<?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-8264337</id><updated>2011-08-22T03:43:31.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ary Condota</title><subtitle type='html'>viste também:
www.condota.com.br</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-7837699013218158337</id><published>2010-09-21T20:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:59:51.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>Ela chega discreta&lt;br /&gt;na metamorfose divina&lt;br /&gt;com seus encantos, sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Seus varios perfumes,&lt;br /&gt;com seu jeito peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;Da vida ao seco&lt;br /&gt;trazendo vigor da florada&lt;br /&gt;uma eclosão de cores&lt;br /&gt;num calor de amores&lt;br /&gt;em uma brisa que enternece.&lt;br /&gt;Crianças brincando na chuva&lt;br /&gt;sobre um céu colorido&lt;br /&gt;olhares sorridentes&lt;br /&gt;pulsando nos movimentos&lt;br /&gt;Ah, doce e bela primavera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-7837699013218158337?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/7837699013218158337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=7837699013218158337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/7837699013218158337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/7837699013218158337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera.html' title='PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-2962207279372997994</id><published>2009-06-28T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:38:51.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olga Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/Skbzy2Lkp-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/axoAtUmzWiQ/s1600-h/OgAAABHGfKuh5Ybn9mwBX95_QN6cyAzGvGUNQvz0iYHXnyG8RlkfrCy87t6KKbWhFe_SPMJD6Jpwi4r6gEJsOlMMBz4Am1T1UCRwbu9FFjIzXZnYQoGz8zHHsObP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/Skbzy2Lkp-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/axoAtUmzWiQ/s320/OgAAABHGfKuh5Ybn9mwBX95_QN6cyAzGvGUNQvz0iYHXnyG8RlkfrCy87t6KKbWhFe_SPMJD6Jpwi4r6gEJsOlMMBz4Am1T1UCRwbu9FFjIzXZnYQoGz8zHHsObP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352233262039476194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um cachorro não precisa de carrões, de casas grandes ou roupas de marca. Um graveto esta ótimo pra ele. Um cachorro nao se importa se você é rico ou pobre, inteligente ou idiota, esperto ou burro. De o seu coração a ele e ele dará o dele. De quantas pessoas voce pode falar isso? quantas pessoas fazem voce se sentir raro e puro e especial ? quantas pessoas fazem voce se sentir extraordinário?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-2962207279372997994?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/2962207279372997994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=2962207279372997994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/2962207279372997994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/2962207279372997994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2009/06/olga-maria.html' title='Olga Maria'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/Skbzy2Lkp-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/axoAtUmzWiQ/s72-c/OgAAABHGfKuh5Ybn9mwBX95_QN6cyAzGvGUNQvz0iYHXnyG8RlkfrCy87t6KKbWhFe_SPMJD6Jpwi4r6gEJsOlMMBz4Am1T1UCRwbu9FFjIzXZnYQoGz8zHHsObP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-2932398405856135791</id><published>2008-06-16T13:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:20:25.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SFaSvIGnORI/AAAAAAAAACk/c5lpq6iHBxE/s1600-h/_MG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SFaSvIGnORI/AAAAAAAAACk/c5lpq6iHBxE/s320/_MG_0128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212514957054654738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-2932398405856135791?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/2932398405856135791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=2932398405856135791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/2932398405856135791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/2932398405856135791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SFaSvIGnORI/AAAAAAAAACk/c5lpq6iHBxE/s72-c/_MG_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-4138056875211451080</id><published>2008-05-23T00:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:13:49.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Biologo, meu sonho, minha razao de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SDY2WaryvQI/AAAAAAAAACc/AXcHbQ_D8OY/s1600-h/CIMG6064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SDY2WaryvQI/AAAAAAAAACc/AXcHbQ_D8OY/s320/CIMG6064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203406178221210882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-4138056875211451080?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/4138056875211451080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=4138056875211451080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4138056875211451080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4138056875211451080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2008/05/meu-biologo-meu-sonho-minha-razao-de.html' title='Meu Biologo, meu sonho, minha razao de viver'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SDY2WaryvQI/AAAAAAAAACc/AXcHbQ_D8OY/s72-c/CIMG6064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-2450072631741260403</id><published>2008-05-22T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:11:30.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o que sera que ele esta pensando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SDY1cqryvPI/AAAAAAAAACU/wZDprXRxQQs/s1600-h/CIMG5960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SDY1cqryvPI/AAAAAAAAACU/wZDprXRxQQs/s320/CIMG5960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203405186083765490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-2450072631741260403?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/2450072631741260403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=2450072631741260403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/2450072631741260403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/2450072631741260403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='o que sera que ele esta pensando?'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SDY1cqryvPI/AAAAAAAAACU/wZDprXRxQQs/s72-c/CIMG5960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-6411766918599794551</id><published>2008-04-30T12:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:53:15.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>São Paulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SBiVsWu11yI/AAAAAAAAACM/eKt6V1jBVB0/s1600-h/CIMG5848A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SBiVsWu11yI/AAAAAAAAACM/eKt6V1jBVB0/s320/CIMG5848A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195066759420696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente era Sao Paulo da garoa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje do imprevisível, temos sempre que estar atentos.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente lindo.(foto feita da janela do meu estúdio no 11and. depois de uma chuva)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-6411766918599794551?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/6411766918599794551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=6411766918599794551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/6411766918599794551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/6411766918599794551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-paulo.html' title='São Paulo'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/SBiVsWu11yI/AAAAAAAAACM/eKt6V1jBVB0/s72-c/CIMG5848A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-4267453650807689016</id><published>2008-02-11T01:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:31:12.752-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R6_BXwL_gOI/AAAAAAAAACE/93BfMJ8pIGc/s1600-h/Imagem2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R6_BXwL_gOI/AAAAAAAAACE/93BfMJ8pIGc/s320/Imagem2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165559911433601250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas pessoas que se quiseram suicidar se contentaram em rasgar a própria fotografia!&lt;br /&gt;(Jules Renard)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-4267453650807689016?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/4267453650807689016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=4267453650807689016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4267453650807689016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4267453650807689016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2008/02/quantas-pessoas-que-se-quiseram.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R6_BXwL_gOI/AAAAAAAAACE/93BfMJ8pIGc/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-4685031293753293747</id><published>2008-01-27T08:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:22:42.494-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R5xpWOWNRtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lehF_FGx8Lo/s1600-h/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R5xpWOWNRtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lehF_FGx8Lo/s320/Imagem1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160115103589025490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A fotografia, antes de tudo é um testemunho. Quando se aponta a câmara para algum objeto ou sujeito, constrói-se um significado, faz-se uma escolha, seleciona-se um tema e conta-se uma história, cabe a nós, espectadores, o imenso desafio de lê-Ias". (Ivan Lima)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-4685031293753293747?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/4685031293753293747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=4685031293753293747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4685031293753293747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4685031293753293747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2008/01/fotografia-antes-de-tudo-um-testemunho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R5xpWOWNRtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lehF_FGx8Lo/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-864222973005536208</id><published>2008-01-26T13:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:10:38.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A fé nunca moveu nada. É a duvida que move.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R5tLuuWNRsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ihNf5sy1vAs/s1600-h/JC01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R5tLuuWNRsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ihNf5sy1vAs/s320/JC01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159801064170276546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     P.Henningsen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-864222973005536208?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/864222973005536208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=864222973005536208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/864222973005536208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/864222973005536208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2008/01/f-nunca-moveu-nada-duvida-que-move.html' title='A fé nunca moveu nada. É a duvida que move.'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/R5tLuuWNRsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ihNf5sy1vAs/s72-c/JC01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-3405915883975161469</id><published>2007-10-14T14:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:44:00.911-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudim de pão com goiabada e uvas passa ao vinho do Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/RxJHJAgDXyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8-FSpdAZBBo/s1600-h/ordomingo01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/RxJHJAgDXyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8-FSpdAZBBo/s320/ordomingo01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121233946352508706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-3405915883975161469?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/3405915883975161469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=3405915883975161469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/3405915883975161469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/3405915883975161469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2007/10/pudim-de-po-com-goiabada-e-uvas-passa.html' title='Pudim de pão com goiabada e uvas passa ao vinho do Porto'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/RxJHJAgDXyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8-FSpdAZBBo/s72-c/ordomingo01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-4582791274418409320</id><published>2007-10-14T14:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:42:37.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>meu almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/RxJG6QgDXxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xYXx_zY0bTU/s1600-h/ordomingo00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/RxJG6QgDXxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xYXx_zY0bTU/s320/ordomingo00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121233692949438226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom nao exite nada no mundo melhor do que:&lt;br /&gt;uma boa culinária, e um bom vinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-4582791274418409320?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/4582791274418409320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=4582791274418409320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4582791274418409320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/4582791274418409320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2007/10/meu-almoo.html' title='meu almoço'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/RxJG6QgDXxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xYXx_zY0bTU/s72-c/ordomingo00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-9360569066262118</id><published>2007-10-10T14:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:52:04.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um simples almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/Rw0ROQgDXwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WFcjVaObdIs/s1600-h/culinaria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/Rw0ROQgDXwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WFcjVaObdIs/s320/culinaria2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119767288035368706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo Você...*Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não para para que você o conserte.  Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar. Portanto, plante seu jardim e decorre sua alma, em vez de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.  &lt;br /&gt;(Shakespeare)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-9360569066262118?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/9360569066262118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=9360569066262118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/9360569066262118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/9360569066262118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-simples-almoo.html' title='Um simples almoço'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_32ZJsEAwN5E/Rw0ROQgDXwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WFcjVaObdIs/s72-c/culinaria2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-7199395803312593264</id><published>2007-06-13T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:02:16.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é como estou me sentindo</title><content type='html'>Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita&lt;br /&gt; mi ritrovai per una selva oscura&lt;br /&gt; ché la diritta via era smarrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura&lt;br /&gt; esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte&lt;br /&gt; che nel pensier rinova la paura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tant'è amara che poco è più morte;&lt;br /&gt; ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,&lt;br /&gt; dirò de l'altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Io non so ben ridir com'i' v'intrai,&lt;br /&gt; tant'era pien di sonno a quel punto&lt;br /&gt; che la verace via abbandonai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ma poi ch'i' fui al piè d'un colle giunto,&lt;br /&gt; là dove terminava quella valle&lt;br /&gt; che m'avea di paura il cor compunto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; guardai in alto, e vidi le sue spalle&lt;br /&gt; vestite già de' raggi del pianeta&lt;br /&gt; che mena dritto altrui per ogne calle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-7199395803312593264?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/7199395803312593264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=7199395803312593264&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/7199395803312593264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/7199395803312593264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2007/06/como-estou-me-sentindo.html' title='é como estou me sentindo'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-2349108734872238870</id><published>2007-06-12T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:29:36.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário Quintana</title><content type='html'>"Deficiente" é aquele que não consegue modificar a sua vida, aceitando&lt;br /&gt;as imposições de outras pessoas ou da sociedade em que vive, sem ter&lt;br /&gt;consciência de que é dono do seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Louco" é quem não procura se feliz com o que possui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cego" é aquele que não vê seu próximo morrer de frio, de fome, de&lt;br /&gt;miséria. E só tem olhos para seus míseros problemas e pequenas dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surdo" é aquele que não tem tempo de ouvir um desabafo de um amigo, ou&lt;br /&gt;o apelo de um irmão. Pois está sempre apressado para o trabalho e quer&lt;br /&gt;garantir seus tostões no fim do mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mudo" é aquele que não consegue falar o que sente e se esconde por&lt;br /&gt;trás da máscara da hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paralítico" é quem não consegue andar na direção daqueles que precisam&lt;br /&gt;de sua ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diabético" é quem não consegue ser doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anão" é quem não sabe deixar o amor crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, finalmente, a pior das deficiências é ser miserável, pois&lt;br /&gt;"Miseráveis" são todos que não conseguem falar com Deus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-2349108734872238870?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/2349108734872238870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-6285429497690854597</id><published>2007-06-11T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:53:39.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ary Condota</title><content type='html'>Cada um com seus problemas.&lt;br /&gt;estou de volta &lt;br /&gt;beijo a todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-6285429497690854597?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/6285429497690854597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=6285429497690854597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/6285429497690854597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/6285429497690854597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2007/06/ary-condota.html' title='Ary Condota'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-8809079594627601693</id><published>2007-06-11T09:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:51:59.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein</title><content type='html'>"O pensamento lógico pode levar você de A a B, mas a imaginação te leva a qualquer parte do Universo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-8809079594627601693?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/8809079594627601693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=8809079594627601693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/8809079594627601693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/8809079594627601693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2007/06/einstein.html' title='Einstein'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-115336141671842044</id><published>2006-07-19T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:10:16.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>so pra lembrar</title><content type='html'>eu fiz varios blos e sites&lt;br /&gt;mas so estes é que estao ativo ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.condota.com.br&lt;br /&gt;http://members.fotki.com/condota/about/&lt;br /&gt;http://condota.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=9323793631140608415&lt;br /&gt;ufa acho que foram todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-115336141671842044?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-115193092427532924</id><published>2006-07-03T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:48:44.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que elas estao esperando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/IMG_4602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/IMG_4602.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-115193092427532924?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/115193092427532924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>temais imagens no http://www.flickr.com/photos/condota/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-115193054289607256?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/115193054289607256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=115193054289607256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/115193054289607256'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-115012050031501674</id><published>2006-06-12T10:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:56:23.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo de copa voce conhece nossa bandeira?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/BandeiraAryBrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/BandeiraAryBrasil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A bandeira do Brasil foi projetada em 1889 por Raimundo Teixeira Mendes e Miguel Lemos, com desenho de Décio Vilares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é inspirada na bandeira do Império, desenhada pelo pintor francês Jean Baptiste Debret, com a esfera azul-celeste e a divisa positivista "Ordem e Progresso" no lugar da coroa imperial, deve-se a Benjamim Constant que o sugeriu a Raimundo T. Mendes. A expressão foi extraída da fórmula máxima do Positivismo: "O amor por princípio, a ordem por base, o progresso por fim", que se decompõe em duas divisas usuais - Uma moral, 'Viver para outrém' (altruísmo - termo criado por Comte), ou seja, por o interesse alheio acima de seu próprio interesse, e outra estética, 'Ordem e Progresso', ou seja, cada coisa em seu devido lugar para a perfeita orientação ética da vida social. Dentro da esfera está representado o céu do Rio de Janeiro, com a constelação do Cruzeiro do Sul, às 8:30 horas de 15 de novembro de 1889, dia da Proclamação da República. As estrelas foram inspiradas nas que, realmente, brilhavam no céu do Brasil, na histórica madrugada de 15 de novembro de 1889: "Espiga, Procium, Sirius, Canopus, Delta, Gama, Epsilon, Seta, Alfa, Antares, Lambda, Mu, Teta e outras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1992, uma lei alterou a bandeira para permitir que todos os 26 estados brasileiros e o Distrito Federal estejam representados por estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BANDEIRA NACIONAL FOI ADOTADA PELO DECRETO-LEI N0 4 DE 19 DE NOVEMBRO DE 1889 E CUJO TEOR É O SEGUINTE:&lt;br /&gt;"- O Governo Provisório da República dos Estados Unidos do Brasil, considerando que as cores da nossa antiga bandeira recordam as lutas e as vitórias gloriosas do exército e da armada na defesa da Pátria; Considerando, pois, que nossas cores, independentemente da forma de governo simbolizam a perpetuidade e a integridade da Pátria entre as nações; Decreta: a Bandeira adotada pela República mantém a tradição das antigas cores nacionais, verde-amarelo, do seguinte modo: um losango amarelo em campo verde, tendo no meio a esfera azul-celeste, atravessada por uma zona branca em sentido oblíquo e, descendo da esquerda para a direita com a legenda "Ordem e Progresso" e ponteada por 21 estrelas, entre as quais as da constelação do Cruzeiro, dispostas na sua situação astronômica quanto à distância e no tamanho relativos representando os 20 Estados da República e o Município Neutro. . . - Sala das sessões do Governo Provisório da República dos Estados Unidos do Brasil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-115012050031501674?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/115012050031501674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=115012050031501674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/115012050031501674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/115012050031501674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/06/tempo-de-copa-voce-conhece-nossa.html' title='tempo de copa voce conhece nossa bandeira?'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114986918619246431</id><published>2006-06-09T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:12:45.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte é uma mentira que diz a verdade. (Pablo Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/pintor.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/pintor.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pablo que se cuide, eu estou vindo pra contar minhas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;ou pra fazer arte&lt;br /&gt;bom fim de semana a todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114986918619246431?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114986918619246431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114986918619246431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114986918619246431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114986918619246431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/06/arte-uma-mentira-que-diz-verdade-pablo.html' title='A arte é uma mentira que diz a verdade. (Pablo Picasso'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114952527373392755</id><published>2006-06-05T13:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:31:19.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/9186568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/9186568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um relacionamento com Deus é uma via de mão dupla. Você faz esforço, Ele responde. Ele estende a mão, você responde. Algumas vezes é um empurrão, outras um puxão. Algumas vezes você passa horas conversando com Ele mas não sente que está chegando tão perto como gostaria. Outras vezes, do nada, Ele Se revela a você. Faz você se sentir especial, como se ninguém mais fosse tão precioso para Ele quanto você é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu levei 45 anos pra encontrar voce (Represa de Jaguari)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114952527373392755?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114952527373392755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114952527373392755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114952527373392755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114952527373392755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/06/ter-um-relacionamento-com-deus-uma-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114844193450851334</id><published>2006-05-24T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:38:54.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(Do livro ‘O Cinema e a Invenção da Vida Moderna’, COSAC &amp; NAIFY).</title><content type='html'>“O cinema não é apenas um brinquedo mecânico, mas a bandeira terrível e magnificente da vida”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114844193450851334?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114844193450851334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114844193450851334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114844193450851334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114844193450851334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-livro-o-cinema-e-inveno-da-vida.html' title='(Do livro ‘O Cinema e a Invenção da Vida Moderna’, COSAC &amp; NAIFY).'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114792325061427111</id><published>2006-05-18T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:34:10.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(Federico Fellini – Cineasta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;- Não existe fim. Não existe início. Existe apenas a infinita paixão da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114792325061427111?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114792325061427111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114792325061427111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114792325061427111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114792325061427111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/federico-fellini-cineasta.html' title='(Federico Fellini – Cineasta)'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114771110332533847</id><published>2006-05-15T13:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:37:18.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ary Condota</title><content type='html'>Sabe lendo os jornais e vendo tv eu ouço muito reu primario, e me pergunto.&lt;br /&gt;O reu primário, é como se estivessem dizendo que todo mundo tem direito de matar alguém inconseqüentemente uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Só depois é que se torna criminoso.&lt;br /&gt;não entendo??&lt;br /&gt;se alguem puder comentar a repeito.&lt;br /&gt;eu agradeço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114771110332533847?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114771110332533847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114771110332533847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114771110332533847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114771110332533847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/ary-condota.html' title='Ary Condota'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114723577837282611</id><published>2006-05-10T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:36:18.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>“Polenta é palavra intraduzível.</title><content type='html'>Chamá-la de massa, pasta ou mingau de farinha de milho é uso indelicado da língua” (Marcella Hazan, professora de culinária, escreveu ‘Fundamentos da Cozinha Italiana Clássica’, MARTINS FONTES).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114723577837282611?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114723577837282611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114723577837282611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114723577837282611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114723577837282611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/polenta-palavra-intraduzvel.html' title='“Polenta é palavra intraduzível.'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114684079636653669</id><published>2006-05-05T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:53:16.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novalis</title><content type='html'>Non ci comprenderemo mai del tutto,&lt;br /&gt;ma potremo assai più che comprenderci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114684079636653669?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114684079636653669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114684079636653669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114684079636653669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114684079636653669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/novalis.html' title='Novalis'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114677007632358361</id><published>2006-05-04T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:14:36.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'> Olindo Guerrini</title><content type='html'>E io che intesi quel che non dicevi&lt;br style="-khtml-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -khtml-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'innamoraidi te perche' tacevi&lt;br style="-khtml-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -khtml-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114677007632358361?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114677007632358361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114677007632358361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114677007632358361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114677007632358361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/olindo-guerrini.html' title=' Olindo Guerrini'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114662960432817916</id><published>2006-05-03T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:13:24.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor Hugo</title><content type='html'>C'è chi si fissa a vedere il buio.&lt;br style="-khtml-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -khtml-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io preferisco contemplare le stelle.&lt;br style="-khtml-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -khtml-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114662960432817916?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114662960432817916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114662960432817916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114662960432817916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114662960432817916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/victor-hugo.html' title='Victor Hugo'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114650003943424536</id><published>2006-05-01T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:14:00.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola bom dia do trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hoje em homenagem a exposição luz e sombra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou postar a semana toda  frases em Italiano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;espero que gostem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le lacrime sono solo la prova che l'anima esiste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma non servono a niente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114650003943424536?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114650003943424536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114650003943424536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114650003943424536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114650003943424536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/05/ola-bom-dia-do-trabalho.html' title='Ola bom dia do trabalho'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114637251504231525</id><published>2006-04-30T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:48:35.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Claude Debussy</title><content type='html'>A arte é a mais bela das mentiras. &lt;br style="-khtml-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -khtml-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114637251504231525?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114637251504231525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114637251504231525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114637251504231525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114637251504231525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/claude-debussy.html' title='Claude Debussy'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114620341463583160</id><published>2006-04-28T02:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:16:21.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/pinacoteca.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/pinacoteca.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ver a exposição &lt;br /&gt;Luz e Sombra na Pintura Italiana&lt;br /&gt;Pinacoteca do Estado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exposição reúne 65 obras inéditas no Brasil, de grandes nomes da arte italiana , trazendo no acervo nomes como Tintoretto, Veronese, Tiziano, Guercino, Giordano e Lorenzo Lotto. Inclui também obras de artistas de outras nacionalidades que viveram na Itália, como Domenikos Théotokopulos, vulgo "Il Greco".&lt;br /&gt;A mostra concentra-se na produção artística desenvolvida em Veneza, Bolonha e Roma, três dos grandes centros do desenvolvimento cultural italiano, abrangendo o período entre os séculos XVI e XVII, e destaca o principal e mais significativo aspecto da arte italiana nesse período, as técnicas de luz e sombra que revolucionaram os conceitos estéticos da época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pinacoteca do Estado&lt;br /&gt;Praça da Luz, 2 - Jardim da Luz&lt;br /&gt;Tel.: (11) 3229-9844&lt;br /&gt;29 de março a 30 de abril&lt;br /&gt;De terça a domingo - 10:00 as 18:00 horas&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Ducaralhoooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114620341463583160?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114620341463583160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114620341463583160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114620341463583160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114620341463583160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-fui-ver-exposio-luz-e-sombra-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114615947758930503</id><published>2006-04-27T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:37:57.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arnaldo Jabor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tento ser uma espécie de desbravador do óbvio."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;textarea id="postBodyDebug"&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8264337-114615947758930503?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114615947758930503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114615947758930503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114615947758930503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114615947758930503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/arnaldo-jabor.html' title='Arnaldo Jabor'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114602689999242931</id><published>2006-04-26T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:48:20.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Santo Agostinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dom da fala foi concedido aos homens não para que eles enganassem uns aos outros, mas sim para que expressassem seus pensamentos uns aos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8264337-114602689999242931?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114602689999242931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114602689999242931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114602689999242931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114602689999242931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/santo-agostinho.html' title='Santo Agostinho'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114597442950220580</id><published>2006-04-25T11:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:13:49.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'O que você acredita que é um artista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um imbecil que só tem olhos se for pintor, ouvidos se for músico, ou uma lira em todos os andares do coração se for poeta? Muito pelo contrário, ele é ao mesmo tempo um ser estético, constantemente em alerta diante dos dilacerantes, ardentes ou doces acontecimentos do mundo, refletindo-os na forma como realiza sua obra. Como seria possível desinteressar-se dos outros homens? Graças a qual indolência, dissociar-se de uma vida que eles lhe trazem de modo tão abundante? Não, a pintura não é feita para decorar apartamentos. É um instrumento de guerra ofensivo e defensivo contra o inimigo.''&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114597442950220580?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114597442950220580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114597442950220580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114597442950220580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114597442950220580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/pablo-picasso_25.html' title='Pablo Picasso'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114589392413585140</id><published>2006-04-24T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:41:27.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pascal</title><content type='html'>O pensamento é a grandeza do homem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114589392413585140?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114589392413585140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114589392413585140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114589392413585140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114589392413585140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/pascal.html' title='Pascal'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114556478952516986</id><published>2006-04-20T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:26:29.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114556478952516986?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114556478952516986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114556478952516986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114556478952516986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114556478952516986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114541793189586520</id><published>2006-04-19T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:41:45.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincente Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andei por esta terra durante trinta anos e, por gratidão, quero deixar alguma lembrança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8264337-114541793189586520?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114541793189586520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114541793189586520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114541793189586520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114541793189586520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/vincente-van-gogh.html' title='Vincente Van Gogh'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114507365357456170</id><published>2006-04-15T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:00:53.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Picasso

</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''Quando vemos o que pode ser expresso pela foto, nos damos conta de que tudo aquilo não pode mais ser preocupação da pintura... Por que o artista insistiria em realizar aquilo que, com a ajuda da objetiva, pode ser tão bem feito? Seria uma loucura, não? A fotografia chegou na hora certa para liberar a pintura de qualquer literatura, anedota e arte do tema. Em todo caso, um certo aspecto do tema pertence, daqui por diante, ao campo da fotografia... Não deveriam os pintores aproveitar sua liberdade reconquistada para fazer outra coisa? Seria muito curioso fixar fotograficamente, não as etapas de um quadro, mas suas metamorfoses. Talvez percebêssemos por quais caminhos o cérebro envereda para a concretização de seus sonhos. Entretanto, é realmente muito curioso observar que, no fundo, o quadro não muda, que a visão inicial permanece quase intacta, apesar das aparências. Muitas vezes vejo uma luz e uma sombra que pus no meu quadro e empenho-me em quebrá-las, acrescentando uma cor que crie um efeito contrário. Quando essa obra é fotografada, percebo que aquilo que havia introduzido para corrigir minha primeira visão desaparece, e que, definitivamente, a imagem dada pela fotografia corresponde a minha primeira visão, antes das transformações trazidas contra minha vontade.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114507365357456170?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114507365357456170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114507365357456170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114507365357456170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114507365357456170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/pablo-picasso.html' title='Pablo Picasso&#xA;&#xA;'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114498841977428083</id><published>2006-04-14T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:21:28.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu errei muito e ja acertei também</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O ser humano não pode deixar de cometer erros; é com os erros, que os homens de bom senso aprendem a sabedoria para o futuro. (Plutarco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu furo é o Enzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu acerto  é o Enzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oje faz 3 anos de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;este foi meu grande feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amo muito esse menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114498841977428083?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114498841977428083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114498841977428083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114498841977428083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114498841977428083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-errei-muito-e-ja-acertei-tambm.html' title='Eu errei muito e ja acertei também'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114471989601146483</id><published>2006-04-10T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:44:56.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>
</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A fotografia publicitária, na hora, é só um clique, mas faz você ficar muitas horas antes afiando as luzes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114471989601146483?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114471989601146483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114471989601146483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114471989601146483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114471989601146483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_10.html' title='&#xA;'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114463419604257989</id><published>2006-04-09T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:56:36.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>
</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114463419604257989?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114463419604257989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114463419604257989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114463419604257989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114463419604257989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='&#xA;'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114451193515172729</id><published>2006-04-08T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:58:55.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fotografia digital</title><content type='html'>Mesmo na área da fotografia digital, o que continua valendo é o olho do fotógrafo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114451193515172729?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.condota.com.br' title='fotografia digital'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114451193515172729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114451193515172729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114451193515172729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114451193515172729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/fotografia-digital.html' title='fotografia digital'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114450392165464733</id><published>2006-04-08T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:45:21.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CARLOS DRUMMOND DE ANDRADE</title><content type='html'>Não importa onde você parou... em que momento da vida você cansou... &lt;br /&gt;o que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário "recomeçar".&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;é renovar as esperanças na vida e, o mais importante, acreditar em você de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Sofreu muito neste período? Foi aprendizado...&lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito? Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;br /&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas? Foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes? É porque fechaste a porta até para os anjos...&lt;br /&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido? Era o início de tua melhora...&lt;br /&gt;Onde você quer chegar? Ir alto? Sonhe alto... queira o melhor do melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Se pensamos pequeno... coisas pequenas teremos... &lt;br /&gt;Mas se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e principalmente lutarmos pelo melhor... o melhor vai se instalar em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo, e não do tamanho da minha altura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114450392165464733?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114450392165464733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114450392165464733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114450392165464733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114450392165464733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='CARLOS DRUMMOND DE ANDRADE'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114407278507156994</id><published>2006-04-03T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T10:59:45.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HENRY MILLER</title><content type='html'>“NO DIA EM QUE DEIXARMOS DE EXERCER, AO MÁXIMO, A NOSSA CAPACIDADE, MATAMOS A PARTE DO CRISTO, DO EINSTEIN E DO DA VINCI QUE EXISTE EM NÓS”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114407278507156994?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114407278507156994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114407278507156994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114407278507156994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114407278507156994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/04/henry-miller.html' title='HENRY MILLER'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114369021647772530</id><published>2006-03-30T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:42:03.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sou apaixonado por Fernando Pessoa
então ai vai uma dele</title><content type='html'>Eros e Psique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta a lenda que dormia&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Princesa encantada&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem só despertaria&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Infante, que viria&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De além do muro da estrada. &lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tinha que, tentado,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencer o mal e o bem,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que, já libertado,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixasse o caminho errado&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por o que à Princesa vem. &lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Princesa Adormecida,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se espera, dormindo espera,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonha em morte a sua vida,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E orna-lhe a fronte esquecida,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verde, uma grinalda de hera. &lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe o Infante, esforçado,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que intuito tem,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompe o caminho fadado,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele dela é ignorado,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela para ele é ninguém. &lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada um cumpre o Destino&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela dormindo encantada,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele buscando-a sem tino&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo processo divino&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que faz existir a estrada. &lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, se bem que seja obscuro&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pela estrada fora,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falso, ele vem seguro,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vencendo estrada e muro,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega onde em sono ela mora, &lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, inda tonto do que houvera,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À cabeça, em maresia,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergue a mão, e encontra hera,&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vê que ele mesmo era&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Princesa que dormia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114369021647772530?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114369021647772530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114369021647772530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114369021647772530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114369021647772530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/sou-apaixonado-por-fernando-pessoa.html' title='sou apaixonado por Fernando Pessoa&#xA;então ai vai uma dele'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114354947516364218</id><published>2006-03-28T09:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:37:55.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu pudesse escolher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher seria feliz, pelo menos, oito horas por dia. Todos os dias. Reservaria o tempo restante para viver as pequenas agruras naturais. Mas seriam leves. Porque haveria a certeza de que a cada dia eu teria a minha cota de felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher reservaria algumas horas, todos os dias, para fazer só o que pudesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;fazer os outros felizes. Dedicação total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher, pararia qualquer coisa que estivesse fazendo às cinco horas da tarde e me sentaria para assistir ao pôr do sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Escolheria lugares especiais. Procuraria não me repetir muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;O horário do pôr do sol seria algo assim, sagrado. O meu horário para observar a Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher, viveria entre o mar e as montanhas. No meio do caminho. Nem muito longe de um, nem muito longe do outro. Plantaria flores, teria vasos na janela, muitos livros na cabeceira da cama e à noite, depois do trabalho - sim, porque se eu pudesse escolher trabalharia sempre, produziria sempre - eu me sentaria para contemplar o céu, as estrelas, a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher, sorriria sempre. Mas choraria também, às vezes, para não esquecer o que a lágrima significa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Viver só de sorrisos não é uma boa opção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher, faria uma declaração de amor todos os dias. Só para sentir aquele sabor de ridículo que nos enche alma e que é imprescindível à felicidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher, plantaria sementes e "perderia" horas vendo-as germinar e lamentaria por aquelas que não conseguissem se transformar em flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher, viveria a vida de uma forma mais leve, menos dolorosa, mais intensa, menos angustiante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Verdana; min-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Nem sempre temos como opções as escolhas que faríamos se pudéssemos escolher. Mas há escolhas que nos são oferecidas sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A de provocarmos sorrisos, de abraçarmos, de dizermos que amamos para quem amamos mesmo que eles não entendam o que é amor. A possibilidade de transformarmos dentro de nós o cenário e aprendermos que, como não temos muitas escolhas, precisamos viver quinze minutos de felicidade com tanta intensidade que eles possam ser transformados em horas, dias, meses, no tempo que escolhermos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Se pudéssemos escolher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114354947516364218?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114354947516364218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114354947516364218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114354947516364218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114354947516364218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/se-eu-pudesse-escolher.html' title='Se eu pudesse escolher'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114331116559358265</id><published>2006-03-25T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:28:26.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/ary5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/ary5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as vezes somos um só&lt;br /&gt;eu querendo brincar e ele querendo trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;somos crianças&lt;br /&gt;correndo&lt;br /&gt;brincando&lt;br /&gt;pulando&lt;br /&gt;chorando&lt;br /&gt;querendo colo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja fiz muitas coisas boas na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas esse foi com certeza meu melhor projeto&lt;br /&gt;amo este moleque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114331116559358265?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114331116559358265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114331116559358265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114331116559358265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114331116559358265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-vezes-somos-um-s-eu-querendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114299957682718846</id><published>2006-03-22T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:52:56.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>
</title><content type='html'>Você sabe porque o mar é tão grande, &lt;br /&gt;tão imenso e tão poderoso? &lt;br /&gt;É porque teve a humildade de colocar-se &lt;br /&gt;alguns centímetros abaixo de todos os rios... &lt;br /&gt;Sabendo receber, tornou-se grande !! &lt;br /&gt;Se quisesse ser o primeiro, &lt;br /&gt;ficando alguns centímetros acima de todos os rios, não seria mar, mas sim uma ilha... &lt;br /&gt;e estaria isolado! &lt;br /&gt;A perda faz parte! &lt;br /&gt;A queda faz parte! &lt;br /&gt;A morte faz parte! &lt;br /&gt;Precisamos aprender a perder, a cair, a errar e a morrer. &lt;br /&gt;É impossível ganhar sem saber perder! &lt;br /&gt;É impossível andar sem saber cair! &lt;br /&gt;É impossível acertar sem saber errar! &lt;br /&gt;É impossível viver sem saber morrer! &lt;br /&gt;Se aprenderes a perder, a cair, a errar, ninguém mais o controlará... &lt;br /&gt;Por que o máximo que poderá acontecer a você , é cair, errar e perder... &lt;br /&gt;e isto você já sabe! &lt;br /&gt;Bem aventurado aquele que já consegue receber com a mesma naturalidade o ganho e a perda... &lt;br /&gt;O acerto e o erro, o triunfo e a queda, &lt;br /&gt;a vida e a morte ! &lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que o sucesso é ser feliz... &lt;br /&gt;O resto é consequência!!&lt;br class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114299957682718846?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114299957682718846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114299957682718846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114299957682718846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114299957682718846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_22.html' title='&#xA;'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114291135167400944</id><published>2006-03-21T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:22:31.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU SOU COMO AGUA (VOCES VAO TER QUE ME ENGOLIR)</title><content type='html'>Sou como a água. Nenhuma barreira poderá represar-me e impedir que me torne um oceano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se barrarem minha passagem colocando grandes pedras no meu leito&lt;br /&gt;converter-me-ei em torrente, em cachoeira, e saltarei impetuoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me fecharem todas as saídas, eu me infiltrarei no subsolo. Permanecerei oculto por algum tempo mas não tardarei a reaparecer. Em breve estarei&lt;br /&gt;jorrando através de fontes cristalinas para saciar a sede dos transeuntes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me impedirem também de penetrar no subsolo, eu me transformarei em vapor,&lt;br /&gt;formarei nuvens e cobrirei o céu. E, chegando a hora, atrairei furacão,&lt;br /&gt;provocarei relâmpagos, desabarei torrencialmente, inundarei e romperei&lt;br /&gt;quaisquer diques e serei finalmente um grande oceano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114291135167400944?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114291135167400944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114291135167400944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114291135167400944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114291135167400944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu-sou-como-agua-voces-vao-ter-que-me.html' title='EU SOU COMO AGUA (VOCES VAO TER QUE ME ENGOLIR)'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114289155371385643</id><published>2006-03-20T18:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:52:33.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/1600/661473-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7523/551/320/661473-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa foi a ultima coisa que aprontei na Panamerica&lt;br /&gt;na entrega de portifólio na Groenlândia &lt;br /&gt;ninguém nunca aparece no dia pra receber a pasta de volta.&lt;br /&gt;e nós os professores somos obrigados a ficar lá durante o horário de aula&lt;br /&gt;ai achamos algo de interessante pra fazer.&lt;br /&gt;foi muito bom estar com vocês queridos professores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114289155371385643?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114289155371385643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114289155371385643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114289155371385643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114289155371385643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/essa-foi-ultima-coisa-que-aprontei-na_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114282555744877246</id><published>2006-03-20T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:32:37.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>
</title><content type='html'>As pessoas especiais são aquelas que têm a habilidade de dividir suas vidas com os outros... &lt;br /&gt;Elas são honestas na palavra e nas atitudes, são sinceras e compassivas, e&lt;br /&gt;sempre dão por certo que o amor é parte de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas especiais são aquelas que tem habilidades para doar aos outros, e de ajudá-los com as mudanças que surgem em seus caminhos. &lt;br /&gt;Elas não tem medo de ser vulneráveis, elas acreditam que são únicas e têm orgulho em ser quem são. &lt;br /&gt;As pessoas especiais são aquelas que se permitem os prazeres de estar próximo aos outros e importam com a felicidade deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas vieram para entender que o amor é o que faz a diferença na vida. &lt;br /&gt;As pessoas especiais são aquelas que&lt;br /&gt;realmente tornam a vida mais bela. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114282555744877246?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114282555744877246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114282555744877246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114282555744877246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114282555744877246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='&#xA;'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114277477601823374</id><published>2006-03-19T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:02:28.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Respeito</title><content type='html'>Respeito é valorizar não só nossa própria existência mas a dos outros também, como eles são. Respeito verdadeiro não está conectado com a posição social, o papel, nem simplesmente às capacidades e talentos das pessoas, mas está diretamente relacionado à singularidade com que elas contribuem para a vida. Respeitar as pessoas é dar espaço para elas serem e dar um espaço para elas dentro do meu coração, apreciando seus valores como atores humanos únicos neste palco do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114277477601823374?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114277477601823374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114277477601823374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114277477601823374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114277477601823374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/respeito.html' title='Respeito'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114260111937803001</id><published>2006-03-17T10:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:32:32.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem fui assinar minha recisão e fiquei pensando na grandesa do mar</title><content type='html'>Você sabe porque o mar é tão grande, &lt;br /&gt;tão imenso e tão poderoso? &lt;br /&gt;É porque teve a humildade de colocar-se &lt;br /&gt;alguns centímetros abaixo de todos os rios... &lt;br /&gt;Sabendo receber, tornou-se grande !! &lt;br /&gt;Se quisesse ser o primeiro, &lt;br /&gt;ficando alguns centímetros acima de todos os rios, não seria mar, mas sim uma ilha... &lt;br /&gt;e estaria isolado! &lt;br /&gt;A perda faz parte! &lt;br /&gt;A queda faz parte! &lt;br /&gt;A morte faz parte! &lt;br /&gt;Precisamos aprender a perder, a cair, a errar e a morrer. &lt;br /&gt;É impossível ganhar sem saber perder! &lt;br /&gt;É impossível andar sem saber cair! &lt;br /&gt;É impossível acertar sem saber errar! &lt;br /&gt;É impossível viver sem saber morrer! &lt;br /&gt;Se aprenderes a perder, a cair, a errar, ninguém mais o controlará... &lt;br /&gt;Por que o máximo que poderá acontecer a você , é cair, errar e perder... &lt;br /&gt;e isto você já sabe! &lt;br /&gt;Bem aventurado aquele que já consegue receber com a mesma naturalidade o ganho e a perda... &lt;br /&gt;O acerto e o erro, o triunfo e a queda, &lt;br /&gt;a vida e a morte ! &lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que o sucesso é ser feliz... &lt;br /&gt;O resto é consequência!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114260111937803001?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114260111937803001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114260111937803001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114260111937803001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114260111937803001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/ontem-fui-assinar-minha-reciso-e.html' title='Ontem fui assinar minha recisão e fiquei pensando na grandesa do mar'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114242814812210068</id><published>2006-03-15T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:09:08.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desapego</title><content type='html'>Imagine-se numa galeria de arte observando as pessoas olharem os quadros. Dificilmente você verá alguém com a face colada da tela. Desapego é simplesmente dar um passo para trás e observar. Mas como isso não é ensinado por nossos pais e professores, passamos por apertos quando ficamos muito perto da tela da vida. Mestres nunca se aproximam demais das situações, mas também nunca viram as costas para elas. Mestres nunca consomem as emoções e humores dos outros, mas nunca negam sua validade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114242814812210068?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114242814812210068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114242814812210068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114242814812210068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114242814812210068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/desapego.html' title='Desapego'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114228317057470464</id><published>2006-03-13T17:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:52:50.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ary Condota</title><content type='html'>fechado para balaço.&lt;br /&gt;alguem me tirou o chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114228317057470464?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114228317057470464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114228317057470464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114228317057470464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114228317057470464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/ary-condota_13.html' title='Ary Condota'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114204974606074853</id><published>2006-03-11T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T01:02:26.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ary Condota</title><content type='html'>vista a camisa da empresa  sim.&lt;br /&gt;mas deixe outra por baixo.&lt;br /&gt;a de cima pode ser tirada por um Diretor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114204974606074853?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114204974606074853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114204974606074853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114204974606074853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114204974606074853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/ary-condota.html' title='Ary Condota'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114174472175177283</id><published>2006-03-07T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:18:41.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Cartier-Bresson</title><content type='html'>Romeo Martínez é, na minha humilde opinião, o padre confessor de uma quantidade de fotógrafos que vêm lhe rogar a absorvição.&lt;br /&gt;Seu grande pecado é jamais ter pedido o que quer que fossse como dîzimo deste culto que ele presta à fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre cada um de nós, ele sabe mais que nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                1893&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114174472175177283?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114174472175177283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114174472175177283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114174472175177283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114174472175177283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/henri-cartier-bresson_07.html' title='Henri Cartier-Bresson'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114165695405628369</id><published>2006-03-06T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:55:54.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Cartier-Bresson</title><content type='html'>"O olhar do fotografo está constantemente avaliando. Um fotógrafo pode captar a coincidência de linhas simplismente ao mover a cabeça uma fração de milimetro. Pode modificar a perspectiva com um leve dobrar de  joelhos. Ao colocar a câmera próxima ou distante do objeto. O fotografo pode desenhar um detalhe - ao qual toda a imagem pode ficar subordinada, ou ainda que tiranize quem faz a foto. De qualquer modo, o fotógrafo compõe a foto praticamente na mesma duração de tempo que leva para aprertar o disparador. na velocidade de um ato reflexo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114165695405628369?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114165695405628369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114165695405628369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114165695405628369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114165695405628369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/henri-cartier-bresson_06.html' title='Henri Cartier-Bresson'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114157708605736913</id><published>2006-03-05T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:44:46.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Cartier-Bresson</title><content type='html'>O debate sobre o grau e o lugar que deveriam ser conferidos à fotorafia entre as artes plásticas jamais me preocupou, pois o problema da hierarquia sempre me pareceu de essência puramente acadêmica.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         27/11/85&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114157708605736913?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114157708605736913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114157708605736913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114157708605736913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114157708605736913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/henri-cartier-bresson.html' title='Henri Cartier-Bresson'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114140824642629035</id><published>2006-03-03T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:50:46.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Cartier-Bresson</title><content type='html'>"fotografar e desenhar" - fazendo um paralelo-&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é, para mim, a impulsão espontânea de uma atenção visual perpétua, que capta o instante e sua eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dedsenho elabora por sua grafologia o que a nossa conciéncia captou daque momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é uma ação imediata; o desenho uma meditação&lt;br /&gt;                                                         27/04/92&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114140824642629035?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114140824642629035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114140824642629035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114140824642629035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114140824642629035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/henricartier-bresson.html' title='Henri Cartier-Bresson'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114130627894131391</id><published>2006-03-02T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:33:27.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Dartier-Bresson</title><content type='html'>Minha paixão nunca foi pela fotografia "em si mesma", mas pela possibilidade, ao esquecer de si mesmo, de registrar nima fração de segundo a emoção proporcionada pelo tema e a beleza da forma, quer dizer, uma geometria despertada pelo que é oferecido.&lt;br /&gt;O disparo fotgráfico é um dos meus blocos de esboços.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   dia 08/02/94&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114130627894131391?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114130627894131391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114130627894131391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114130627894131391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114130627894131391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/henri-dartier-bresson.html' title='Henri Dartier-Bresson'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114119165043415487</id><published>2006-03-01T02:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:40:50.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Galileu Galilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" times="" new="" roman";="" line-height:="" 32px;=""&gt;" A dúvida é o começo da sabedoria. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114119165043415487?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114119165043415487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114119165043415487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114119165043415487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114119165043415487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/galileu-galilei.html' title='Galileu Galilei'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114119153965048919</id><published>2006-03-01T02:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:38:59.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Autor desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" times="" new="" roman";="" line-height:="" 32px;=""&gt;" Bom é saber calar até ser tempo de falar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114119153965048919?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114119153965048919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114119153965048919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114119153965048919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114119153965048919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/03/autor-desconhecido.html' title='Autor desconhecido'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114113450638950061</id><published>2006-02-28T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:48:26.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>"as palavras, escritas ou faladas, parecem ser dispensáveis em meu mecaninsmo de memória. As entidades fisicas que parecem servir aos elementos do pensamento são certos sinais e imagens, mais ou menos claros, que podem ser voluntariamente representados, ou combinados"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114113450638950061?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114113450638950061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114113450638950061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114113450638950061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114113450638950061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/02/albert-einstein_28.html' title='Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114110052939786817</id><published>2006-02-28T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:22:09.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>"Quem munca errou nunca tentou fazer algo novo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114110052939786817?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114110052939786817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114110052939786817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114110052939786817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114110052939786817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/02/albert-einstein.html' title='Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-114110000770192804</id><published>2006-02-28T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:13:27.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"fotografia não é &lt;br /&gt;uma arte aprendida,&lt;br /&gt;é um aprender-se&lt;br /&gt;dia-a-dia"&lt;br /&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-114110000770192804?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/114110000770192804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=114110000770192804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114110000770192804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/114110000770192804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2006/02/fotografia-no-uma-arte-aprendida-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110851905205276840</id><published>2005-02-15T23:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:15:03.283-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Epíteto</title><content type='html'>É impossível para um homem aprender aquilo que ele acha que já sabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110851905205276840?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110851905205276840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110851905205276840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110851905205276840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110851905205276840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/02/epteto.html' title='Epíteto'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110735333794084834</id><published>2005-02-02T13:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:08:57.940-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ary Condota
Ary Condota
</title><content type='html'>Fotografia publicitária:&lt;br /&gt;uma arte de massas em busca da perfeição.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110735333794084834?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110735333794084834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110735333794084834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110735333794084834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110735333794084834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/02/ary-condota-ary-condota.html' title='Ary Condota&#xD;&#xA;Ary Condota&#xD;&#xA;'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110731177671360980</id><published>2005-02-02T01:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T00:36:16.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110731177671360980?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/31007389@N00/' title='sonho'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110731177671360980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110731177671360980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110731177671360980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110731177671360980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/02/sonho.html' title='sonho'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110728997857604075</id><published>2005-02-01T18:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:33:21.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Otto Roman Croy</title><content type='html'>"Nao aproveitamos integralmente as possibilidades da técnica fotográfica enquanto não nos dedicarmos a ela, com empenho, no laboratório. Ali nossas fotografias adquirem vida."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110728997857604075?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110728997857604075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110728997857604075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110728997857604075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110728997857604075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/02/otto-roman-croy_01.html' title='Otto Roman Croy'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110719395312638718</id><published>2005-01-31T15:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:52:33.126-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansel Adams</title><content type='html'>"Se o conceito básico sobre o ponto de vista estiver errado, pouco valor terão todos os processos técnicos".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110719395312638718?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110719395312638718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110719395312638718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110719395312638718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110719395312638718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/ansel-adams_31.html' title='Ansel Adams'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110719370478479021</id><published>2005-01-31T15:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:43:21.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Ray</title><content type='html'>"Jamais deixará de existir quem leve apenas a técnica em consideração e pergunte 'como', enquanto outros, de temperamento mais inquisidor, desejarão saber 'por quê'. Eu, pessoalmente, sempre preferi a inspiração à informação."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110719370478479021?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110719370478479021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110719370478479021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110719370478479021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110719370478479021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/man-ray.html' title='Man Ray'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110710956659627819</id><published>2005-01-30T16:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:26:06.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Cartier-Bresson</title><content type='html'>"As coisas das quais nos ocupamos, na fotografia, estão em constante desaparecimento, e, uma vez desaparecidas, não dispomos de qualquer recurso capaz de fazê-la retornar. Não podemos revelar e copiar uma lembrança."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110710956659627819?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110710956659627819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110710956659627819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110710956659627819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110710956659627819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/henri-cartier-bresson.html' title='Henri Cartier-Bresson'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110710921739714365</id><published>2005-01-30T16:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:20:17.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Westom</title><content type='html'>"O preconceito de fotógrafos em relação à cor origina-se do fato de não pensarem nela como forma. Através da cor dizem-se coisas que não podem ser trasmitidas com os filmes branco e preto."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110710921739714365?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110710921739714365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110710921739714365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110710921739714365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110710921739714365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/edward-westom_30.html' title='Edward Westom'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110701318698269428</id><published>2005-01-29T13:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:39:46.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Steichen</title><content type='html'>"Não existe fotógrafo que se iguale a mais simples das câmeras fotograficas."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110701318698269428?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110701318698269428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110701318698269428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110701318698269428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110701318698269428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/edward-steichen_29.html' title='Edward Steichen'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110675902540809444</id><published>2005-01-26T15:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:03:45.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Westom</title><content type='html'>"Enquanto houver luz, o fotógrafo tem condições de trabalhar, pois seu ofício - sua aventura - é uma redescoberta do mundo em termos de luz"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110675902540809444?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110675902540809444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110675902540809444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110675902540809444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110675902540809444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/edward-westom.html' title='Edward Westom'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110675865352847002</id><published>2005-01-26T14:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:57:33.610-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Renato Hayashi quem mandou</title><content type='html'>"Mulher é como fotografia. Se revela no escuro".&lt;br /&gt;Vi num parachoque de caminhao na via Anhanguera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110675865352847002?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110675865352847002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110675865352847002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110675865352847002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110675865352847002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/renato-hayashi-quem-mandou.html' title='Renato Hayashi quem mandou'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110658112003042009</id><published>2005-01-24T13:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:42:03.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>A mente que se abre a uma nova idéia, jamais voltará ao seu tamanho original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110658112003042009?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110658112003042009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110658112003042009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110658112003042009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110658112003042009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/albert-einstein.html' title='Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110658085854399972</id><published>2005-01-24T13:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:53:03.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense nisso ...</title><content type='html'>Existe um tempo para melhorar, para se preprarar e planejar; igualmente existe um tempo para partir para ação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amyr Klink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110658085854399972?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110658085854399972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110658085854399972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110658085854399972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110658085854399972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/pense-nisso.html' title='Pense nisso ...'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110640237379169153</id><published>2005-01-22T11:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:59:33.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'>paul Strand</title><content type='html'>Para todos aqueles realmente capazes de ser, a fotografia tirada por você representa um testemunho de sua existência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110640237379169153?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110640237379169153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110640237379169153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110640237379169153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110640237379169153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/2005/01/paul-strand.html' title='paul Strand'/><author><name>Ary Condota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880863715131751191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.condota.com.br/fotoary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264337.post-110633580968910398</id><published>2005-01-21T17:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T17:30:09.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansel Adams</title><content type='html'>"Se o conceito básico sobre o ponto de vista estiver errado, pouco valor terão todos os processos técnicos."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110633580968910398?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110633580968910398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110633580968910398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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deve incluir, e do que deve descartar-se?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O limite dessa linha de decisão assinala as margens da fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o desenhista começa a trabalhar pelo centro da folha, o fotógrafo principia pela moldura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264337-110633556148861707?l=condota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://condota.blogspot.com/feeds/110633556148861707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264337&amp;postID=110633556148861707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264337/posts/default/110633556148861707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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