tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186917308255562302011-04-21T16:10:00.418-07:00f? ribeiro!noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-17841088676744189012009-05-18T23:04:00.000-07:002009-05-18T23:10:25.438-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Pois o que faz o tormento dos sonhos, seu poder de revelação e de encantamento, é que eles nos transportam em nós para fora de nós, lá onde o que nos é interior parece estender-se numa pura superfície, sob a luz falsa de um eterno fora."</span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">Maurice Blanchot - O Livro por Vir</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-1784108867674418901?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joana Ferraznoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-83492813519243616292009-04-23T11:35:00.000-07:002009-04-23T12:19:52.546-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">"Envolve a criança nas dobras do teu manto, sonho sublime."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">"Enrosquei os sonhos nos galhos da árvore. As crianças brincando de ciranda."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">"Os que estavam prontos a morrer jaziam no chão, apoiavam-se nos móveis, trincavam os dentes, tateavam a parede sem sair do lugar."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">"Chegaram sonhos, chegaram subindo o rio contra a corrente, por uma escada sobem o muro do cais. Você fica parado, conversa com eles, eles sabem muitas coisas, só não sabem de onde vêm. É muito amena esta tarde de outono. eles se viram para o rio e erguem os braços. Por que levantai os braços em vez de nos abraçar?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">"Insone, quase completamente; perseguido pelos sonhos como se os tivessem gravado dentro de mim com arranhões numa matéria dura."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;">""Não, me larga, me larga!", saí gritando pelas ruas e ela continuava grudada em mim tentando agarrar meu peito pelos lados e por cima dos ombros com suas garras de sereia."</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;">Sonhos, Franz Kafka</span> </em></div><em><div align="justify"><br /></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-8349281351924361629?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joana Ferraznoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-14035301822785705992009-04-17T15:09:00.000-07:002009-04-17T17:13:55.357-07:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3667505c917d3f77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3667505c917d3f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331439185%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16600F006E5C9B418A3B34C7306E3214928EF87E.857E3FFBD738CA27417700D907DD0EAE62BA69B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3667505c917d3f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPBND79SQRjZH2tjkGYnqQ8kwBak&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3667505c917d3f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331439185%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16600F006E5C9B418A3B34C7306E3214928EF87E.857E3FFBD738CA27417700D907DD0EAE62BA69B%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3667505c917d3f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPBND79SQRjZH2tjkGYnqQ8kwBak&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />Pessoas,<br />aí está o ensaio de hoje!<br />Experimento 1 - roupas, lençois e cadeiras<br />Filmado por mim e pela Flávia, no exercício de nossa "conversibilidade" midiática!<br /><br />bom filminho<br />Jô<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-1403530182278570599?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joana Ferraznoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-65769465842075605092009-04-14T06:42:00.000-07:002009-04-14T06:50:59.327-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwBvDDCxUog/SeSTB6wAgkI/AAAAAAAAABA/x11NRTLf5Gk/s1600-h/montagem+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542320618537538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwBvDDCxUog/SeSTB6wAgkI/AAAAAAAAABA/x11NRTLf5Gk/s400/montagem+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Coloquei lado a lado porque o interessante é perceber uma perto da outra.<br /><br />thekissklimt-l'abandoncamille-danaiderodin-artworkfrancesca-beinganangelseriefrancesca<br /><br />uma levando a outra, uma contendo a outra, até que surge a última foto que quando olhei me lembrou muito o ensaio de ontem...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-6576946584207560509?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joana Ferraznoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-3347727198289696022009-04-09T18:11:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:33:26.545-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6eDehJVRI/AAAAAAAAABI/affK8WaTBUY/s1600-h/por+que+fui+sens%C3%ADvel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6eDehJVRI/AAAAAAAAABI/affK8WaTBUY/s400/por+que+fui+sens%C3%ADvel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322865592167388434" /></a>por que fui sensível, Francisco Goya, 1799<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-334772719828969602?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>giselle conversívelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06336030105050322662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-55366159629608315842009-04-09T17:52:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:33:53.715-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6Zgvy5LuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/izjpSRN5rYI/s1600-h/noite+ruim.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6Zgvy5LuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/izjpSRN5rYI/s400/noite+ruim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322860597463297762" /></a>noite ruim, Francisco Goya, 1799<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-5536615962960831584?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>giselle conversívelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06336030105050322662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-3881477978248272202009-04-09T17:45:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:34:16.036-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6XBJDCLnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dfXxMfuU-s0/s1600-h/todos+cair%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6XBJDCLnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dfXxMfuU-s0/s400/todos+cair%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322857855462813298" /></a>todos cairão, Francisco Goya, 1799<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-388147797824827220?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>giselle conversívelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06336030105050322662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-56510799983903998212009-04-09T17:20:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:19:53.736-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6SNv_CTQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iLsMeCQ_Il8/s1600-h/o+sonho+as+paga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6SNv_CTQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iLsMeCQ_Il8/s400/o+sonho+as+paga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322852574515318018" /></a>o sonho as paga, Francisco Goya, 1799<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-5651079998390399821?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>giselle conversívelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06336030105050322662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-27684103805159063732009-04-09T17:15:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:19:24.262-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6P_q_xmjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wG9HtyeLDpI/s1600-h/que+a+levaram.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6P_q_xmjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wG9HtyeLDpI/s400/que+a+levaram.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322850133634816562" /></a>que a levaram, Francisco Goya, 1799<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-2768410380515906373?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>giselle conversívelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06336030105050322662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-41326086112094387842009-04-09T16:18:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:19:00.662-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6KGD5AQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRKmxMNIWqY/s1600-h/o+sonho+da+raz%C3%A3o+produz+monstros.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6UttIFDTT-g/Sd6KGD5AQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRKmxMNIWqY/s400/o+sonho+da+raz%C3%A3o+produz+monstros.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322843646326752114" /></a><br /><div>O sonho da razão produz monstros. Francisco Goya, 1799</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-4132608611209438784?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>giselle conversívelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06336030105050322662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418691730825556230.post-14813482067592225982009-04-06T09:44:00.001-07:002009-04-15T08:38:48.746-07:00<div align=center><img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dfzxfmzd_1fjhzh3hs_b" /><br> É com prazer que iniciamos este sítio de Giselle Conversível.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">"Ah, acordar do sonho! (...) Quero arrancar-me dessas águas. Mas elas se amontoam sobre mim; arrastam-me por entre seus ombros enormes; reviram-me; sacodem-me; fico estendida entre essas longas luzes, essas longas ondas, essas veredas intermináveis. .."</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418691730825556230-1481348206759222598?l=giselleconversivel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>f? ribeiro!noreply@blogger.com0