivaldorio_grande+(1).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-2157353645936400051</id><published>2010-08-04T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:08:30.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto pesa a alma de um ator?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quanto pesa a alma de um ator em cena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que momento é esse, tão breve, tão sublime comparado ao percurso da vida e a chegada da morte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A vida é um susto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Atuar não é um susto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A cena é descrita através da composição de elementos inerentes a arte em que ela está estabelecida. O ator, a atriz, flutuam por este espaço imaginário e concreto ao mesmo tempo sem “tempo”, nem escolhas. Escorrem por entre suas vísceras o instante pleno da verdade criada para aquele “instante”. Ou seja: sustentam o quanto podem a vida que lhes foi permitida, e quando a morte se aproxima é notório que tudo isso foi em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Essa é a missão. A sustentação disto é puro sonho de criança adormecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Começar para ruir. Viver para a morte. Atuar para esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O apego excessivo leva a loucura. Acreditar numa vida após “essa” morte é vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IMPULSO E BREVIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tão breve quanto os impulsos - campo fértil para o ator que transcende – é a brevidade que nela consiste. Esses dois fatores tendem a produzir os espasmos necessários para o corpo e a alma deste ator pleno entender a imersão do mergulho ao mais profundo de sua natureza “humana”. Uma vida natural que explode diante das câmeras, mas que simula a real, cotidiana, pura e por vezes, banal. Ela confunde e inquieta de tão intensa e impactante que é. E os impulsos da vida e sua brevidade inerente dão ao momento poético “do ser outro” a mesma violência calada e seca que segundos após a morte para sempre trará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Talvez não aceitemos a morte como parte da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E desejemos escondê-la de nossos olhos e de nossos pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas atuar é morrer. No pequeno instante entre o “a” e o “ta”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-2157353645936400051?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/2157353645936400051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=2157353645936400051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2157353645936400051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2157353645936400051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2010/08/quanto-pesa-alma-de-um-ator.html' title='Quanto pesa a alma de um ator?'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-5620755233376872795</id><published>2010-03-09T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:26:42.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAMPOLIM DO FORTE - BREVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/S7Oh3Bgc_oI/AAAAAAAAAUw/AKEmBFiWzsE/s1600/in2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454881540345233026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/S7Oh3Bgc_oI/AAAAAAAAAUw/AKEmBFiWzsE/s320/in2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e7472e81bb7080dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7472e81bb7080dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310836%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29DECC94CAED43EC398284FAB5BF226B14757F01.D557FDB72D2BD1D6389BB651053CBA64BD87E3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7472e81bb7080dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEpTix7WnokbiM7AInxZl7oeP0pU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7472e81bb7080dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310836%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29DECC94CAED43EC398284FAB5BF226B14757F01.D557FDB72D2BD1D6389BB651053CBA64BD87E3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7472e81bb7080dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEpTix7WnokbiM7AInxZl7oeP0pU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muito breve o filme "Trampolim do Forte" estará pronto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Direção de João Rodrigo Mattos e com uma rapaziada bacana demais. Aqui um trecho deste trabalho que realizei com carinho, cercado de uma gente talentosa e amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-5620755233376872795?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/5620755233376872795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=5620755233376872795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5620755233376872795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/5620755233376872795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2010/03/trampolim-do-forte-breve.html' title='TRAMPOLIM DO FORTE - BREVE!'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/S7Oh3Bgc_oI/AAAAAAAAAUw/AKEmBFiWzsE/s72-c/in2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3375147497065155632</id><published>2010-01-19T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:54:56.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop - "A poética do ator no cinema"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/S1ZyjfI9hpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nRNHb3D_IeQ/s1600-h/teste+final9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428652354821785234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/S1ZyjfI9hpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nRNHb3D_IeQ/s400/teste+final9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORKSHOP - A POÉTICA DO ATOR NO CINEMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O desenvolvimento imaginativo, o despertar sensorial, o repertório cultural e a prática constante são elementos fundamentais para um bom resultado diante das câmeras.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso, no entanto, encontrar um caminho natural próprio que originará a verticalização da atuação, onde cada ator – detentor destas descobertas – criará imagens poéticas reais e adquirirá respostas verdadeiras as vidas ficcionais do roteiro filmado.&lt;br /&gt;É, portanto, fundamental respeitar o individual inserido neste universo. Permitindo espaços para que encontre um sistema adequado, onde a origem, o vínculo e necessidades são preservados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proposta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O workshop tem como objetivo permitir o encontro de potencialidades. Interpretar é um ato solitário.&lt;br /&gt;É necessário então, que o ator desenvolva um estudo metódico e disciplinado de si, do outro e das relações com o mundo exterior e adquira um olhar profundo sobre questões humanas para dar as cenas somente aquilo que ela precisa. E esta interpretação, plenamente orgânica, necessita muito apuro e dedicação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Informações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Entre em contato pelo e-mail: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:poeticadoator@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;poeticadoator@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currículo rápido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em 25 anos de carreira &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luiz Mario Vicente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; acumulou experiências em diversas linguagens. Da vivência acadêmica parte para a prática de seu aprendizado no CPT de Antunes Filho onde foi ator, assistente de direção e preparador corporal por três anos. A partir daí confere incursões ao teatro de animação, dança, carnaval, encenações e projetos de pesquisa em arte-educação. A diversidade de atuação e a observação destas relações o encaminharam para o processo laboratorial com o ator, em cinema e TV.O curso natural das excelências adquiridas originou um olhar sensível pela verticalização da atuação, onde o ator – senhor das descobertas – cria imagens e adquiri vidas “humanas” na história contada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É professor de interpretação para cinema, teatro e TV e tem como principais trabalhos em preparação de atores: a minissérie “Cidade dos Homens”, os filmes: “Querô” (prêmio de melhor ator ao jovem Maxwell Nascimento nos mais importantes festivais do Brasil), “O Magnata”, “Terra Vermelha” (projeto único de preparação com os índios Guaranis Kaiowás de Dourados/MS) e o “Menino da Porteira”.É ator de teatro e cinema – foi dirigido por grandes diretos paulistas – e diretor teatral onde realizou montagens de autores como Gabriel Garcia Marques, Nélson Rodrigues, Arthur Rimbaud e Guimarães Rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recentemente preparou o cantor Daniel para a novela “Paraíso” da Rede Globo de Televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais informações no decorrer deste blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-3375147497065155632?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3375147497065155632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3375147497065155632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3375147497065155632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3375147497065155632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2010/01/workshop-poetica-do-ator-no-cinema.html' title='Workshop - &quot;A poética do ator no cinema&quot;'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/S1ZyjfI9hpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nRNHb3D_IeQ/s72-c/teste+final9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4541867206045519333</id><published>2009-11-26T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:00:55.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O trabalho com Daniel na novela "Paraíso"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; trabalho de preparação e de Coach para o cantor (e ator) Daniel na &lt;strong&gt;Novela "Paraíso" da Rede Globo de Televisão&lt;/strong&gt; - direção de Rogério Gomes e autoria de Benedito Rui Barbosa - obrigou-me exercitar a difícil capacidade de lidar com as "sombras" do ser real (o ator) e do ser ficcional (o personagem) de modo diluído e sem pretensões. Isso não quer dizer mais fácil ou mais difícil, não. Quer dizer que atuar pode ser assim: falar, olhar, andar e gesticular horizontalmente. A verticalidade da atuação em novelas não existe e isto torna o trabalho tortuoso e possível de tornar-se risível e mais bobo ainda.Preparar um ator para uma novela e acompanhá-lo por quase dez meses foi uma vivência nova para mim. Esse foi meu 2009. Acostumado com filmes e suas imersões em universos dimensionados, a novela subverte isso pois possui uma ânsia, uma vontade de engolir toda e qualquer possibilidade da respiração orgânica e do tempo dramático que o ator tanto precisa. Ela quer sempre mais, sempre mais...e por vezes esse "mais" é, e será, sempre "menos". Quase nada as vezes, nivelado em águas rasas, seco até. Pouco, rápido e facilmente esquecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408502579219925074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Sw7ccLkwCFI/AAAAAAAAASw/dvtP2qioens/s320/Novela+Para%C3%ADso+29+09+2009+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomo o produto novela, como o produto jornal impresso. São tantas informações naquele dia que no dia seguinte já não servem mais. Outras novas virão e as antigas - boas ou ruins - haverão muito o que embrulhar na salgada lembrança daqueles que, por horas, se alimentaram daquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto, em meio a esse "oceano" global de águas esparsas, estavá lá eu, Daniel (essa parceria desde o filme "O Menino da Porteira" tem sido muito reveladora e de resultados positivos e interessantes) e um elenco calejado com o traquejo novelesco. Elenco, diga-se de passagem (e isso não tem empresa-produtora boa ou má que irá determinar) muito generoso e encantador. Estavámos lá, repito, procurando/achando um jeito, uma forma de atuar (ele e eu também) que não destoasse. O que, para um bom cantor, seria imperdoável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontramos. Nossa (minha mais do que a dele) experiência em cinema apontou um caminho adequado para seu trabalho com os colegas da emissora e para a direção da produção. Aulas semanais de preparação, imersão no roteiro, a palavra como objeto propulsor das ações internas e externa e o acompanhamento das gravações como "Coach" foi o processo nesta novela. E acho que por isso deu tanto certo. É verdade, pode-se acertar sim!! E entre altos e baixos (poucos) a atuação de Daniel foi digna, precisa e relevante, mesmo sendo a primeira aventura dele nesta linguagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408502991832691698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Sw7c0MrTM_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/YrPl9K59PRI/s320/Novela+Para%C3%ADso+29+09+2009+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mim, resta dizer que aprendi. E me descobri também. A total liberdade que me deram (e isso, fiquei sabendo não é tão comum pelas bandas de lá) me fez ser cada vez mais invisível. Meu trabalho foi absoluto e próximo ao ator, porém, completamente "invisível". E acho que é assim que deve ser. O foco e a essência contemplativa são requisitos dados aos atores. Ao coach e preparador resta, nestes momentos de set, o delicioso instante de observar e agir silênciosamente. Criar possibilidades ao ato solitário diante das câmeras. Para então, o solitário artísta, ir compartilhar com milhões, esse pequeno instante íntimo. Instantes esses que se perpetuarão. É magnífico este momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em tempo: Parabéns ao Daniel pela indicação como ator revelação no &lt;strong&gt;PRÊMIO EXTRA de TV 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;do Jornal Extra (OGlobo), do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-4541867206045519333?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4541867206045519333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4541867206045519333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4541867206045519333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4541867206045519333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-trabalho-com-daniel-na-novela-paraiso.html' title='O trabalho com Daniel na novela &quot;Paraíso&quot;'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Sw7ccLkwCFI/AAAAAAAAASw/dvtP2qioens/s72-c/Novela+Para%C3%ADso+29+09+2009+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3810689826262972264</id><published>2009-10-06T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:37:38.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em DVD para ver e rever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chegam as locadoras dois filmes em que realizei a preparações dos atores e que sinto muito orgulho. Dois universos distintos, únicos, tratados de forma exemplar buscando revelar o melhor de cada grupo, cada pessoa, cada novo ator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Sst-f4eOTYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vq4UUyTohmQ/s1600-h/Quero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389540465279126914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Sst-f4eOTYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vq4UUyTohmQ/s200/Quero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUERÔ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ficha Técnica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roteiro e Direção: Carlos Cortez&lt;br /&gt;Direção de Fotografia: Hélcio Alemão Nagamine&lt;br /&gt;Direção de Arte: Frederico Pinto&lt;br /&gt;Preparação de Atores: Luiz Mario Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Produzido por: Caio Gullane Débora Ivanov Fabiano Gullane&lt;br /&gt;Colaboração no Roteiro: Braulio Mantovani Luiz Bolognesi&lt;br /&gt;Dramaturgia: Christiane Riera&lt;br /&gt;Som Direto: Louis Robin&lt;br /&gt;Trilha Sonora: André Abujamra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell Nascimento...................Querô&lt;br /&gt;Maria Luisa Mendonça................Mãe de Querô&lt;br /&gt;Ângela Leal ............................. Violeta&lt;br /&gt;Ailton Graça...............................Brandão&lt;br /&gt;Milhem Cortaz...........................Seu Edgar&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Juliana......................... Gina&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Chagas....................... Sabará&lt;br /&gt;Eliseu Paranhos.........................Naná&lt;br /&gt;Giulio Lopes............................. Delegado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festivais e Prêmios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;39º. Festival de Brasília de Cinema Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor Ator (Maxwell Nascimento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor Roteiro&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Direção de Arte&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14º. Festival de Cinema e Vídeo de Cuiabá&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Filme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor Ator (Maxwell Nascimento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Direção&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Roteiro&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Direção de Arte&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Produção&lt;br /&gt;17º. Cine Ceará: Festival Ibero-Americano de Cinema&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Longa-metragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor Ator (Maxwell Nascimento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Montagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2º. Festival do Paraná de Cinema Brasileiro Latino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor Ator (Maxwell Nascimento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor Ator Coadjuvante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor Fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389541484862044130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Sst_bOtu9-I/AAAAAAAAASY/ebrirIiM4lA/s200/Terra-Vermelha-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TERRA VERMELHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birdwatchers (La Terra Degli Uomini Rossi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Direção: Marco Bechis&lt;br /&gt;Roteiro: Marco Bechis e Luiz Bolognesi&lt;br /&gt;Colaboração no Roteiro: Lara Fremder&lt;br /&gt;Produção: Classic e Gullane Filmes&lt;br /&gt;Co-Produção: Karta Film e Raí Cinema&lt;br /&gt;Direção de Fotografia: Hélcio "Alemão" Nagamine&lt;br /&gt;Direção de Arte: Clovis Bueno e Caterina Giargia&lt;br /&gt;Figurino: Caterina Giargia e Valeria Stefani&lt;br /&gt;Preparação de Elenco Indígena: Luiz Mario Vicente&lt;br /&gt;Som Direto: Gaspar Scheuer&lt;br /&gt;Montagem: Jacopo Quadriedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elenco:&lt;br /&gt;Claudio Santamaría - Lo Spaventapasseri&lt;br /&gt;Alicelia Batista Cabreira - Lia&lt;br /&gt;Chiara Caselli - Fazendeira&lt;br /&gt;Abrisio Da Silva Pedro - Osvaldo&lt;br /&gt;Ademilson Concianza Verga (Kiki) - Ireneu&lt;br /&gt;Ambrosio Vilhalva - Nadio&lt;br /&gt;Mateus Nachtergaele - Dimas&lt;br /&gt;Fabiane Pereira Da Silva - Maria&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Concianza - Lo Sciamano&lt;br /&gt;Poli Fernandez Souza - Tito&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Medeiros - Fazendeiro&lt;br /&gt;Inéia Arce Gonçalves - La Cameriera&lt;br /&gt;Eliane Juca Da Silva - Mami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-3810689826262972264?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3810689826262972264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3810689826262972264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3810689826262972264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3810689826262972264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2009/10/ficha-tecnica-equipe-roteiro-e-direcao.html' title='Em DVD para ver e rever...'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Sst-f4eOTYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vq4UUyTohmQ/s72-c/Quero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4096260610656960902</id><published>2009-08-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:40:07.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um carnaval de "restos humanos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SoLhz2LgkcI/AAAAAAAAARw/WUENnaE1yrY/s1600-h/Comiss%C3%A3o+2009+(6).BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369101986612416962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SoLhz2LgkcI/AAAAAAAAARw/WUENnaE1yrY/s320/Comiss%C3%A3o+2009+(6).BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369102342896034834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SoLiIlcJJBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HWLv2yO9iqg/s320/Comiss%C3%A3o+2009+(7).BMP" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(cenas da mais recente criação em comissão de frente - 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estive por 10 anos coreografando e dirigindo comissões de frente em "escolas"(?) de samba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E então irão me perguntar o que isso tem a ver com o ator e sua poética ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pouco, muito pouco direi numa resposta rápida...mas pensando com mais calma...teve a ver comigo, no meu processo de aprendizado, marcando passo, criando movimentos na tentativa (vã) de conquistar a emoção!! Um aprendizado do erro, do cansaço e na briga incessante em extrair a chama dramática no formato limitado imposto, e que aceitei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas como é possível num espetáculo (?) chamado "Desfile das Escolas de Samba de São Paulo" criado, realizado, julgado de forma esqualida e pobre ir muito mais além do que as plumas, as bundas e os balagandãs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Impossível ver alma e pulsação por baixo das tais fantasias repetitivas e encravadas sobre a "tal" comunidade que pensa apenas em aparecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como o ser atuante, mágico, digno que demonstra a vida e a nobreza de ser algo mais que um depositador de panos e miçangas pode brincar e zombar da vida louca dos outros se é tolhido a simplesmente "desfilar/marchar"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Convivi nestes 10 anos com uma cultura que não é mais cultural, se perdendo no círculo vicioso que os comandantes e artistas sem arte própria criaram neste mundinho que se fecha em si mesmo. Este carnaval não respira, é sufocante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há pouca inteligência nos desfiles de carnaval de São Paulo (há?). Sobram restos humanos e fragmentos de idéias evaporadas com a quarta-feira de cinzas e com a expectativa num próximo ano melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O sabor das loucuras e permissões antigas na festa de Momo acabaram. Saudar a ironia e arriscar novidades até mesmo equivocadas então, nem pensar. Três mil pessoas, em média, por entidade (escola jamais) de samba desfilam robotizadas sob olhares da probreza afetada que o luxo das fantasias encobre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou do tempo dos desafios, das inquietudes, do risco e do desapego a formas fixas e posturas arcaicas. Tenho gosto pela sensação do arrepio de me ver através de outro. De atuar no espaço e recriar espaços por onde nunca se pensou pisar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto, único personagem que sobrevive neste raquítico encontro é MOMO. Não haverá presidente, diretor, jurado, liga e outros cargos ilusórios que destruirão nosso bufo, nosso arquétipo farsesco popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele há de retornar das cinzas de quarta-feira e, com o poder de Fênix que por hora lhe abafam, ordenar a não mais se chamar este encontro de desfile de carnaval. Vai chamar-se &lt;strong&gt;"Desfile De Restos Humanos"&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Pois sem o saudosismo peculiar de outros, Momo sabe que aquela festa antiga e bacana jamais voltará. Ficam os restos e as migalhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muda-se então o nome e todos viverão felizes, com suas consciências tranquilas pelo óbito não assumido por ninguém, dos outros &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carnavais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A "Marcha de Carnaval" continuará ano que vem (do jeitinho que é), mas faço uma homenagem aos anos passados, onde por instantes opulentos pude conviver e ver uma arte do ator significativa e diante de uma platéia grandiosa. A esses momentos e aos que se aceitaram humildes atores/poetas, muito obrigado. O carnaval de &lt;strong&gt;MOMO&lt;/strong&gt;, agradece!!!!!!&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/719558820554779731-4096260610656960902?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4096260610656960902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4096260610656960902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-carnaval-de-restos-humanos.html' title='Um carnaval de &quot;restos humanos&quot;'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SoLhz2LgkcI/AAAAAAAAARw/WUENnaE1yrY/s72-c/Comiss%C3%A3o+2009+(6).BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6878584571027005758</id><published>2008-11-18T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:51:47.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito além do cinema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em Veneza (no 65 º Festival Internacional de Cinema realizado em setembro) viu-se muito mais que a arte estampada na película delicada e cara dos filmes expostos. Viu-se exposta o drama e a vontade dos índios Kaiowás em se fazer ouvir, ver e acreditar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A atriz Eliane Jucá (uma índia Kaiowá, em seu primeiro trabalho no cinema) fala para comunidade internacional cinematográfica do seu aperto, da dor e do sonho em poder novamente ver seu povo tratado com a mesma atenção que ela, como atriz, foi tratada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sua atuação no filme "Terra Vermelha" &lt;em&gt;(La terra degli uomini rossi)&lt;/em&gt; e na vida são exemplares!! Parabéns Eliane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não poderá ser uma luta em vão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2636aa08cdcf4549" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2636aa08cdcf4549%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310836%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A29E45CABCCC4D6A80E5B06884F5D361A0CDFC8.26D054CE766784FED0F371C7DDA9449ADA510E71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2636aa08cdcf4549%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4jgM-mIcnlhWem1bt7GTnuODNis&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2636aa08cdcf4549%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310836%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A29E45CABCCC4D6A80E5B06884F5D361A0CDFC8.26D054CE766784FED0F371C7DDA9449ADA510E71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2636aa08cdcf4549%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4jgM-mIcnlhWem1bt7GTnuODNis&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-6878584571027005758?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6878584571027005758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6878584571027005758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6878584571027005758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6878584571027005758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/11/muito-alm-do-cinema.html' title='Muito além do cinema...'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3285226045235402279</id><published>2008-11-12T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:55:53.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gurizada do Trampolim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267747717656897874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SRrMo7VQaVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0dD3uK2FT_8/s320/SDC10391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foram semanas intensas de preparação dessa garotada querida (e de outros dez) que valeram a pena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo foi curto mas muito bem aproveitado. É sempre delicado o trabalho de imersão no universo de qualquer roteiro, ainda mais quando temos pequenos jovens com uma energia de dar gosto. É preciso muito cuidado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preparar, encaminhar, ensinar, conduzir, trocar...seja qual for a denominação é de encher os olhos e acalentar a alma quando vemos surgir no espaço vazio o ato dramático de um ator. Experientes ou não, esse brilho visto e sentido dá a razão e a intensão de que no cinema tudo e todos são possíveis. Basta delicadeza e paixão. "Viu"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudades de vocês e uma ótima filmagem pessoal. Tô aqui torcendo....Bóra!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma olhada no site do filme vale a pena: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trampolimdoforte.com.br/"&gt;http://www.trampolimdoforte.com.br/&lt;/a&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/719558820554779731-3285226045235402279?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3285226045235402279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3285226045235402279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3285226045235402279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3285226045235402279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/11/gurizada-do-trampolim.html' title='A gurizada do Trampolim.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SRrMo7VQaVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0dD3uK2FT_8/s72-c/SDC10391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4889872395555628426</id><published>2008-09-15T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:24:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saltando com o TRAMPOLIM DO FORTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SM6ZnBUM4NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/xeVoq7_VFM0/s1600-h/in2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246299511580319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SM6ZnBUM4NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/xeVoq7_VFM0/s400/in2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um novo processo de atores começa em Salvador/BA. O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trampolim do Forte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Produção da DocDoma com o apaixonado pela cidade, pelo cinema, João Rodrigo - o diretor e uma equipe incrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há um jeito baiano de ser, todos sabemos. E haverá um jeito bonito, bacana e massa de junto dessa garotada fazer um filme arretado, onde todos nós, adultos, crianças e afins possamos nos orgulhar e nos divertir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bóra pessoal - que há muito pra ser feito.&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/719558820554779731-4889872395555628426?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4889872395555628426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4889872395555628426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4889872395555628426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4889872395555628426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/09/em-salvador-com-trampolim-do-forte.html' title='Saltando com o TRAMPOLIM DO FORTE'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SM6ZnBUM4NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/xeVoq7_VFM0/s72-c/in2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7553125365424470736</id><published>2008-09-15T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T06:11:09.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Processo de atores "Terra Vermelha" Birdwatchers - fotos e vídeos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Filme "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Terra Vermelha" &lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;La terra degli uomini rossi)&lt;/i&gt; - direção Marco Bechis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Preparação de atores indígenas: Luiz Mario Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Brasil/Itália - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOTOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SM6S3NqFTHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ecxn5g0rtBk/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246292093189835890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SM6S3NqFTHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ecxn5g0rtBk/s320/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SM6SlT9AFcI/AAAAAAAAANo/2tFv3QrzMxo/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246291785642153410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De49c106115b0be31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331310836%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7136011E81AF70A94B77536AAAE622E28677F067.51F45EB823542CD676EC8A834C368087A2A2C035%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De49c106115b0be31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA0PCjajEnLgkVU-pevJk1fvq8ig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ritual Kaiowá onde fui batizado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/719558820554779731-7553125365424470736?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60545e64b6f75cd4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e49c106115b0be31&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7553125365424470736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7553125365424470736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7553125365424470736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7553125365424470736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Processo de atores &quot;Terra Vermelha&quot; Birdwatchers - fotos e vídeos'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SM6S3NqFTHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ecxn5g0rtBk/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-1990778964231260601</id><published>2008-08-29T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T06:12:56.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atores Kaiowás em Veneza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Estive ontem no aeroporto de Guarulhos abraçando e matando a saudade de Ambrósio, Abrísio, Alicélia, Eliane e Kiki. Amigos Kaiowás, que o cinema me presenteou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Prestes a embarcarem para Veneza, os atores de "Terra Vermelha" &lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;La terra degli uomini rossi)&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Birdwatchers, se mostravam tranquilos quanto a responsabilidade que o trabalho realizado por eles no filme impõe. É o cinema com ares democráticos permitindo a todos o direito a expressão de sua cultura, de suas idéias e de suas qualidades artística por meio de personagens ficcionais em histórias reais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A elite do cinema mundial, em Veneza, encontrará os Kaiowás. Será revelador! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cinco deles representando uma população imensa de indígenas a espera, infelizmente, de um instante de atenção. Não estão oprimidos, mas em luta constante por seus espaços, ideológicos e territoriais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;E que hoje, pelo caminho do cinema de Marco Bechis e de sua produção, como protagonistas desta obra filmográfica terão a chance de ir um pouco mais além do limite de suas próprias moradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Avante amigos! Boa sorte e boas palavras, faladas e ouvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241089629611063826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SLwXP-jzehI/AAAAAAAAALw/6OsEpSOKzGA/s320/IMGA0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(um instante da preparação com Kiki e Abrísio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090814055898850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SLwYU69dXuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0koPRyYTjxY/s320/IMGA0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Eliane Jucá e Alicélia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091212878469362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SLwYsIsK2PI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Mn7P6gox8Nk/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(com Ambrósio em Guira Roka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-1990778964231260601?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/1990778964231260601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=1990778964231260601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1990778964231260601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1990778964231260601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/08/veneza-jamais-ser-mesma.html' title='Atores Kaiowás em Veneza.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SLwXP-jzehI/AAAAAAAAALw/6OsEpSOKzGA/s72-c/IMGA0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-89805324575145232</id><published>2008-08-20T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T06:06:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailer - "Terra Vermelha" - Birdwatchers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SKwuAIVIIWI/AAAAAAAAALI/IMCKpjFpMQc/s1600-h/nggshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236611046496018786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SKwuAIVIIWI/AAAAAAAAALI/IMCKpjFpMQc/s320/nggshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birdwatchersfilm.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/trailer.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.birdwatchersfilm.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/trailer.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(assista ao Trailer do filme clicando no link acima)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-89805324575145232?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/89805324575145232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=89805324575145232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/89805324575145232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/89805324575145232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/08/trailer-birdwatchers.html' title='Trailer - &quot;Terra Vermelha&quot; - Birdwatchers'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SKwuAIVIIWI/AAAAAAAAALI/IMCKpjFpMQc/s72-c/nggshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7499187435088441991</id><published>2008-07-29T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T06:04:55.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...ainda sobre "Terra Vermelha" - Birdwatchers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228410863260170834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SI8L-pRqelI/AAAAAAAAALA/sgrvRpgdKb0/s200/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Eis que se aproxima o momento da estréia de Birdwatchers. Será em setembro no Festival de Cinema de Veneza. Um filme de Marco Bechis com o povo Kaiowá de Dourados/MS. Um convívio de aprofundamento no campo vasto e ainda bem desconhecido do processo de ator, ou melhor, da alma primeira do ator: nós mesmos. A cada momento, cada instante junto deles uma imensidão de questionamento, sofrimento, deslumbramento e descobertas ocorreram. Não voltei de lá um kaiowá (quem me dera), mas o cinema jamais será o mesmo, pra mim, após estes dias incríveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dê uma olhada no site do filme: &lt;a href="http://www.birdwatchersfilm.com/"&gt;http://www.birdwatchersfilm.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-7499187435088441991?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7499187435088441991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7499187435088441991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7499187435088441991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7499187435088441991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/07/eis-que-se-aproxima-o-momento-da-estria.html' title='...ainda sobre &quot;Terra Vermelha&quot; - Birdwatchers.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SI8L-pRqelI/AAAAAAAAALA/sgrvRpgdKb0/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-8952474126248114579</id><published>2008-07-21T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T06:03:46.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Terra Vermelha" - Birdwatchers - Film by Marco Bechis em Veneza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIÁRIO - 02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;POR UMA PREPARAÇÃO DE ATORES SEM MÉTODOS&lt;br /&gt;AO ESTILO GUARANI KAIOWÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225434385913145698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SIR443F26WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Kff0AyGs17k/s320/79614.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O PROCESSO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; " &gt;A preparação de atores em "Terra Vermelha" filme dirigido por Marco Bechis foi além de todos os conceitos e todos os sistemas que já utilizei ou mesmo pensei um dia sobre o trabalho do ator no cinema. Único e exemplar. Depois de alguns meses convivendo diariamente com o povo indígena percebi o quanto é possível ser verdadeiramente "outro" sendo você mesmo diante de uma câmera. Explico melhor: o estado lúdico que os índios Kaiowás conseguem atingir é visceral e revelador. Sem máscaras ou artifícios entregam-se rapidamente ao jogo dramático sem meios termos e sem cerimônias. Fizeram de si próprios narradores atores de situações imaginárias com a mesma verdade da dura vida real que levam. Eram sempre eles nas improvisações, só que com outros estados de ânimos e emoções sugeridas por mim durante o processo.&lt;br /&gt;E como foi esse processo que deveria caminhar no sentido de não perder a força natural e espontânea dos kaoiwás? Topei o grande desafio de Marco que não queria cena nenhuma ensaiada antes do set de filmagem. Então conduzi os atores indígenas por um caminho de buscar incertezas – já que, por serem um povo em constante luta, sempre prontos a tudo, com força e convicções, precisavam adquirir esse novo estado diante do outro, que não o inimigo, o outro com um olhar amistoso os perseguindo com uma câmera na mão. Propuz então um repertório que não agredisse nem alterasse o estado físico e emocional deles. Das incertezas deste novo momento diante da câmera eles percorreram por um vasto e intenso período de enfrentamento, com situações reais e imaginárias, desenvolvendo suas capacidades dramáticas a partir de improvisações que circundassem o roteiro. Veio então a certeza que esperávamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E o aprendizado desta nova descoberta se deu pelo encantamento. Do encantamento dos homens, mulheres, crianças...dos indivíduos Ambrósio, Abrísio, Kiki, Alicélia, Eliane, Poli, Seu Nélson e todo povo Kaiowá individualmente. A descoberta de serem atores e atrizes aconteceu quando, diante de outros atores profissionais do filme, se perceberam iguais, nem menos, nem mais. O ator “branco” (como eram chamados carinhosamente) se misturou com eles e assim, como a quinhentos anos passados, olhou para esse povo admirado e se encantou. Estavam ali, diante deles, os atores indígenas do filme de Marco Bechis: lindos, intensos e orgulhosos de mais uma luta vencida. Preparados para, no momento da ação de filmar, responderem as orientações do diretor, com a "tal" verdade cênica e principalmente, propondo soluções além do próprio universo real numa recriação de suas dores, angustias e luta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225445509935279506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SISDAXTaLZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ScSb3JnywW8/s320/IMGA0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-8952474126248114579?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/8952474126248114579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=8952474126248114579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/8952474126248114579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/8952474126248114579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/07/birdwatchers-film-by-marco-bechis-em.html' title='&quot;Terra Vermelha&quot; - Birdwatchers - Film by Marco Bechis em Veneza'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SIR443F26WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Kff0AyGs17k/s72-c/79614.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3698454646361103575</id><published>2008-07-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:24:10.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA NO ATO - NO ESTADO - NO SER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Revisitando o filósofo e pensador Edgar Morin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"O estado poético pode ser produzido pela dança, pelo canto, pelo culto, pelas cerimônias e, evidentemente, pelo poema. Fernando Pessoa dizia que, em cada um de nós, há dois seres. O primeiro, o verdadeiro, é o dos nossos sonhos, que nasce na infância e continua pela vida toda. O segundo ser, o falso, é o das aparências, de nossos discursos, atos, gestos. Não diria que um é verdadeiro e o outro, falso, mas, efetivamente, a cada um desses dois estados correspondem dois seres em nós. A esse estado segundo corresponde o que o adolescente Rimbaud percebeu muito claramente, principalmente em sua famosa &lt;em&gt;Carta ao vidente:&lt;/em&gt; esse estado não é um estado de visão, mas um estado de vidência"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Em nossas vidas, convivemos com essa dupla existência, essa dupla polaridade"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-3698454646361103575?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3698454646361103575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3698454646361103575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3698454646361103575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3698454646361103575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/07/poesia-no-ato-no-estado-no-ser.html' title='POESIA NO ATO - NO ESTADO - NO SER'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7782891570297452432</id><published>2008-06-22T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:03:16.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte dos grandes goleiros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SF8JAvp8J2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/obeJu8oj6fw/s1600-h/s_yashin_i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214896801915348834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SF8JAvp8J2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/obeJu8oj6fw/s320/s_yashin_i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Aos grandes goleiros lhes é dado, divinamente, a sorte. Não que eu seja um desses talentosos guarda-metas, mas também tenho (até então) tido encontros memoráveis nos filmes que realizei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não foi diferente em "O menino da porteira". E o mais lindo ainda foi que, num mesmo momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me vi diante de opostos que já não se misturam mais, mas são, absolutamente, o complemento um do outro. Que desafio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;João Pedro e seus oito poucos anos, menininho de tudo, amigos dos cavalos e jeito encantador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daniel e sua alma incandecente de cantor, carreira musical sólida e um artísta apaixonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pude intermediar esse encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conduzir ao mesmo tempo duas voltagens distintas para um mesmo curso final. Como se duas afluentes precisassem desaguar num rio misturando suas águas com coloração e forças opostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para Daniel sobraram coisas mais técnicas. Um caminho árduo foi percorrido, horas e horas diárias buscando dar-lhe domínio para em seguida despertar-lhe a capacidade de abandonar-se. E engana-se quem acha que ele ficou no meio do caminho. Ele topou prontamente que precisavamos ir além da sua imagem como cantor. E fazê-lo desaparecer foi uma conquista dura e impressionante na forma de arrebatamento e verdade. Eis que então, com brilhantismo e dedicação apaixonada, revela-se um ator absorvido pelo ofício, atento, atirado e completamente entregue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joãozinho fez o caminho dos encontros suavizado pelo lindo jogo do faz de conta. A aproximação com as coisas da história, dos personagens, dos outros atores e com Daniel foi tratada e conquistada por meio do inusitado. Sem antever, pré determinar, decorar. Foi feito menino novamente, o da porteira, sem tirar nem pôr do João, só que agora com um estilingue na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eles estão juntos para sempre. Se vejam ou não novamente. Estão lá! Lindos, queridos e de uma imperfeição maravilhosa. O adulto que precisou inventar-se criança novamente para poder ser outro. A criança que, com atenção da maturidade perigosa, se fez responsável para trabalhar junto a outros homens também (e que isso seja tratado sempre de forma cuidadosa a não interromper a meninice de ninguém).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh gente boa também os outros atores deste filme com quem cruzei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu estava lá, sortudo ou não, estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comungando, aprendendo, gostando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E gostei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214918032462120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SF8cUhmvBPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ABTAr656ePQ/s200/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(João Pedro e Daniel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-7782891570297452432?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7782891570297452432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7782891570297452432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7782891570297452432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7782891570297452432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorte-dos-grandes-goleiros.html' title='Sorte dos grandes goleiros.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SF8JAvp8J2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/obeJu8oj6fw/s72-c/s_yashin_i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-6136079033879758501</id><published>2008-06-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:16:53.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre árvores e esquecimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SF8GVMNdw1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E4MFDc1MwHk/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214893854643045202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SF8GVMNdw1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E4MFDc1MwHk/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cada vez mais (ou menos como quiserem, depende do ponto de vista) ao aprendizado de cada processo de preparação, me sinto confiante em dizer da necessidade de um estado além, para uma pessoa - ator experientes ou não - "ser" algum outro diante da câmera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homens, mulheres, crianças seja você quem for...não atuem, por favor!..se esqueçam, se percam, gritem enlouquecidamente diante do espelho e vejam de olhos fechados o quão escuros somos por dentro. Aí então, respirem com o coração e não tenham medo do sofrimento, da angústia e da paixão. E verão, certamente verão, com os olhos deste coração antes frio, que atuar é o que menos importa ao ator e que é preciso desaparecer, sumir com suas máscaras e suas fortalezas para um "tal" encantamento ser arrebatador, digno de surdos aplausos e lágrimas de gozo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Já se nasce assim? Com essa tal coisa misteriosa, própria dos atores e atrizes iluminados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poucos são entendidos, mas muitos admirados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E eu fico atento ao meu encontro com eles (não falo das divas do teatro nem dos astros do cinema). Num trabalho, num filme assistido, numa conversa. Doido para cada vez mais rápido vê-los através do olhar mecânico da câmera e poder sentir-me diante de um poema, de um "Pessoa", de um abismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(eis um trecho de Passagem das Horas aos que atuam...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei se a vida é pouco ou demais para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei se sinto de mais ou de menos, não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se me falta escrúpulo espiritual, ponto-de-apoio na inteligência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Consangüinidade com o mistério das coisas, choque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aos contatos, sangue sob golpes, estremeção aos ruídos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou se há outra significação para isto mais cômoda e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque, de tão interessante que é a todos os momentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida chega a doer, a enjoar, a cortar, a roçar, a ranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A dar vontade de dar gritos, de dar pulos, de ficar no chão, de sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para fora de todas as casas, de todas as lógicas e de todas as sacadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E ir ser selvagem para a morte entre árvores e esquecimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entre tombos, e perigos e ausência de amanhãs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E tudo isto devia ser qualquer outra coisa mais parecida com o que eu penso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com o que eu penso ou sinto, que eu nem sei qual é, ó vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Álvaro de Campos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Enfim...&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/719558820554779731-6136079033879758501?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/6136079033879758501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=6136079033879758501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6136079033879758501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/6136079033879758501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/06/sobre-rvores-e-esquecimentos.html' title='Sobre árvores e esquecimentos'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SF8GVMNdw1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E4MFDc1MwHk/s72-c/IMG_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7766900179748348297</id><published>2008-03-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:14:27.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, o menino, a porteira e novas velhas histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R-8AEqZQt0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zgf1gwSk53Q/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183361776226449218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R-8AEqZQt0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zgf1gwSk53Q/s320/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comecei a alguns dias preparação de atores para o remake de sucesso dos anos 70 "O MENINO DA PORTEIRA" e que terá novamente a direção de Jeremias Moreira, a produção da Jerê Filmes e será protagonizado pelo cantor Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando penso que os desafios no cinema acabaram eis que me vejo plenamente envolvido numa jornada em busca da complexidade do ser ator na pele do artista cantor com todas as suas incoerências e plenitudes de arrebatamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Extrair para pulverizar. Absorver a verdade cênica onde a dor e a delícia ficcional são mais reais que a própria imperfeita realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eis um caminho iniciado. Onde não há novamente métodos nem mestres. Apenas o rompimento das estruturas de sustentações antigas que permitem o deslumbramento diante do novo, do forte e da representação mais arrebatadora visível aos nossos dóceis olhos nus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Breve mais...agora minha alma apenas permite dizer isto, cansado que estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-7766900179748348297?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7766900179748348297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7766900179748348297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7766900179748348297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7766900179748348297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-o-menino-porteira-em-novas-velhas.html' title='Eu, o menino, a porteira e novas velhas histórias'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R-8AEqZQt0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zgf1gwSk53Q/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-2868782562731194626</id><published>2008-02-28T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T06:01:37.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Terra Vermelha" - Birdwatchers - Film by Marco Bechis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIÁRIO - 01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;POR UMA PREPARAÇÃO DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ATORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SEM MÉTODOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;AO ESTILO GUARANI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KAIOWÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R8dbd6_1BQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/In_CqK9qDOk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172203266669610242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R8dbd6_1BQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/In_CqK9qDOk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;O chão é de terra batida e de um avermelhado intenso. O sol é o do meio dia, mesmo sendo dez horas da manhã ainda. Não há árvores por perto apenas cabanas distantes umas das outras, bancos de madeira e um grupo desconfiado de índios &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaiowás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de todas as idades. Crianças, senhoras, rapazes e moças...e Ambrósio, o líder deste grupo indígena da aldeia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Guira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Roka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; em Dourados/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tudo muito estranho...tudo muito novo...tudo inexplicavelmente confuso e bárbaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao centro deste grupo humano, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;arquetípico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e atento sou instigado a começar. É me dado a palavra e a permissão para agir diante deles, mostrar...ser o que vim a ser. Ensinar! Mas o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Após muitos minutos à espera de Ambrósio (que depois entendi ser uma forma de me testar e observar fazendo-me aguarda-lo por mais de hora no primeiro dia, meia hora no segundo e sendo pontual no terceiro), da dança &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ritualística&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deles e da reza, me vejo - ou melhor - me vêem estático e absorvido pelo sol e pela terra quase como uma árvore que ali nasceu e que não pretende se mover por muito e muito tempo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Solitário&lt;/span&gt; navegador terrestre diante da cultura milenar querendo se comunicar, compartilhar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;atuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sou um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bissexto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diretor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de teatro e estava preparador de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; neste momento único e vivido por poucos (ou quase nenhum nestas condições). Preparar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; indígenas? Preparar não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; indígenas? Que ambição, que desafio, que maravilha. Antes, no entanto, precisava ser preparado. E o preparador que se deixa ser preparado é um sábio. Primeiro ouve, absorve, recebe e crê. Comunga - como fiz neste primeiro dia com eles - da experiência rica e viva de estar presente junto daqueles que um dia foram a essência deste país. Raiz profunda da cultura e do saber. Vasto, sagrado instante, repito, em que, ao invés de agir com meia dúzia de exercícios aprendidos nos filmes da vida e nas salas de aula de um escola de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;teatrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; qualquer e mostrar um "método" infalível de preparação de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; como os vendidos por aí me fiz vazio de tentáculos profanos e respeitosos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Olhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Estava ali um dia pro resto da minha vida lembrar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span  &gt;E uma história que estava apena pra começar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Obrigado amigos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kaiowás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pela preparação. Para o resto da vida...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(continua...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-2868782562731194626?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/2868782562731194626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=2868782562731194626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2868782562731194626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2868782562731194626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/02/birdwatchers-film-by-marco-bechis-dirio.html' title='&quot;Terra Vermelha&quot; - Birdwatchers - Film by Marco Bechis'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R8dbd6_1BQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/In_CqK9qDOk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-2961817038441552161</id><published>2008-02-12T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:22:27.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval colegial - cegueira geral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lém da cegueira genial e metafórica dos componentes da Comissão de Frente da Tom Maior mais alguns participantes da tal "festa" de momo insistem em - numa real representação - seguirem cegos ao que vai se transformando os desfiles das "escolas" de samba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A beleza e a irreverência sintomáticas estão sendo substituídas por julgamentos sem critérios e notas colegiais. O "encantado" tem o mesmo valor que o "formal e certinho". O bom-razoável é tratado igualmente ao genial e arrebatador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tal qual uma equação de escola: se levo uma hora, alguns segundos ou mesmo se colo para resolve-la, terei a mesma nota. Sinto-me no banco escolar, prestes a receber a reprovação do severo professor, com medo de errar e sem permissões para ousar...sinto-me por vezes, nestas ocasiões, um verdadeiro cretino fundamental (como diria Nélson Rodrigues) com plumas e paetês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que olhar é esse sobre a avaliação da "arte"? É arte o que insistimos em fazer nestes desfiles engessados e pré-moldados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Julgar, avaliar, criar, passar de ano....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já passamos, já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O carnaval? Ah...o carnaval só no ano que vem...graças a Momo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166231771774518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R7IkbK_1BOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QYjZzZulMVk/s320/site+terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(foto - s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ite Terra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166233176228824306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R7Ils6_1BPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Jrnq6qESPCs/s320/estad%C3%A3o2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(foto - site O Estadão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. Parabéns Guillerme, Juliana, Naira, Vagner, Sérgio, B.A., Jésse, Leandro, Júlio e Juva. Vocês foram de cegos a brilhantes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parabéns e obrigado Diego pela assistência e dedicação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parabéns Tom Maior pelo 5º lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-2961817038441552161?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/2961817038441552161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=2961817038441552161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2961817038441552161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2961817038441552161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval-colegial-cegueira-geral.html' title='Carnaval colegial - cegueira geral'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R7IkbK_1BOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QYjZzZulMVk/s72-c/site+terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-2216411277268132332</id><published>2008-01-30T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T06:54:43.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cegueira no Carnaval - TOM MAIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R6CHGxWwy0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QoFrSQe9-kA/s1600-h/anhembi+2008+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161273723364363074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R6CHGxWwy0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QoFrSQe9-kA/s320/anhembi+2008+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comissão de Frente da TOM MAIOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O CARNAVAL como palco de expressões, reduções e repetições. O carnaval e seus desfiles delirantes como palco para réplicas da sociedade que insiste em fechar os olhos para o incomum mais fútil e fatal. Cegueira total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A TOM MAIOR terá personagens representando a ausência de um olhar mais profundo sobre as realidades da vida. "Vejo", dirão muitos. "Mas o quê?", perguntarão outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A COMISSÃO DE FRENTE, deste ano, tratará desta reflexão. Visionários de quê? Visionários cegos com suas bengalas e apoiados aos ombros uns dos outros? Nos levarão até onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perguntas divertidas e inquietantes que o brilho e a folia do carnaval não poderão apagar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É ver para crer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parabéns meninos e meninas por este trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parabéns pelo desafio aceito...e acreditem...é apenas fechar os olhos e se atirarem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pular para dentro da cena aberta e brincar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161277923842378578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R6CK7RWwy1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RGqBYQnGskg/s320/anhembi+2008+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(na madrugada de sábado dia 02 às 2:50 horas da manhã desfile da TOM MAIOR)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-2216411277268132332?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/2216411277268132332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=2216411277268132332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2216411277268132332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2216411277268132332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/01/vim-vi-e-venci-um-ensaio-visionrio.html' title='A Cegueira no Carnaval - TOM MAIOR'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R6CHGxWwy0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QoFrSQe9-kA/s72-c/anhembi+2008+200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3215419328639681977</id><published>2008-01-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:11:16.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, esses personagens transgressores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R3vnIWzSHVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bua7Aswy2IY/s1600-h/sp_16_leandrodeitaquera_f_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150964729573940562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R3vnIWzSHVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bua7Aswy2IY/s320/sp_16_leandrodeitaquera_f_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150965326574394722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R3vnrGzSHWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AumBinf1ZMI/s320/sp_16_leandrodeitaquera_f_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há um direito, um dever usurpado no carnaval de São Paulo. O de estimular a prática das adversas loucuras dionisíacas estéticas, éticas e febris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um direito de sentirmos cada vez mais, ao vermos personagens vivos e delirantes, o que Bispo do Rosário sentia - abre aspas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Louco é igual beija-flor, nunca pousa, sempre está a dois metros do chão"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - fecha aspas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Viva as criações doidivanas e viva Kaká DiPoli* e sua capacidade de nos deixar inquietos e alçados por onde passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse é um carnaval desfilante mágico e divertido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*fotos do site Uol da Comissão de Frente da Leandro de Itaquera que criei e dirigi em 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-3215419328639681977?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3215419328639681977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3215419328639681977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3215419328639681977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3215419328639681977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahh-esses-personagens-transgressores.html' title='Ahh, esses personagens transgressores...'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R3vnIWzSHVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bua7Aswy2IY/s72-c/sp_16_leandrodeitaquera_f_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-2333816776001071447</id><published>2007-12-26T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T05:57:13.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Kaiowás e eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;O filme "Terra Vermelha" já foi rodado...&lt;br /&gt;Dois meses se passaram...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui, em São Paulo...&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos Kaiowás em Dourados...&lt;br /&gt;Um processo de preparação de atores, de preparação de vida como nenhum outro que se tenha notícias...&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiro, instigante, revelador e incrivelmente "enlouquecedor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breve escreverei um pequeno relato dos fantásticos quatro meses e meio em que convivi com os índios guaranis kaiowás preparando-os para atuarem no filme de Marco Bechis.&lt;/strong&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/719558820554779731-2333816776001071447?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/2333816776001071447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=2333816776001071447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2333816776001071447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2333816776001071447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/12/os-kaiows-e-eu.html' title='Os Kaiowás e eu.'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3636032232812434650</id><published>2007-12-20T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:16:38.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oficinas Querô - SESC/Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estive na semana passada em minha terra mais que natal, Santos, para conversar com os alunos das Oficinas Querô e dar uma palestra na unidade SESC. Os meninos e meninas tão realmente levando a sério esse "negócio" de fazer cinema. Foi lindo!&lt;br /&gt;As oficinas são fruto da continuidade do trabalho de preparação de atores do filme "Querô" de Carlos Cortez e produção Gullane Filmes. É muito bom ver que uma iniciativa pontual e relativamente simples pode dar um belo resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E pensar que quando iniciei a coordenação dos trabalhos lá atrás, a mais de dois anos, o que vemos hoje era apenas um devaneio meu, do Carlos e da Débora. Nem sonho...devaneio mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Apostar no jovem que aposta em si é batata!! Criar mecanismos facilitadores e estimular a capacidade individual artística, técnica e administrativa deles é gerar um campo florido como poucos que vemos por aí. Casa, rua, bairro, cidade são invadidos pelo olhar delicado que cada jovem participante possui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninos que passaram desapercebidos na película do Carlos hoje são notados em festivais de cinema como diretores, em filmes publicitários e na TV. São realizadores, e é disso que precisamos. Outros, agregados posteriormente, recebem a carga positiva e desenvolvem um caminho de aprendizados, pertencimento e troca. Vão as ruas para, com uma câmera, registrar aquilo que cada um se proporciou: oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E que nossos caminhos se cruzem muito por este vasto mundo das possibilidades...Parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-3636032232812434650?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3636032232812434650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3636032232812434650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3636032232812434650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3636032232812434650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/12/oficinas-quer-sescsantos.html' title='Oficinas Querô - SESC/Santos'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-4587424306911107712</id><published>2007-12-20T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:06:17.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Magnata" - Alma de moleque!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi muito bom assistir a estréia de "O Magnata" e rever tão queridos amigos. "O Magnata" é um filme que se propõem a ser o que é! Uma direção segura e ágil, um roteiro pra molecada jovem e interpretações bem definidas e afinadas em toda sua heterogeneidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi muito gratificante ver o resultado de um trabalho intenso (pouco mais de um mês) de preparação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E novamente foi importante encontrar e descobrir o caminho a trilhar neste processo, seja com o Paulo, com a Rosane ou com os outros atores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo que nos deram foi muito pequeno, mas os esforços foram redobrados para finalizarmos a preparação e o levantamento das cenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada filme é um filme. E deixar claro que não existe um método é minha maior segurança. Acredito na novidade daquilo que encontro, quem encontro e em qual situação futura iremos viver. E assim...viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse é o método!!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parabéns "MAGNATAS"!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-4587424306911107712?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/4587424306911107712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=4587424306911107712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4587424306911107712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/4587424306911107712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-magnata-alma-de-moleque.html' title='&quot;O Magnata&quot; - Alma de moleque!!!'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7624516741245872510</id><published>2007-12-20T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:16:31.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Ensaio sobre a Visão no Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R2qkzit6hmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5lkuWpJSwdM/s1600-h/olhar4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146106729623881314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R2qkzit6hmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5lkuWpJSwdM/s200/olhar4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Citando Manoel de Barros: "As pessoas vêem, os poetas tem visões..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que aconteceria se todos nós, sem distinções, tivéssemos visões ao invés de "simplesmente" enxergar? Ao contrário da obra de José Saramago e sua inquietante cegueira interior, que tal se o mundo de hoje pudesse ver além do horizonte criado e determinado por outros e não pela gente toda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ter a visão arrepiante daquilo que é belo mas se esconde por trás das obviedades fúteis e do brilho vazio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O aconteceria no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem cegos completos e hoje visionários do cotidiano mais simples e não menos maravilhoso. Quem permitiria tamanha afronta destas? Quem será o corajoso atrevido a romper com o conformismo e abrir os olhos - pois é apenas isso que precisa ser feito - para tais "visões?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O carnaval - longe, por vezes, de oferecer tais regalias - deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; ser também palco de reflexões. É isso que eu quero, é disso que eu preciso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O movimento de bundas ondulantes e das plumas delirantes deixo para outros tantos, afeitos aos luxos e a superficialidade cansativas do reinado de momo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O espetáculo carnavalesco necessita de ares renováveis e critérios mais artísticos e menos engessadores. Retornar ao princípio ético da festa. Princípio esse que se transformou numa estética repetitiva e burocrático...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA A IRREVERÊNCIA E A LOUCURA dos dias de folia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;VIVA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comissão de Frente TOM MAIOR 2008&lt;/strong&gt;:" VIM, VI E VENCI - UM ENSAIO VISIONÁRIO SOBRE A VISÃO".&lt;br /&gt;Uma representação dos primeiros que aqui (São Paulo) estiveram e viram, mas não os últimos que verão!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ver&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;para crer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-7624516741245872510?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7624516741245872510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7624516741245872510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7624516741245872510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7624516741245872510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-ensaio-sobre-viso-no-carnaval.html' title='Um Ensaio sobre a Visão no Carnaval'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/R2qkzit6hmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5lkuWpJSwdM/s72-c/olhar4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-1880511469392754398</id><published>2007-09-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:14:21.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema - Carnaval - Teatro - Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há mais diálogos entre cinema, teatro, dança e carnaval do que supõe nossa "pequena" vã filosofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se os espaços mágicos de ocupação, destes seres atores, não forem além das mesquinhas linhas imaginárias de linguagens restritas, o que restará de nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Criadores, criaturas, adoradores e adoráveis insanos do etéreo jogo lúdico. &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/719558820554779731-1880511469392754398?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/1880511469392754398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=1880511469392754398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1880511469392754398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1880511469392754398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/09/h-mais-dilogos-entre-cinema-teatro-dana.html' title='Cinema - Carnaval - Teatro - Dança'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-2324875395362152750</id><published>2007-09-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T05:54:39.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Dourados MS com os índios Guarani Kaiowás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvqJOlaSMKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T3oaju_rV74/s1600-h/DOURADOSJUNHO2007+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114551210486149282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvqJOlaSMKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T3oaju_rV74/s320/DOURADOSJUNHO2007+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Continuo em Dourados no Mato Grosso do Sul finalizando as filmagens de "Terra Vermelha - BirdWatchers", uma produção italiana com direção de Marco Bechis com os índios das tribos Kaiowás da região.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esse é um processo que vai além de todos os conceitos e todos os sistemas que já utilizei ou pensei sobre o trabalho de ator no cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Depois de alguns meses preparando e convivendo diariamente com os atores-indígenas percebi o quanto é possível ser verdadeiramente "outro" sendo você mesmo diante de uma câmera. O estado visceral e lúdico que os índios Kaiowás atingem é revelador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;O que posso dizer por agora é: até que ponto somos a imagem que produzimos de nós mesmos? Nós atores precisamos de quê? Se quiserem uma resposta mais rápida dou uma dica: é só chegar em Dourados, ficar e observar muito...e principalmente comungar com uma cultura e com origens fincadas no saber pleno e no olhar profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quando voltar e me distanciar, talvez tenha mais clarezas sobre isso...&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/719558820554779731-2324875395362152750?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/2324875395362152750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=2324875395362152750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2324875395362152750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/2324875395362152750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/09/em-dourados-ms-com-os-ndios-guaranis.html' title='Em Dourados MS com os índios Guarani Kaiowás'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvqJOlaSMKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T3oaju_rV74/s72-c/DOURADOSJUNHO2007+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-1363750229819520491</id><published>2007-09-26T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:19:45.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em breve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvqAt1aSMHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4MTLexxVw3M/s1600-h/52_44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114541851752411250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvqAt1aSMHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4MTLexxVw3M/s200/52_44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse é outro filme que fiz a preparação de atores próximo de estrear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O MAGNATA"&lt;/strong&gt; direção de Jonnhy Araújo e roteiro de Chorão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com Paulo Vilhena, Rosane Mulholland, Milhem Cortaz e uma galera do skate da pesada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um trabalho que compartilhei com Roberto Audio e tive a assitência de Diego Andrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Falarei em breve...&lt;br /&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/719558820554779731-1363750229819520491?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/1363750229819520491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=1363750229819520491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1363750229819520491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1363750229819520491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/09/em-breve.html' title='Em breve...'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvqAt1aSMHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4MTLexxVw3M/s72-c/52_44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-1603670096737318684</id><published>2007-09-26T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:52:03.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"QUERÔ"...um pouco mais sobre a preparação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando fui convidado para realizar a preparação dos atores do filme Querô tinha apenas uma certeza: o processo deveria ser, incialmente, uma ação bem estruturada e coletiva. A escolha que fiz de uma equipe de profissionais afinada e a estruturação dos trabalhos iniciais com oficinas básicas (necessárias para o jovem sem experiência se situar neste universo) foi um bom alicerce para que depois eu fizesse a preparação especifica para o roteiro e o filme em si. Após os meses iniciais, e já com a definição do elenco, conduzi uma jornada intensa de algumas semanas com o Maxwell (ator que interpreta Querô), os meninos e os atores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não importa aqui dizer como foi e que caminhos eu tomei para que eles chegassem aos personagens e os personagens chegassem ao filme (ou o filme chegassem a eles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não importa dissecar os meandros de um processo e revelar os sistemas encontrados para dar um resultado artístico tão positivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Importa dizer que houve, dos jovens atores, dos atores e de mim: comunhão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E esta ação de preparar atores, nova no cinema e tão cruel, só funciona se conseguirmos ir além de olhar o próprio dedo que aponta a uma direção. Olhar o instante que criamos e que somos plenos, para a arte e para a vida. Conduzir um grupo a isso é o maior mérito. E ter descoberto um jeito para isso neste trabalho, minha maior satisfação.&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/719558820554779731-1603670096737318684?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/1603670096737318684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=1603670096737318684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1603670096737318684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/1603670096737318684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/09/ainda-querum-pouco-mais-sobre-preparao.html' title='&quot;QUERÔ&quot;...um pouco mais sobre a preparação'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3531219459654365166</id><published>2007-09-26T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:55:59.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a preparação e a descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvpySlaSMGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yeVPPZvR9yk/s1600-h/luiz+mario3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114525990438187106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvpySlaSMGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yeVPPZvR9yk/s200/luiz+mario3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passados dois anos eis que surge nos cinemas "QUERÔ". É muito estranho ver tanto tempo depois o resultado de um trabalho incomum. Coração e precisão foram os caminhos escolhidos para esta jornada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preparar atores amadores e inciantes para cinema demanda não apenas de técnica e métodos pré modulados. É preciso encontrar, descobrir um jeito, um sistema adequado para as pessoas envolvidas, repeitando principalmente suas origens e suas necessidades. Exercícios, leituras, improvisações são mecanismos de apoio mas que não revelam o estado viceral de um processo. Acredito, e foi isso que fiz na preparação de atores em Querô, na busca do núcleo vital que o filme roteirizado precisa. E o núcleo vital de uma história são as pessoas que a representarão, com seus medos, suas angustias, seus sonhos e suas alegrias. E é junto com elas que qualquer "método" se produz. Sempre rico, intenso e genuinamente inovador. &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/719558820554779731-3531219459654365166?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3531219459654365166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3531219459654365166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3531219459654365166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3531219459654365166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/09/sobre-preparao-e-descoberta.html' title='Sobre a preparação e a descoberta'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvpySlaSMGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yeVPPZvR9yk/s72-c/luiz+mario3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-8516335025317666162</id><published>2007-09-26T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:11:26.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que andam falando sobre os jovens atores de QUERÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Através de olhares atentos, as críticas ecoam de um trabalho feito com delicadeza e atenção. É bom ver "QUERÔ" e a força interpretativa destes jovens atores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvpdQ1aSMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/RzK-FDuideQ/s1600-h/wallpaper003_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114502870629232674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvpdQ1aSMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/RzK-FDuideQ/s200/wallpaper003_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"E não há espaço melhor para essa dualidade que Maxwell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nascimento, o jovem ator escolhido para encarnar Querô, no que &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talvez seja a interpretação masculina mais marcante do cinema brasileiro&lt;/span&gt; desde o Satã de Lázaro Ramos..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rodr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;igo de Oliveira - CONTRACAMPO Revista de Cinema)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Carlos Cortez se vale da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;extraordinária&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;atuação do estreante Maxwell Nascimento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;como Querô. Ele poderia, aliás, ter confiado mais em Nascimento, cujo rosto fala alto e dispensa a esporádica evocação cinematográfica dos pensamentos do protagonista." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Contardo Calligaris - FOLHA DE SÃO PAULO 20.09.2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"QUERÔ SE DESTACA PELO CUIDADOSO TRABALHO DE PREPARAÇÃO DE ATORES... o trabalho de preparação dos jovens atores, todos amadores e recrutados na região, é impecável e impressionante..."&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rubens Ewald Filho - ATRIBUNA de SANTOS 21.09.2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mas, sem dúvidas, o grande destaque está no elenco, com o estreante Maxwell Nascimento no papel principal. O jovem ator nos faz acreditar em todos os momentos que ele é um menino de rua e que está amargurado até a alma por tudo aquilo que sofreu e a que foi submetido em tão pouco tempo de vida... Maxwell tem uma carreira promissora pela frente, e sua preparação, feita por Luiz Mario Vicente, também merece palmas." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Renato Silveira - Site CINEMATÓRIO)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;alguns&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;prêmios de melhor ator para Maxwell Nascimento - um jovem de 16 anos em sua primeira experiência como ator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;39º FESTIVAL DE BRASÍLIA DE CINEMA BRASILEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14º FESTIVAL DE CINEMA E VÍDEO DE CUIABÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;17º CINE CEARÁ - Festival Ibero-Americano de Cinema&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/719558820554779731-8516335025317666162?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/8516335025317666162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=8516335025317666162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/8516335025317666162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/8516335025317666162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-que-andam-falando-sobre-os-jovens.html' title='O que andam falando sobre os jovens atores de QUERÔ'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/RvpdQ1aSMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/RzK-FDuideQ/s72-c/wallpaper003_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-7557019819841461207</id><published>2007-07-12T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:59:00.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira Cena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Rpa4JVhvAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mhTnt5wpbdQ/s1600-h/olhar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086455299698524162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Rpa4JVhvAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mhTnt5wpbdQ/s320/olhar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Aqui começa o início". Sem tempo para acabar e sem espaço único para ser.&lt;br /&gt;Reflito sobre mim, meu olhar sobre as coisas e as coisas que me chamam a olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde não há sistemas, métodos. Um mundo onde o improvável é matéria básica para um aprendizado revelador.&lt;br /&gt;Desperto para o universo das possibilidades onde a arte - seja ela qual for - terá, dentro de mim, um instante de soberania inquieta e quem sabe, transformadora.&lt;br /&gt;Ser ator, pouco importa. Ser atuante é o que me aproxima das dádivas enlouquecidas de um vida simples e saborosamente frágil.&lt;br /&gt;O palco é minha casa. O cinema, meu mais puro sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Dor e prazer. Substâncias necessárias para respirar loucura neste mundo fartamente estéril.&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/719558820554779731-7557019819841461207?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/7557019819841461207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=7557019819841461207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7557019819841461207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/7557019819841461207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/07/primeira-cena.html' title='Primeira Cena'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/Rpa4JVhvAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mhTnt5wpbdQ/s72-c/olhar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-719558820554779731.post-3677957879540487317</id><published>2007-05-21T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:19:52.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E assim se fez a luz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O príncipio das coisas não está nas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O princípio das coisas está no silêncio dramático de um ator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/719558820554779731-3677957879540487317?l=poeticadoator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/feeds/3677957879540487317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=719558820554779731&amp;postID=3677957879540487317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3677957879540487317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/719558820554779731/posts/default/3677957879540487317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticadoator.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-assim-se-fez-luz.html' title='E assim se fez a luz...'/><author><name>Luiz Mario Vicente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707141251104403688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNH-69S_VBQ/SWtAvxIAREI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXF0F932bkY/S220/IMGA0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
