<?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-543115065357923650</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:44:55.154Z</updated><category term='árabes e amazigh'/><category term='El Raval'/><category term='Sudakas. Portenhos'/><category term='A geraçao mítica'/><category term='Ciganos'/><category term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><category term='Rumbeta'/><category term='Duetos'/><category term='Novidades'/><category term='De Cárpatos e Balcaes'/><category term='Hindus'/><category term='Duos'/><category term='Krákov'/><category term='mestiçagem'/><category term='Vemo-nos'/><category term='Fados'/><category term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><category term='Ciganos. Rumba'/><category term='Mulheres'/><category term='A Pedra filosofal'/><category term='Sudakas'/><category term='África'/><category term='Mago Manu'/><title type='text'>Histórias de Ravaleiros</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6030804344753256279</id><published>2008-07-07T10:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:38:36.593+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vemo-nos'/><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/2618046742_b9a2c99a83_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/2618046742_b9a2c99a83_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por me seguires a visitar, ainda que, desde o 3 de Maio, não voltei passar por este espaço tão querido e tão iludente para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há um tempo que não tenho azos para seguir a trabalhar no projecto de dar a conhecer músicas e realidades.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vêm eles a mim no meu espace do myspace.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dous abertos: Um em galego, e outro em espaçol. Os endereços ficam à mão esquerda, no apartado  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde paro&lt;/span&gt;, assim que, se queredes passar de visita, toparedes com muitos músicos dos que por aquí tem passado e também com outros.&lt;br /&gt;E...Quem sabe...Tal vez algum dia volva a colher o caminho de El Raval, de todos os Ravals do mundo, e volva com cousas novas por aquí.&lt;br /&gt;De momento, quero conhecer aos músicos, seguir o seu fazer cotiá e comentar e compartir com eles.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos por vires e até outra.&lt;br /&gt;A porta queda aberta e a roseira em flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rifenha/2341755720/" title="Animation15 por lolinha56, no Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2374/2341755720_b94fa21b23_o.gif" alt="Animation15" height="218" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6030804344753256279?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6030804344753256279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6030804344753256279&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6030804344753256279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6030804344753256279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2008/07/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5243951464061069308</id><published>2008-05-03T21:06:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:49.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>O meu pais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzVLoviw-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/lQXalPwma90/s1600-h/PICT1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; text-align: justify; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzVLoviw-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/lQXalPwma90/s320/PICT1360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196262465970815970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já choveu desde aquel dia. No salão de actos da Escola de Magistério da Corunha.&lt;br /&gt; Decorria o ano 1974 e eu começava a ter os primeiros contactos com o galego escrito; com as histórias de Pedrinho e Ranholas e  a poesia de Rosalia nas aulas de João Verdini. Aprendia a escrever, analfabeta da minha própria lingua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquel dia,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Miro Casabella&lt;/span&gt; cantou para mim, rapariga de vila pequena, criada em galego e em labrego até os dez anos que tive de ir embora para o inferno do internado para poder estudar.&lt;br /&gt;Cantou para mim, digo, porque eu ficava soa,no meio da gente que enchia o salão de actos, em tanto escuitava sua fermosa voz cantando umha canção adicada ao meu pais que, por primeira vez, não era aquela: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;España es un pais mediterraneo. Crecen la vid y el olivo. Tiene inviernos templados y veranos secos y calurosos&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que sempre lhe andava a dar ao caletre, pensava nas palàvras e não  me quadrava a definição.&lt;img style="" try="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzqnIvixHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/D5Umo0ft;%20margin:0%2010px%2010px%200;cursor:pointer;%20cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzqnIvixHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/D5Umo0Cu9B4/s400/2462312450_64bacbde2a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196286028161401970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que, um dia, o cura da parróquia organizou umha excursão e, ao chegar a Padrão e ver as vinhas emparradas e as casas recubertas de cuncha com flores na porta, compreendi que aquilo era Espanha e a Costa da Morte era um sitio assim, fóra de Espanha, suas videiras e seus invernos temperados. Em Vimianço, no inverno, as poças colhiam umha capa de geo e nós colhiamos os telhos de geo e chupábamos em eles de caminho à escola até que as mãos nos ficavam sem siras e não as sentíamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzsSIvixII/AAAAAAAAAi8/NxuCjI0Kpfk/s1600-h/2461479757_5c5818cca0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzsSIvixII/AAAAAAAAAi8/NxuCjI0Kpfk/s400/2461479757_5c5818cca0_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196287866407404674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzsSIvixII/AAAAAAAAAi8/NxuCjI0Kpfk/s1600-h/2461479757_5c5818cca0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzsSIvixII/AAAAAAAAAi8/NxuCjI0Kpfk/s1600-h/2461479757_5c5818cca0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entre a minha sainha rabela e os meus escarpins não havia nada e as pernas e os joenlhos cheios de carochas das feridas de cair nos seixos de ponta da estrada de Camarinhas, ainda sem asfaltar, quando jogava com as amigas a correr por ela. Só passavam os camiões do peixe para A Corunha e o carro que levava o correio para as vilas e aldeias entre Camarinhas e Vimianço.&lt;br /&gt;As pernas, digo, miudinhas, passavam mais frio do que se possa imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois digo que ficava soa, absorta em aquila cantiga tão fermosa que, esa sim. Essa falava do meu pais. Do meu pais da infáncia. Do pais que eu conhecia e amava desde que tive olhos para olhar e coração para sentir. Do pais nevoento, atlántico, húmido e inexistente tanto tempo. Do pais que parecia existir só no meu coração e no dos meus vizinhos do cabo do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim o deixo, com esta grafia espanhola, porque assim fui meu primeiro contacto com o galego. De Portugal e a lingua comum ainda não tinha apenas ideia. Umha intuição, nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu país&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;labrego e mariñeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;É un recuncho sin tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;que durme nugallán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Q quece na lareira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;alo na carballeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Bota a rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E unha folla no vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;alento e desalento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;tecendo a sua historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Muiñeira e corredoira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;agocha a sua verdá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;sauda ao mar aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Escoita o barlovento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;e ponse a camiñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Cara metas sin nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;van ringleiras de homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E sin fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Tristes eidos de algures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;vieiros para ningures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;nas noites de invernía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dibuxa a súa agonía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;nun vello en un rapaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;de lenda e maruxias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Agarda novos días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;marchando de vagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Polas corgas i herdanzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Nasce e morre unha espranza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;no porvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E unha folla no vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;alento e desalento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O meu país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erão tempos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voces Ceibes&lt;/span&gt;, concertos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raimon&lt;/span&gt;, De &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zéca Afonso&lt;/span&gt;, de "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abaixo a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dentadura "&lt;/span&gt; e demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzXNovixDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/PZGMCL7TYII/s1600-h/petouco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzXNovixDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/PZGMCL7TYII/s320/petouco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196264699353809970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, após mais de trinta anos, lembro a cantiga de Miro Casabella como um dos momentos mais emotivos e mais importantes da minha vida. Descubri que o meu pais, era um pais, com suas névoas, suas chuvias e suas ringleiras de homens cara a Suiça, Alemanha, França, Holanda ou Inglaterra na procura dum sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Tristemente, esse sonho, acabou em muitos casos, traduzido a cemento e materiais de construção empregados de jeito asobalhador, mas, esse é outro cantar.&lt;br /&gt;O caso é que, um dia, procurando a cantiga de Miro Casabella, descubri que não existem apenas cópias mas, hà um grupo galego, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Luar na Lubre&lt;/span&gt;, que recolheu o tema e faz umha versão diferente, mas muito bela. A voz de além Minho de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sara Louraço&lt;/span&gt;, até lhe imprime um aquel de fado, que a faz preciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Como queira que levo más dum ano sem sair da casa, o meu pais,agora, fica aquí, comigo, a travês do vidro da janela, embafado às veces de chuvia, ou de bafo polo frio de fóra.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, com as fotos que vou tirando e algumhas que tinha de algum passeio anterior, compus este video que espero que seja do vosso gosto.&lt;br /&gt;O meu pais. O cachinho do val de Vimianço que posso enxergar desde minha janela e a  música de Luar na Lubre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com carinho, para vós:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBz7GYvixKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dgyxCPJORRo/s1600-h/443079422"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBz7GYvixKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dgyxCPJORRo/s400/443079422" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196304157218358434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cg9UhuZPfSQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cg9UhuZPfSQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzV-4vixBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uk2j3zdy99M/s1600-h/2461479407_ebfe6044a9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzV-4vixBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uk2j3zdy99M/s320/2461479407_ebfe6044a9_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196263346439111698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5243951464061069308?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5243951464061069308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5243951464061069308&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5243951464061069308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5243951464061069308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-meu-pais.html' title='O meu pais'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBzVLoviw-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/lQXalPwma90/s72-c/PICT1360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8248009387136899467</id><published>2008-04-27T21:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:50.346Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mestiçagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres'/><title type='text'>Beleça nubia e música mestiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBTy54viwaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Dn-ApUbs6wA/s1600-h/soha4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBTy54viwaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Dn-ApUbs6wA/s320/soha4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194043346563285410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que vem hoje por aquí, é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Soha&lt;/span&gt;, umha artista de nacionalidade francesa- nada em Marseille- mas de ascendência Nubia, do sul de Algéria. Sua família pertence à tribo dos "Ouled Saltane": os filhos do sultão. Gente nómada e cum espírito libre e fogoso.&lt;br /&gt;De sua mãe, herdou seu gosto pola música. Seus sete irmãos-oito em total- também influiram no seu amor pola música. Cada um tinha umha música preferida diferente e ela é a mais pequena dos oito.&lt;br /&gt;Estivo influenciada polas grandes do jazz-Billie Hollyday, Sarah Vaughan , Ella Fiztgerald...&lt;br /&gt;Também polos grandes franceses: Jacques Brél, Charles Aznavour...&lt;br /&gt;Começa a subir aos cenários com música Reggae dub, quando esto era ainda um mundo de homens en exclusiva.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, a sua evolução completa-se quando topa a Celia Cruz e a música cubana que lhe trazem os ecos da música africana que ela reconhece.&lt;br /&gt;Sua música, tem influenças de jazz, música caboverdiana, Cuba...&lt;br /&gt;Mestura francês e espanhol, dozura e ritmos caribenhos, optimismo e melancolía, mas sempre dum jeito elegante e fermoso, como ela mesma. Umha das mulheres mais lindas que tenho visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBTym4viwZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6S92RHGMcIE/s1600-h/soha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBTym4viwZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6S92RHGMcIE/s320/soha3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194043020145770898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hà que diz que os faraões de Egipto erão de étnia Nubia.&lt;br /&gt;Soha pode competir com a beleça de Nefertiti mas, cheia de vida e música.&lt;br /&gt;Sua discografia abrangue dous trabalhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tourbillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;D'ici et d'Ailleurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNupjYeB8eg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNupjYeB8eg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um videoclip de presentação do seu trabalho D'ici et d'ailleurs em Cuba no verão   do 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pz13JgIo5G0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pz13JgIo5G0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo tema, visto dum jeito mais pessoal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p4rsjWV6xz8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p4rsjWV6xz8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPHPL2Wg5qg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPHPL2Wg5qg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfOJnygdFsc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfOJnygdFsc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SBTzC4viwbI/AAAAAAAAAb0/d8JAG09hPoM/s1600-h/multi_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R-uM9vEC6UI/AAAAAAAAAaI/He3LujHoQVw/s400/479255426_285f00923d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182390788453230914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Galiza, as noites de inverno, adoitam ser frias e muito longas. Para o levar melhor, a gente junta-se nas tabernas e fão festa. Começam na sexta feira, e duram também o sábado.&lt;br /&gt;O domingo há que descansar para volver trabalhar na segunda.&lt;br /&gt;Desde a taberna "O Petouco" de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vimianço&lt;/span&gt;-Vimianzo em galego espanholiçado- deixo-vos  umha festa de Rexoubeio para que vejades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hp2BtwEY6r0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hp2BtwEY6r0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jà vos porei mais videos de festas e tabernas em noites de invernia&lt;br /&gt;Aperta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banda de Poi&lt;/span&gt;,  mestura de galego-portugueses&lt;br /&gt;Se querés saber onde queda Vimianço neste antigo mapa, diria que entre Noia e Corme, mais ou menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1513209474803926557&amp;amp;site=widget-1d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=1513209474803926557&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p1/1513209474803926557/bb_t000_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=1513209474803926557&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p2/1513209474803926557/bb_t000_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-3982990648616128415?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3982990648616128415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=3982990648616128415&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3982990648616128415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3982990648616128415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2008/03/noites-de-invernia.html' title='Noites de invernia'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R-uM9vEC6UI/AAAAAAAAAaI/He3LujHoQVw/s72-c/479255426_285f00923d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2418407370102577048</id><published>2008-02-13T10:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:59:13.799Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árabes e amazigh'/><title type='text'>Música do Souk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/2239572427_35239f7a4f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/2239572427_35239f7a4f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música do souk rifenho.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada lugar ou vila do Rif, e de todo Marrocos, há um dia à semana de grande souk, onde se compra, se vende, se regateia, se passeia entre recendos de espêcies e ervas aromáticas e músicas dos vendedores de cassettes e cds pirateados.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero trazer essas músicas, autóctones do Rif. Músicas "modernas" cantadas ou dançadas por tod@rifenh@ que se précie.&lt;br /&gt;Hà duas cidades no Rif, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nador&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Al Hoceima&lt;/span&gt;, que são diferentes em caracter, personalidade e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nador&lt;/span&gt; é cidade fronteiriça, a doce quilómetros de Melilia, umha cidade que foi medrando sem moito jeito com a grande cantidade de gente de todo Marrocos que foi chegando ao reclamo da proximidade com Melilia e a saida ao mundo "europeio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Al Hoceima&lt;/span&gt; é umha cidade tranquila, cheia de praias fermosas, onde o ritmo da vida transcorre muito mais lento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2209/2239574639_ff6b608913_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 223px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2209/2239574639_ff6b608913_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim também as músicas são diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A música dos grupos de moços de Al Hoceima,&lt;/span&gt; é mais saudosa, fala do mar e das pateras, da família, dos pais, já velhos que justificam a aventura de se adentrar no mar com rumbo incerto. Mesmo falam com o mar, para que lhes seja propício e garimosso.&lt;br /&gt;Tambén da saudade de amor, por ficar tão lonje da casa, na terra prometida da emigração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;As canções nadorinas&lt;/span&gt;, são canções alegres, falam de amor, de mulheres e homens, de raparigas belas, de seducção...&lt;br /&gt;Como vedes, cada cidade, tem sua filosofia de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vos deixo as músicas, para que comprobedes.&lt;br /&gt;As letras são na lingua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tarifit&lt;/span&gt;, o bereber que se fala no Rif, ainda que, em cada cidade, com sotaque diferente. São criadas e interpretadas por grupos de moços da própria cidade, que as utilizam para expressar suas inquedanças e seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Imos là. Manhã de sol e souk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2011/2240359724_8e30f7df6e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 308px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2011/2240359724_8e30f7df6e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música de Alhoceima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/G9UgOQbN-r/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/G9UgOQbN-r/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=66ccff&amp;amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;amp;linkColor=336699" height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música de Nador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/MWJJb8uGs-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff3333&amp;amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;amp;linkColor=990000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/MWJJb8uGs-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=ff3333&amp;amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;amp;linkColor=990000" height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-2418407370102577048?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2418407370102577048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=2418407370102577048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2418407370102577048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2418407370102577048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2008/02/msica-do-souk.html' title='Música do Souk'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8303867235003511338</id><published>2008-01-19T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:51.732Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Pedra filosofal'/><title type='text'>Desde França, com amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R5HtDvUnbMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q1UiFizHx5M/s1600-h/4q5wutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R5HtDvUnbMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q1UiFizHx5M/s320/4q5wutu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157163696814255298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era umha estudante, em todas instituções  educativas, a lingua que se ensinava era o francês. Era umha lingua que adorava  e me acaia muito bem. Mais tarde, durante os seis anos da minha estadia em Marrocos,  aprendi a falar o meu francês de libro e escritos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, a lingua dominante em todos os eidos da informação, é a lingua imperial   dos anglo-sajões.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada na contra de nemhumha  lingua, mas sim do que representa e da monopoliçação  das nossas vidas emquanto utentes da rede informática, de aparelhos diversos ou de mercado musical. O certo é que fico contrária a todas as monopoliçações, por esso hoje vou-vos trazer umha música em francês. Umha música de agora, mas com lembranças de quando Paris era a "Cidade da luz" para todos aqueles que fugiam da escuridade dos seus proprios paises. Cidade libre e solidária que acolhia aos artistas e intelectuais perseguidos de todo o mundo. Ainda que, como tudo, também foi mudando.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R5HtzPUnbNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yS5Qbiv74C4/s1600-h/paris-torre-eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R5HtzPUnbNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yS5Qbiv74C4/s200/paris-torre-eiffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157164512858041554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que penso em París-cidade que só conheço polos romances de Georges Simenon e o Comisário Maigret, que lei tudos,- penso em muitas cousas que já pertencem a esse Paris particular, muito vivo dentro do meu imaginário persoal, mas como eiquí falamos de música, o certo é que Paris me lembra a música circense, de violinos, acordeões e demais.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que hoje, vou-vos apresentar um grupo de  nove  moços que fão umha música "parisina" e circense.Mesturam de tudo. São um chisco alquimistas.&lt;br /&gt;Chamam-se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Babylon Circus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e levam publicado cinco trabalhos desde 1997:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Umha maqueta no 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Musika  1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tout va bien 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Au marché des Illusions  2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dances of Resistence  2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ademais de múltiples colaborações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que vejam como soam, dixo eiquí umhas cançoes  e videos do grupo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGRDfEIUkbk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGRDfEIUkbk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eY3CY8CFxBg&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eY3CY8CFxBg&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Jbs1fYzHaa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Jbs1fYzHaa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/l0cmwnmzmM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/l0cmwnmzmM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_urJNOsrZo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_urJNOsrZo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pnV5ssropi/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pnV5ssropi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostases de Babylon Circus.&lt;br /&gt;Hã outros mundos fóra dos USA e a UK.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo muito perto de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Saudações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R5HuRvUnbOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SjQRkqT13-A/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R5HuRvUnbOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SjQRkqT13-A/s200/paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157165036844051682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8303867235003511338?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8303867235003511338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8303867235003511338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8303867235003511338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8303867235003511338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2008/01/desde-frana-com-amor.html' title='Desde França, com amor'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R5HtDvUnbMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q1UiFizHx5M/s72-c/4q5wutu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5279972530710937569</id><published>2008-01-05T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:51.940Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fados'/><title type='text'>Fados.O novo filme de Carlos Saura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R39s2fUnbLI/AAAAAAAAATo/jjFdmvvE4C4/s1600-h/Fados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R39s2fUnbLI/AAAAAAAAATo/jjFdmvvE4C4/s320/Fados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151956182111841458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Saura completou a sua trilogia com este novo filme. Após de Flamenco,-1995- Tango,-1998-   agora &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, remata de escrever o capítulo das  canções urbanas do século XX.&lt;br /&gt;Fui o produtor português Ivan Dias quem viajou a Madrid para tentar convencer a Saura de dirigir um filme sobre o fado. Após de aceitar encantado, vieram dous anos de investigação até concluir o filme, no que participam umha variedade de artistas portugueses ou que tem relação com Portugal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="datos"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Mariza"&gt;Mariza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Camane"&gt;Camané&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Carlos-do-Carmo"&gt;Carlos do Carmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Chico-Buarque"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Caetano-Veloso"&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Lila-Downs"&gt;Lila Downs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Toni-Garrido"&gt;Toni Garrido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Lura"&gt;Lura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Miguel-Poveda"&gt;Miguel Poveda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Catarina-Moura"&gt;Catarina Moura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Argentina-Santos"&gt;Argentina Santos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="enlacePelicula" href="http://www.cinecin.com/mostrar_actor.asp?id=Cuca-Roseta"&gt;Cuca Roseta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E colaborações de outros artistas: Brigada Victor Jara, entre outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em palàvras de Carlos Saura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"En esa búsqueda, acompañado de mi buen amigo Ivan Dias, gran conocedor de la materia, vamos a tratar de compaginar un tema que nos preocupaba: la relación del Fado con Brasil y con África --desde las “Modinhas”, hasta el llamado “Fado batido”-- en un intento de recuperar algunas de las canciones y de los ritmos que en ese ida y vuelta tanto ha enriquecido la música de nuestros países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Fados" será mi octavo musical y mi intención es llegar más allá de las experiencias anteriores, trabajando con los artistas de un país y de una ciudad, Lisboa, que quiero desde hace muchos años."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos os trailers do filme e umha escolma de canções.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdOE5ERp-s4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdOE5ERp-s4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfOYIDostFA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfOYIDostFA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CqmlY88YVHk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CqmlY88YVHk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d_jVyDbb8f/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d_jVyDbb8f/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/nFXmkmIFo2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/nFXmkmIFo2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/x8u7V2OMRW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/x8u7V2OMRW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/01vyi83QxT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/01vyi83QxT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fado. Música de amor e mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d14/kapixulo/carlossaura2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d14/kapixulo/carlossaura2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5279972530710937569?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5279972530710937569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5279972530710937569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5279972530710937569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5279972530710937569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2008/01/fadoso-novo-filme-de-carlos-saura.html' title='Fados.O novo filme de Carlos Saura'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R39s2fUnbLI/AAAAAAAAATo/jjFdmvvE4C4/s72-c/Fados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8207101434568899847</id><published>2007-12-18T07:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:23:59.673Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindus'/><title type='text'>A carreira musical mais longa. Sões de Sitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2200/2120387496_c220c85c19_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 310px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2200/2120387496_c220c85c19_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando era umha rapariga, as freiras de Rubine levarom-nos ao cine-fórum para ver um filme mágico, por onde eu via passar a todas aquelas pessoas que quería ser para ver o mundo, rodearme de liverdade e fugir das tebras do aburrimento gris, da mesma cor que a roupa uniformada que era o distintivo da Orde Terciária, onde fiquei confinada para poder estudar, por sete anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZNMaeRKBcp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZNMaeRKBcp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No filme, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Concierto para Bangla Desh&lt;/span&gt;, apareciam muitos músicos e cantores e, entre eles, um que ja é um homem idoso,-nasce no 1920- mas que ainda segue em activo.&lt;br /&gt;Para falar de ele, temos de falar primeiro do instrumento que tange.&lt;br /&gt;Instrumento de sões formosos e evocadores, como pingas de água  que saltam dum chafarîs.&lt;br /&gt;É un instrumento de cordas, como a harpa europeia, ou a kora africana. Tem em comum com esta, a grande cabaça que lhe faz de caixa de resoança, ainda que as diferências são notórias. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O sitar&lt;/span&gt;, tem umha segunda cabaça no alto do mastro, e  os trastes são cóncavos para acolher às cordas secundárias. A cuberta é de madeira dura.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2080/2120367668_f8396acc9a_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2080/2120367668_f8396acc9a_o.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O Sitar&lt;/span&gt;, é un instrumento de som delicado e brilhante, que é introduzido na India desde Persia, durante o Império Mogol.&lt;br /&gt;Tem um total de entre 18 e 26 cordas que se tangem cumha pua-mizrab- ou com o dedo meiminho.&lt;br /&gt;Da totalidade das cordas, quatro marcam a melodía, três levam o acompanhamento harmónico e rítmico e as outras, até um total de onze a dezanove, vibram por simpatía, a canda as cordas principais, e, com sua resoança, engadem corpo e textura ao som.&lt;br /&gt;Um instrumento precioso, cum som muito sigular e espiritual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0b5vQlGL7S/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0b5vQlGL7S/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ravi Shankar,&lt;/span&gt; o músico vivo com a carreira musical mais extensa no tempo. Nado em Varanasi no 1920, Pandit Ravi Shankar, é o músico mais conhecido fóra da India e o que mais influiu na música "ocidental". Presentou-se por primeira vez fóra da India, na União Soviética, no 1954. No 1956 chega à Europa pre-capitalista e, desde esa, fixo-se muito popular.&lt;br /&gt;Colabora com George Harrison, forma parte do elenco de músicos do filme "Monterrey Pop" que recolhe o festival de Monterrey, em plena era Hippie californiana-ese também o fum ver com as freiras, a outro cine-forum. Flipei com Jimi Hendrix, The Mamas &amp;amp;The Papas, Janis Joplin... Pobre meninha de Vimianço dos anos   setenta, fechada num internado de freiras...! Quantas voltas tinha que dar o mundo para chegar a sentir que não tinha enveja da liverdade para ser e fazer o que me pete...!-&lt;br /&gt;Como curiosidade, dizer que Ravi Sankar  é o pai da cantante Nora Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos uns videos, para que vejades tanger o sitar em vivo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, um Ravi Shankar novo, ensina a tanger o sitar a George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/erLZ-zW9Ti4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/erLZ-zW9Ti4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí tocando a serio. Os sões do sitar são preciosos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzN2gUGYUGc&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzN2gUGYUGc&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis o filme no que eu vi a Ravi Shankar por primeira vez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FC4WKFNgzec&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FC4WKFNgzec&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explica como soa a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tabla&lt;/span&gt;, instrumento de percusão próprio da música india que acompanha ao sitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Joyk_EMtzn0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Joyk_EMtzn0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostés desta mensagem, cheia de lembranças próprias e música de longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rifenha/2119614467/" title="petejimijanis-copy.jpg por lolinha56, no Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/2119614467_4612a90a46_o.jpg" alt="petejimijanis-copy.jpg" height="82" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rifenha/2119618017/" title="MontereyPop1.jpg por lolinha56, no Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2176/2119618017_197f6c6a15_o.jpg" width="124" height="82" alt="MontereyPop1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8207101434568899847?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8207101434568899847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8207101434568899847&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8207101434568899847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8207101434568899847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/12/carreira-musical-mais-longa-ses-de.html' title='A carreira musical mais longa. Sões de Sitar'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2200/2120387496_c220c85c19_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2679230701497181440</id><published>2007-12-02T19:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:52.403Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Dando a volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SA3EdoviwYI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tLaEVAPeccc/s1600-h/mozambique_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/SA3EdoviwYI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tLaEVAPeccc/s400/mozambique_map.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192021958860128642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dando a volta a África  polo Cabo da Boa Esperança, pola  rota dos antigos navegantes, chegamos a um pais diferente. . . Na Beira do Océano Índico, na África austral.&lt;br /&gt;Vizinho de Sudáfrica, Zâmbia, Malawi, Swazilândia, Zimbabwe, e atravesado polos rios Limpopo e Zambeze. Adentrando-se no mar, amais das suas proprias ilhas e ilhõs, que são numerosos, ficam Madagascar e Comores, e os territórios franceses de Mayotte e Reunião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moçambique&lt;/span&gt; se mesturam as formas culturais proprias, com as dos povos que por ali foram passando no decorrer do tempo: portugueses, hindus, árabes...&lt;br /&gt;No 1975 acadou a independência, depois de ter passado por umha época colonial e umha guerra que rematou com a revolução portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, umha guerra civil entre 1976 e 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A etnia mais antiga de Moçambique são os bosquimanos, e mais tarde, os bantus, dos quais, o império dos Mwenemutapas, foi um estado dentro do que hoje é Moçambique, desde o século X ao XIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R1XrBXEmMMI/AAAAAAAAATY/4WcCrSjlpXw/s1600-h/MOCAMBIQUE+-+tocador+de+talumbeta,+instrumento+musical+Makonde_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R1XrBXEmMMI/AAAAAAAAATY/4WcCrSjlpXw/s320/MOCAMBIQUE+-+tocador+de+talumbeta,+instrumento+musical+Makonde_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140272958318981314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São, no entanto, os povos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bantu&lt;/span&gt; que, não constituindo uma raça específica mas um conjunto de grupos com umha cultura comum e umha linguagem similar, estão na origem das etnias dominantes, os “Aianas”, os “Macuas”, os “Angones”, os “Nhanjas”, os “Tongas”, os “Bitongas” e os “Muchopes” que se distribuem por esta ordem de Norte para Sul do País. Estes grupos estão ainda divididos por sub-grupos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iict.pt/revista/imagens/Imgp/06051902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.iict.pt/revista/imagens/Imgp/06051902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além dos descendentes dos grupos Bantu, são de salientar as comunidades Swahilis instaladas em áreas costeiras e responsáveis pela introdução do Islamismo no País, os Indianos e Europeus dispersos por todo o País.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lingua oficial é o português, mas existem:  Xitsonga, ciyao,  xiChona, echuwabo, cinyanja, xironga, cinyungue, xiChope, bitonga, swahili, cicopi,  cinyungwe, cisenga, cishona,   ekoti, elomwe, gitonga, maconde (ou shimakonde), kimwani, macua (ou emakhuwa), memane, suaíli (ou kiswahili), suazi (ou swazi), xichanga, xironga, xitswa e zulu ainda que não tenham a oficialidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maputo é a capital política.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R1Xrj3EmMNI/AAAAAAAAATg/B6G0g1Jq4Zg/s1600-h/MAPUTO+-+vista+da+cidade+4354_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/R1Xrj3EmMNI/AAAAAAAAATg/B6G0g1Jq4Zg/s320/MAPUTO+-+vista+da+cidade+4354_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140273551024468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emquanto à música, vai desde os grupos tradicionais, como estes "marimbeiros"-marimba é o instrumento de láminas de madeira- que vedes aquí, tocando no parque matural de Gorongosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCvQ5IET4Ew&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCvQ5IET4Ew&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este video-clip com bastante ritmo e humor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqSCCwrl9D8&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqSCCwrl9D8&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música mais arabiçada de Wazimbo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xb2RLzlyBAA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xb2RLzlyBAA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kizomba angolana, também triunfa aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, sobre tudo, hà umha música que define ao Moçambique moderno.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu nos anos setenta para protestar do que não ia bem e dançar para alegrar a vida. A Marrabenta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjGHOU-k4jY&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjGHOU-k4jY&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marrabenta de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PL3dqcORhi4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PL3dqcORhi4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umhas Marrabentas para dançar. Os povos que dançam, tem vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OhtHSh-CQt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OhtHSh-CQt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vxeEmj7TFt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vxeEmj7TFt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK9360_por-do-sol-mocambique-por-eliomar-ribeiro800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/especial/images/1819_religioes/1161414_candomble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O berce do candomblé, da samba, de manifestações culturais que logo se apousentaram no centro-norte do Brasil, na comunidade de escravos pretos, para se espalhar, desde alí, a toda América do Sul e Central.&lt;br /&gt;A identidade cultural que formavam Angola-Congo  ficou dividida pola coloniçação europeia.&lt;br /&gt;Angola, umha antiga colónia portuguesa, centro do tráfego de escravos nas terras do Rio Congo.&lt;br /&gt;Terra de diamantes, petróleo, campos de minas, mas também de culturas, linguas, tradições e músicas.&lt;br /&gt;As linguas angolanas, &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kikongo, Chokwe, Quimbundo , Umbundu, ademais do português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Grupos étnicos de Angola&lt;b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ccff99" border="1" bordercolor="#804040" cellspacing="1" width="70%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" width="10%"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EUROPEOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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    &lt;td width="10%"&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikuska.com/Africa/Etnologia/Pueblos/Kavango/index.htm"&gt;KAVANGO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="10%"&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikuska.com/Africa/Etnologia/Pueblos/Luchazi/index.htm"&gt;LUCHAZI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="10%"&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikuska.com/Africa/Etnologia/Pueblos/ovimbundu.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OVIMBUNDU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="10%"&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 5px;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na música angolana, há ritmos próprios :A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;semba,&lt;/span&gt; origem da samba do Brasil, a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; kizomba&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;kuduro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ademais, ritmos caribenhos que vem de volta dende as Américas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos primeiros anos, a música era reivindicativa, fronte à coloniçação primeiro e a guerra civil, mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Um cantante destes tempos, é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Bonga&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.piranha.de/_downloads/11.6._Bonga_nocredits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.piranha.de/_downloads/11.6._Bonga_nocredits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sua música soa assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MQ1I1Ioc3T/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MQ1I1Ioc3T/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BgtsbKgZgI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BgtsbKgZgI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gZC8vm_YDd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gZC8vm_YDd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FjLAV_fNRB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FjLAV_fNRB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Sodade &lt;/span&gt;que ele cantou antes do que Cesaria Èvora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/C76UyW3eOb/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/C76UyW3eOb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angola, é  também o berce da&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  Capoeira&lt;/span&gt;, dança-luta que também passou ao Brasil e que sempre tive problemas com o poder colonial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qhAqeJfbc3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qhAqeJfbc3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angola, e sua capital, Luanda,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angola.org.uk/images/cities/luanda10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.angola.org.uk/images/cities/luanda10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é umha princesa negra, da que procedem músicas, crenzas que mais tarde se mesturariam com outras de outra procedência e acabariam sendo a religião de boa parte dos habitantes das Américas do Sul e Central. Religiões animistas mesturadas com o catolicismo onde se segue a pregar em kikongo ou kimbundo, ou numha mestura das linguas mães dos afro-americanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Iss_QFbOLx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Iss_QFbOLx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas cousas mais poderia contar sobre Angola, mas  só quero abrir um caminho para que , quem queira, se achegue pola sua conta.&lt;br /&gt;Despedirme, com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kussundulola,&lt;/span&gt; um grupo de gente nova muito alegres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Frx_GDzAzQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Frx_GDzAzQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-4842381713599035579?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4842381713599035579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=4842381713599035579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4842381713599035579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4842381713599035579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-berce-do-candombl.html' title='O berce do Candomblé'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-4381191542324038894</id><published>2007-11-16T09:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:49:29.586Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Mais música atlántica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sf.terra.es/CanalViajes/repositorio/img/2715detalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://sf.terra.es/CanalViajes/repositorio/img/2715detalle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo a rota de África Ocidental, à beira do Atlántico, océano de múltiples culturas, chegamos ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Senegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senegal é um estado que tem outro no seu interior, no val do río Gambia. A República de Gambia.&lt;br /&gt;Nas divisões que os europeus fazem na coloniçação, Senegal fica no meio de Mauritánia, Guiné Bissau, Guiné Conakry, Mali, e tem a Gámbia em su interior.&lt;br /&gt;Neste quebra-cabeças de estados, convivem muitas étnias e culturas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Linguas que convivem no Senegal; compartidas com outros estados da zona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Badyara, Bainouk-Gunyaamolo, Bainouk-Samik, Balanta-Ganja, Bamana, Bandial, Bassari, Bayot, Budik, Crioulo, Diola, Ejamat, Francês, Fulani, Gola, Gusilay, Jalunga, Jola-Funyi, Jola-Kasa,  Karon, Kerak, Kobiana, Kuwaataay, Lear, Malinke, Mandingo, Manjak,Mankanya,Moros, Ndut, Noon,Palor, Serer-Saafi, Serer-Sine, Soninke, Susu, Tuareg, Tukulor,  Wamey, Wolo , Xasonga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada étnia tem sua lingua própria compartida com irmãos que vivem em outros estados artificiais, feitos após a descoloniçação, seguindo critérios europeus etno-centristas e colonialistas.&lt;br /&gt;De Senegal, ainda que nascido no Niger,xurdiu umha voz e umha música fermosas, que se fazem muito conhecidas polo filme de Almodóvar, "Todo sobre mi Madre".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.manuelgago.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/ismael_lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.manuelgago.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/ismael_lo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela sequência tão formosa, onde a cámara se vai achegando à cidade de Barcelona, iluminada polas luzes nocturnas, mentras soa esta música incrível:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_tiny_black.swf" quality="high" name="audio_player_tiny_black" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audio_id=9986733&amp;amp;audio_duration=243.043&amp;amp;valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://media.odeo.com/4/4/2/Ismael_Lo_-_Tajabone.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="25" width="145"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; padding-left: 35px; color: rgb(255, 51, 153); letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://odeo.com/audio/9986733/view"&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o momento mais conseguido, ao meu ver, de todo o filme, a um nível estético.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ismael Lo&lt;/span&gt; era de família humilde e, antes de ser considerado um dos melhores músicos africanos de hoje, ganhava o pão no clube "Coco Loco" da Playa del Inglés, nas Ilhas Canárias, onde também pendurava suas pinturas.&lt;br /&gt;A discografia de Imael Lo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dabah 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dlawar 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ismael Lo 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Iso 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jammu Africa 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Natt 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sénégal 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tadleu Bone 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amais de recopilações e colaborações em trabalhos de outros artistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wC-MELmHeA/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wC-MELmHeA/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hreuUkt7Xe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hreuUkt7Xe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0P97q7ofrS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0P97q7ofrS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2BrXvVTdPz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2BrXvVTdPz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SAWiSPkZaM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SAWiSPkZaM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amais de Ismael Lô, o pai da música do senegal de hoje, passa por ser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Youssou N'Dour&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://worldmusic.nationalgeographic.com/worldmusic/image/assets/images/artists/youssou_ndour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://worldmusic.nationalgeographic.com/worldmusic/image/assets/images/artists/youssou_ndour2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nado no 1959, numha Dakar cosmopolita e cheia de sões de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mbalax&lt;/span&gt;, umha palàvra na lingua wolof que nomea umha música mestura dos velhos griots e ritmos afro-cubanos que trazem de volta os retornados caribenhos nos anos 40,50,e 60.&lt;br /&gt;Nos 70, chegam os ritmos do jazz, o rock, os cantos dos sufis muçulmanos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7IDb7cle7t/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7IDb7cle7t/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6AQqiA9biU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6AQqiA9biU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ziwwdPWWI9w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ziwwdPWWI9w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youssou recolhe também os relatos e cantos tradizionais e assim vai elaborando nseus trabalhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bitim Rew&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984" title="1984"&gt;1984&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1986" title="1986"&gt;1986&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Immigrés&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988" title="1988"&gt;1988&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lion&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1989" title="1989"&gt;1989&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Set&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990" title="1990"&gt;1990&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eyes Open&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992" title="1992"&gt;1992&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guide (Wommat)&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994" title="1994"&gt;1994&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Djamil&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1996" title="1996"&gt;1996&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inedits 84-85&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997" title="1997"&gt;1997&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Special Fin D'annee Plus&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1999" title="1999"&gt;1999&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lii&lt;/i&gt; (2000)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joko: The Link&lt;/i&gt; (2000)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rewmi&lt;/i&gt; (2000)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le Grand Bal&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000" title="2000"&gt;2000&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;St. Louis&lt;/i&gt; (2000)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le Grand Bal a Bercy&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001" title="2001"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ba Tay&lt;/i&gt; (2002)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing's In Vain&lt;/i&gt; (2002)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Youssou N'Dour and His Friends&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002" title="2002"&gt;2002&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kirikou&lt;/i&gt; (2004)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Egypt&lt;/i&gt; (2004)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recopilações:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Best of Youssou N'Dour&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1995" title="1995"&gt;1995&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Immigrés/Bitim Rew&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997" title="1997"&gt;1997&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Best of the 80's&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1998" title="1998"&gt;1998&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey You: The Essential Collection 1988–1990&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1998" title="1998"&gt;1998&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Birth of a Star&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001" title="2001"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rough Guide to Youssou N'Dour &amp;amp; Etoile de Dakar&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002" title="2002"&gt;2002&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;7 Seconds: The Best of Youssou N'Dour&lt;/i&gt; (Remasterizado) (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004" title="2004"&gt;2004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://personal.telefonica.terra.es/web/galeriasb/africa/senegal/bassari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 250px;" src="http://personal.telefonica.terra.es/web/galeriasb/africa/senegal/bassari.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-4381191542324038894?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4381191542324038894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=4381191542324038894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4381191542324038894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4381191542324038894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/11/mais-msica-atlntica.html' title='Mais música atlántica'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5144294954410114355</id><published>2007-11-10T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:43:51.565Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duos'/><title type='text'>Mais duos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://80.34.38.142:8080/cronicadecantabria/galeria/fotos/Cigala-Valdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://80.34.38.142:8080/cronicadecantabria/galeria/fotos/Cigala-Valdes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pois seguimos com duos.  Pares que se formam num momento para cantar e que unem sua  capacidade para transmitir com dupla força o sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro destes duos, conta com dous verdadeiros génios da música. Un cigano e outro caribenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Diego Ramón Jiménez Salazar -El Cigala- e Bebo Valdés&lt;/span&gt;. Sin palabras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6kFjgmXUPg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6kFjgmXUPg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;El Cigala&lt;/span&gt; num duo cum Mexicano, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Alejandro Fernández&lt;/span&gt;  e mariachi + flamenco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOS-_N2rZnA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOS-_N2rZnA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Mina&lt;/span&gt;. O físico del Cigala, nos primeiros planos, é tão impresionante como a súa voz.&lt;br /&gt;Semelha um brahmam :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpozSiUZ3AA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpozSiUZ3AA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rifenha/1953751466/" title="Compartilhamento de fotos"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 132px; height: 89px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/1953751466_ab21d7b872_o.gif" alt="borbo118dk5.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rifenha/1952921239/" title="Compartilhamento de fotos"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 115px; height: 90px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/1952921239_e42bfb090f_o.gif" alt="borbo116kv9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rifenha/1952921239/" title="Compartilhamento de fotos"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5144294954410114355?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5144294954410114355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5144294954410114355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5144294954410114355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5144294954410114355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/11/mais-duos.html' title='Mais duos'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6203827408031141483</id><published>2007-11-07T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:44:57.823Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duetos'/><title type='text'>Pares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/tugues/pic/00086p3q"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 603px;" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/tugues/pic/00086p3q" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje presta-me fazer umha paradinha na rota africana e trazer músicas de diferentes paises, linguas, estilos, mas cum denominador comum:&lt;br /&gt;São duos, onde o mais inesperado pode passar.&lt;br /&gt;Imos là.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira canção, é umha morna da nossa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cesária Évora &lt;/span&gt;de Cabo Verde, e canta ela com a preciosa voz grega de &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleftheria Arvanitaki&lt;/span&gt;. Umha fermosura. Curioso escuitar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sodade&lt;/span&gt; em grego:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=42f0715"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=42f0715" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em espanhol, há um tango argentino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Confesión"&lt;/span&gt; cantado  por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Andrés Calamaro e Enrique Bunbury,&lt;/span&gt; muito teatral, triste e dramático:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=7a75f74"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=7a75f74" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joan Manuel Serrat&lt;/span&gt; tem um trabalho  no que colaboram artistas brasileiros.  Esta é umha das canções.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;   Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt; é seu companheiro .Em espanhol era: Cada loco con su tema. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cada qual com sua mania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=8558f35"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=8558f35" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas damas brasileiras &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Marisa Monte e Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Tema de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=89550fd"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=89550fd" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas damas portuguesas: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dulce Pontes  e Amália   Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Canção do mar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=6223373"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=6223373" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dulce Pontes e Carlos Nuñez&lt;/span&gt;. Umha canção galega  composta para a obra de teatro de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Castelao&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Os velhos não debem de namorar-se&lt;/span&gt;"  O norte e o sul do pai Minho unidos numha canção    das mais fermosas:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=8595731"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=8595731" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umha canção muito especial cantada por duas pessoas que já não ficam cá, nesta beira, mas que  me fazem  estremecer. Pura esência do Portugal  mais fermoso, primaveral e revolucionário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=41a6dc4"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=41a6dc4" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Zeca Afonso&lt;/span&gt;  e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Amália Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;, escuitando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grândola&lt;/span&gt;, deixo esta casa até  a próxima  história.&lt;br /&gt;Abraço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6203827408031141483?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6203827408031141483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6203827408031141483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6203827408031141483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6203827408031141483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/11/pares.html' title='Pares'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5180706088286244214</id><published>2007-11-03T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:52.612Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>As dez ilhas mestiças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.afrol.com/images/release_photos/Capeverde_market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.afrol.com/images/release_photos/Capeverde_market.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje vou falar um bocadinho dum pequeno pais com o que compartimos lingua e océano e que fica estendido no Atlántico coma um rosário de doas de diferentes colores musicais.&lt;br /&gt;O arquipélago de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; Cabo Verde&lt;/span&gt;, fica fronte às costas do Senegal e são dez ilhas e algumhas ilhotas mais pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;Dez são as ilhas que compõem a entidade Cabo-Verdiana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Santo Antão, São Vicente, Santa Luzia, São Nicolau, Sal, Boa Vista, Maio, Santiago, Fogo e Brava, e outros ilhéus e ilhotas mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://go.hrw.com/atlas/span_map/capeverd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://go.hrw.com/atlas/span_map/capeverd.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada umha delas, tem ritmos diferentes, músicas nascidas da mestura entre as músicas levadas polos europeus, maiormente portugueses, e as músicas africanas.&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Verde fui descoberto em 1460 e, até 1462, não tivo asentamentos de povoação, em Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;Dado a sua posição estratégica na rota que une Europa, África e o Brasil, as ilhas foram o centro do tráfego de mercadorias e, sobre tudo, de escravos, até a abolição da escravitude . Após esse momento, as ilhas entram em decadência, agravada pola degradação ambiental e climática fruto da tala dos bosques tropicais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rinconesdelatlantico.com/num2/18/cabo_verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rinconesdelatlantico.com/num2/18/cabo_verde.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A seca tornou insuportável e com a libertação dos escravos, Cabo Verde seguiu a ser umha colónia portuguesa mestura de europeus libres e escravos africanos e economía pobre, de subsistência.&lt;br /&gt;A mestiçagem entre portugeses e africanos, passou por seus momentos: Tempo houve em que o governo colonial proibia a música "africana", e muitos ritmos estiveram perto da desaparição.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, seguem vivos em Cabo Verde,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a morna, a coladera, a tabanca, o funaná, o colá e o batuque&lt;/span&gt;. Ritmos diferentes de ilhas diferentes. Uns, con mais influenças europeias, outros mais genuinamente africanos, outros com aires do Caribe, outros, pura sensualidade...&lt;br /&gt;Imos passar por cada um, para melhor conhescer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A Morna&lt;/span&gt;, é um canto comúm a todo Cabo Verde. Triste e nostálgica, fala da terra, da "sodade" da morabeça cabo-verdiana, essa hospitalidade agarimosa dos insulanos.&lt;br /&gt;Esta canção de Cesária Èvora, a grande dama dos peinhos nús, fala de todo esso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kSvZJx7v7Q&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kSvZJx7v7Q&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra dança caboverdiana, é a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Coladera&lt;/span&gt;,que nasceu da aceleração do andamento da morna, e de influenças estrangeiras, aló polos anos cinquenta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndXSqMaLkU0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndXSqMaLkU0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Funaná&lt;/span&gt;, da Ilha de Santiago, é umha música própria da dança. Umha dança muito sensual e viva  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0vJAuYxZVA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0vJAuYxZVA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; Colá&lt;/span&gt;, é umha dança muito sensual "dançada aos grupos de dois pares soltos, por vezes de mãosdadas formando um círculo, os quais alternadamente se aproximam do centro fingindo querer unir-se em umbigadas, para depois se afastarem, ao mesmo tempo que o outro para avançarem para o centro."&lt;br /&gt;É dança de Boa Vista e São Vicente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Batuque&lt;/span&gt;,trazido polos escravos à ilha de Santiago, e mais tarde levado ao Brasil e aos Açores -ilha de São Miguel-&lt;br /&gt;É cantado e tocado por mulheres -as batucadeiras- que batem num emburulho de roupa que tem pousado entre as pernas. Aseguro-vos que me lembra aos ritmos das pandereiteiras galegas. O mundo da música tem surpresas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlxP-5pO6tY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlxP-5pO6tY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aparte destes ritmos, hà outros,importados de Europa, como a valsa, a mazurca, e outros modernos, de discotecas, influidos polo zouk e outros ritmos africanos. Mas não quero vos cansar, assim que hoje deixamos Cabo Verde e sua morabeça para seguir a viajar pola terra mãe de toda a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Saude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RyxZLcpoVEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4CKgH4S2WK8/s1600-h/Cabo+Verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 69px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RyxZLcpoVEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4CKgH4S2WK8/s200/Cabo+Verde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128572128872387650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5180706088286244214?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5180706088286244214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5180706088286244214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5180706088286244214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5180706088286244214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-dez-ilhas-mestias.html' title='As dez ilhas mestiças'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RyxZLcpoVEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4CKgH4S2WK8/s72-c/Cabo+Verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8278990029846206200</id><published>2007-10-30T08:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:17:26.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>De Mali ao Mississipi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music/amadousummerstage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music/amadousummerstage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese era o título do capítulo da história do blues firmado por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Martin Scorsese&lt;/span&gt; no 2003, para celebrar o ano do Blues.&lt;br /&gt;A série fui ideia do próprio Scorsese e constaba de sete capítulos. No capítulo que da título ao fio de hoje, participam varios músicos das nossas histórias: Alí Farka, Salif Keita, entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;Desde o rio Niger até o Mississipi, a música viajou levando os sões das cordas  e das voces à outra beira do Atlántico, transportadas nos corações doridos dos escravos desterrados.&lt;br /&gt;Desde Mali, neste caso a París, viaja a música dumha parelha que se conhesce no colégio de joves invidentes de Bamako e une as suas vidas para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Ele, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Amadou&lt;/span&gt;, canta e toca a guitarra no grupo "Os embaixadores". Ela, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mariam&lt;/span&gt;, canta desde meninha nas celebrações da sua aldeia.&lt;br /&gt;Eles gostam de partir dos ritmos mandingues, para abrir gamas de sões que mestiçam com influéncias que vão conescendo no caminho: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sargento García, -M-, Tom Darnal, Hamid El Kasri, Jean-Philippe Rikiel, Moriba Koité&lt;/span&gt;... amais do pop inglês, e a música francesa.&lt;br /&gt;No 2004,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Manu Chao&lt;/span&gt; descobre sua música e fica encantado. Grava com eles e produz seu último trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;A discografia de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; Amadou&amp;amp; Marian&lt;/span&gt;, vai desde Sou ni Tilé até Dimanche a Bamako:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.radiochango.com/images/flecha_roja.gif" height="8" width="4" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.radiochango.com/castellano/discos/disco.php?ID=186"&gt;Sou ni tilé (1998 Universal - &lt;i&gt;Álbum&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.radiochango.com/images/flecha_roja.gif" height="8" width="4" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.radiochango.com/castellano/discos/disco.php?ID=187"&gt;Tje Ni Mousso (1999 Universal - &lt;i&gt;Álbum&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.radiochango.com/images/flecha_roja.gif" height="8" width="4" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.radiochango.com/castellano/discos/disco.php?ID=188"&gt;Wati (2002 Universal - &lt;i&gt;Álbum&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.radiochango.com/images/flecha_roja.gif" height="8" width="4" /&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lefilmfrancais.com/fiches_films/fiches/mars2004/images/09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://evvivaniente.altervista.org/_altervista_ht/00000_madeinfoodstock/F396_dal_Mali_al_Mississipi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://evvivaniente.altervista.org/_altervista_ht/00000_madeinfoodstock/F396_dal_Mali_al_Mississipi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8278990029846206200?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8278990029846206200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8278990029846206200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8278990029846206200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8278990029846206200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/10/de-mali-ao-mississipi.html' title='De Mali ao Mississipi'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-9171075636440865832</id><published>2007-10-23T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:48:09.380+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>O berce do Voudou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.musica90.net/manifestazioni/m90/m90XIIIa_img/kidjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.musica90.net/manifestazioni/m90/m90XIIIa_img/kidjo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Benin&lt;/span&gt;, é um pequeno pais da África Ocidental. Em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ouidah&lt;/span&gt;, segunda cidade de Benin, centro mundial do voudou e do tráfego de escravos , nasce, em 1960, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Angélique Kidjo&lt;/span&gt;, filha dumha mulher que levava um grupo de teatro, com o que viajavam polo seu pais.&lt;br /&gt;Os seus primeiros anos, encheram-se com a música de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jimi Hendrix, Santana, Miriam Makeba (umha das suas principais referências), Aretha Franklin, James Brown, artistas tradicionais africanos, e mesmo música árabe e da India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, sendo ainda umha adolescente, vai embora, a París, na procura da liverdade para cantar que em seu pais não tinha.&lt;br /&gt;Em París inscrebe-se numha escola de jazz e segue com sua carreira musical que, a dia de hoje, vai polos onze trabalhos, a mais dos que gravou em colaboração com outros artistas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty (só distribuido em África)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parakou (1990)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Logozo (1991)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayé (1994)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wombo Lombo (1996)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fifa (1996)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oremi (1998)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep On Moving: The Best Of Angelique Kidjo (2001)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Ivory Soul (2002)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oyaya! (2004)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Djin Djin (2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Canta em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fon, francês, yoruba, inglês, swahili e Zilin&lt;/span&gt;, o idioma tradicional de Benin.&lt;br /&gt;Seu estilo mestura afropop, caribbean zouk, rumba, jazz, gospel assim como influências de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Jimi Hendrix, Miriam Makeba, Carlos Santana.&lt;/span&gt;..Mesmo faz versões de algúns dos seus temas, como Voodoo Child, de Jimi Hendrix, Summertime, de George Gershwin.&lt;br /&gt;Seu último trabalho, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Djin Djin&lt;/span&gt;, -Os sinos que marcam o começo do dia- inclúe colaborações de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Carlos Santana, Alicia Keys, Amadou e Mariam, Ziggy Marley,Peter Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;, entre outros...&lt;br 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Voudou'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-1665248532257118098</id><published>2007-10-15T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:52.645Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas'/><title type='text'>Barcelona de novo . A Besta Planetária</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RxNDO3-uu2I/AAAAAAAAASY/U6OuFUXiLXY/s1600-h/CH11%7EGatos-Yin-Chi-Yang-Posteres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RxNDO3-uu2I/AAAAAAAAASY/U6OuFUXiLXY/s320/CH11%7EGatos-Yin-Chi-Yang-Posteres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121511124074675042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cousas sempre se movem na cidade dos movementos. Aparecem músicas novas, grupos, estilos...&lt;br /&gt;Umha destas novas artelha-se arredor de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aleko&lt;/span&gt;, o cantante portenho de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Golem System&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar Golem, aparece agora cum trabalho em solitário fruto de anos de gestação.&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho vira arredor da denominação &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;BestiaPlaneta&lt;/span&gt; e, ao meu parecer, retoma as raices do seu trabalho &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Infierno&lt;/span&gt;, feito na Argentina antes da emigração.&lt;br /&gt;Mais simple, sem trompeta nem saxo, a voz e a palàvra tomam mais protagonismo.&lt;br /&gt;E cum aquele de modernidade minimalista, porém auténtica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar-vos aquí a ligação e algúns temas, a ver que vos parecem.Pessoalmente, gosto muito da autenticidade e da sua feitura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestiaplaneta"&gt;  http://www.myspace.com/bestiaplaneta &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestiaplanetapop"&gt; http://www.myspace.com/bestiaplanetapop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dúas versões do mesmo trabalho. 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A Besta Planetária'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RxNDO3-uu2I/AAAAAAAAASY/U6OuFUXiLXY/s72-c/CH11%7EGatos-Yin-Chi-Yang-Posteres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2544094061894703059</id><published>2007-10-08T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:52.781Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Mais ao Sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.concertedefforts.com/highres/Sangare_ChristineJaspars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.concertedefforts.com/highres/Sangare_ChristineJaspars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após nos despedir de Al Magrib, seguimos viagem cara o sul, e chegamos a um estado que&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pertencia o antigo reino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mandinga&lt;/span&gt;-consultar&lt;a href="http://oescunchador.blogaliza.org/"&gt; oescunchador&lt;/a&gt; para mais informações- e que hoje nomeam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mali,&lt;/span&gt; na costa occidental de África.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mali é a terra dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;dogon&lt;/span&gt;, também da velha cidade de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Timbouctou&lt;/span&gt;, referente de viagens e caravanas desde tempos remotos.&lt;br /&gt;É um pais muçulmano, ainda que as raices animistas tão presentes, como em toda África.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  mulher que hoje vai atuar neste nosso café-cantante virtual, não só é conhescida pola música, mas por ser umha feminista defensora dos dereitos as mulheres no seu pais.&lt;br /&gt;Nasce em Bamako, ainda que a sua família procede dumha região do sul do rio Niger chamada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wassoulou&lt;/span&gt;. Sua mãe, Aminata Diaknite, também cantava, amais de compartir o marido com outras duas mulheres, segundo a poligámia habitual da época. Dizem que esa experiência é decisiva para a pequena Oumou.&lt;br /&gt;Como também influem na sua música as músicas tradicionais da sua região de origem, Wassoulou, os ritmos das danças locais: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;didai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sigue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e, sobre tudo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sogonikun&lt;/span&gt;, umha dança tradicional de máscaras interpretada principalmente por meninhas, em tempo de colheitas.&lt;br /&gt;De aí nasce um estilo único, chamado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"wassoulou"&lt;/span&gt; que combina tambores djembé e karyaing, com o som do  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;funky del kamélé n'goni&lt;/span&gt;, que se traduz por "Harpa do homem novo" entendendo novo por moço.Umha harpa utiliçada nos rituais dos caçadores dos bosques de Wasoulou, simboliça a juventude, a rebeldia, o goce e a alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.afrik.com/IMG/arton6493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.afrik.com/IMG/arton6493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oumou Sangare edita no 1989 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Moussoulou"&lt;/span&gt; que significa "Mulher".&lt;br /&gt;No 1993, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Ko Sira"&lt;/span&gt; "O casal de hoje".&lt;br /&gt;No 1996,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Worotan"&lt;/span&gt;, que significa "Dez noces de kola" e é o preço tradicional dumha noiva em Mali.&lt;br /&gt;No 2004,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; "Oumou".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Suas canções falam das luitas das mulheres, o conflito entre tradição e modernidade, a pena e o goço da vida e a morte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;É umha mulher cum físico impresionante e umha mente aberta e luitadora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Espero que gostés da sua música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=2cdc9d7" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=2cdc9d7" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=20d9bc0" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=20d9bc0" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=b2ea459" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=b2ea459" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=02f0e58" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=02f0e58" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=768184b" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=768184b" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blacksheep.ch/vbs/adf_data/februar_04/oumou_sang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ibnjaldun.com/fileadmin/plantilla/fotosenr/IJ/Fez.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando volví de Marrocos, à Galiza, não fum quem de me despedir. Sinto saudade demais da mágia e da hospitalidade dum pais único e fascinante.&lt;br /&gt;Estas canções que vou deixar, erão as que sempre levávamos no carro, o Suso e mais eu, quando fazíamos as viagens ao Sul, case sempre com gente da Galiza que vinha para conhescer. Quando escuito, lembro todos os lugares incríveis que tive a oportunidade de conhescer e que, para sempre, formam parte de mim, até o ponto de ficar doente desde Janeiro sem poder sair da casa.&lt;br /&gt;O doutor da-me litio para a minha crise depressiva, mas eu acredito em que é a morrinha de Marrocos a que causa o meu mal.&lt;br /&gt;Bom. Aquí vos deixo as canções que, desde Egipto, Argélia e Marrocos, expresam este jeito de sentir magrebí que não posso explicar com palàvras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=f532323"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=f532323" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=51db77b"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=51db77b" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=9aef144"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=9aef144" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=153d753"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=153d753" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=e207946"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=e207946" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=3fe4fd4"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=3fe4fd4" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=bc432bc"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=bc432bc" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceiweb.org/maghreb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 193px;" src="http://www.aceiweb.org/maghreb.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oeil-electrique.org/media/listgrand/36-2006030324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 195px;" src="http://www.oeil-electrique.org/media/listgrand/36-2006030324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5320746826109639866?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5320746826109639866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5320746826109639866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5320746826109639866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5320746826109639866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/10/despedida.html' title='A despedida'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7868501184613645566</id><published>2007-10-02T22:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:05:02.996+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Gnawas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rich.africa-web.org/images/gnawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 252px;" src="http://rich.africa-web.org/images/gnawa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gnawas&lt;/span&gt;, são os descendentes dos escravos trazidos  a Marrocos desde Sudão occidental e o oeste de África.&lt;br /&gt;Os Gnawas ficam estabelecidos no sul de Marrocos,  em cidades como Agadir, Marrakech, Essaouira, Errachidia e também em pequenas aldeias do Sara arredor de Erfoud e Merzouga, como a pequena aldeia de Khamilia, onde rematava até hà dous anos a estrada e começava o deserto. A fotografia primeira é dos gnawas de Khamilia&lt;br /&gt;A palàvra gnawa, ou gnaoua, procede do Tassousit, a lingua anmazig ou bereber do sul de Marrocos, na bacia do rio Sous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ignawen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Em Tassousit, ignawen significa "mudos"&lt;/span&gt;. Eran chamados assim porque falavam línguas que eles não podiam perceber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Com o tempo, estes escravos fazem-se muçulmanos, mas conservando parte das suas crenzas animistas, sobre tudo nos rituais de trance e possessão, em certo modo paralelos à santeria ou candomblé americanos, mas muito mais sobrios, dado que, no islão não existen icones nem imagens de deus nem dos santos como na religião católica.&lt;br /&gt;Os gnawas praticam o trance hipnótico por meio da música e dos cantos que invocam a "Morabitos" , homens ou mulheres sant@s com poder para botar fóra aos dianhos e sandar as picaduras dos escorpiões e as doenças mentais&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os instrumentos da música gnawa são três: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O guembri&lt;/span&gt;, de três cordas e som de baixo, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tbel&lt;/span&gt;, ou tambor que tocam cum pau curvado, e as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;qraqeb,&lt;/span&gt; umha espécie de castanholas ou crótalos de metal.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://drogba_amine.vip-blog.com/medias/0607/drogba_amine-vip-blog-com-1074794273_photo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 196px;" src="http://drogba_amine.vip-blog.com/medias/0607/drogba_amine-vip-blog-com-1074794273_photo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suas danças são muito rítmicas. Hà umha voz que introduce variações que os demais vão respondendo e repetindo.&lt;br /&gt;Visto em vivo, assim, de perto, de certo que se cria umha atmosfera especial, que mesmo pode ser percebida por umha pessoa alheia culturalmente. Se tentas dançar e te metes no ritmo, alcanzar o trance, não é difícil, sempre que, fisicamente aguntes um tempo dançando sem parar e cada vez mais forte e mais rápido. Também pode que che deia um infarto.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da música gnawa, hà festivais cada ano. Concretamente na cidade de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Essaouira&lt;/span&gt;, cada verão um muito importante. Nestes festivais, a música jà é mais música em si que instrumento terapeutico ou místico. Hà grupos, hoje em dia, que comercializam a música gnawa, como os franceses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gnawa Diffusion&lt;/span&gt; e outros grupos de rap marroquinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta morrinha esperta em mim este video. Coração do Magrib, a terra e a gente que amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtbWmrKtXxc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtbWmrKtXxc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Festival Gnawa de Essaouira,polas ruas da cidade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4x8vRqZVac&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4x8vRqZVac&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grupo "Gnawa Diffusion"argelinos ubicados na França. Não é música gnawa tradicional, mas tem seu interese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhafR2eZ4sw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhafR2eZ4sw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnawas da região de Agadir, com seus puchos de cunchas, que fazem virar com sua cabeça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWVIURorl4w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWVIURorl4w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os gnawas,umha etnia e umha cultura dentro dum pais de múltiples caras.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos a baixar polo continente africano em posteriores mensagens, inchallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oasisdemezgarne.com/images/gnaoua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.oasisdemezgarne.com/images/gnaoua1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imuzzic.net/images/GNAWA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.imuzzic.net/images/GNAWA1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.casafree.com/modules/xcgal/albums/userpics/13031/normal_gnaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.casafree.com/modules/xcgal/albums/userpics/13031/normal_gnaaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.casafree.com/modules/xcgal/albums/userpics/13031/normal_gnaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7868501184613645566?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7868501184613645566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7868501184613645566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7868501184613645566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7868501184613645566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/10/gnawas.html' title='Gnawas'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5215994978900670351</id><published>2007-09-27T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:26:34.381+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>A dozura e o espíritu de Al Andalus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://attambur.com/Imagens0/Banco15/AminaAlaoui1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://attambur.com/Imagens0/Banco15/AminaAlaoui1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jà sei que onte disse que hoje iamos falar dumha mulher que tange kora, mas agora escuito a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Amina Alaoui,&lt;/span&gt; e não posso me livrar do seu engado.&lt;br /&gt;Amina Alaoui, nasce na cidade de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Fés&lt;/span&gt;, em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Marrocos&lt;/span&gt;, no ano 1964.&lt;br /&gt;Fés é a cidade muçulmana com a Medina mais velha do mundo. Desde o século XII segue igual, ancorada no tempo, em eterna contradicção entre o seu trafego costante e a inmovilidade no tempo da sua medina na que, quando entras por primeira vez, não sabes se ficas na realidade ou num mundo paralelo.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou capaz de descrever a Medina de Fés, com seus olores, suas ruelas que parecem levar a outros mundos ocultos e os seus souks ateigados de prata, pedras, babuchas, lámpadas, tapetes, alfombras, ervas, perfumes...&lt;br /&gt;Hà que entrar na Medina de Fés para sentir sensações tão fortes .&lt;br /&gt;E ver, ao passar à sua beira, desde certa distáncia, todo o labirinto e amalgama de casinhas branquecinas salpicadas de alminares das mesquitas com telhas verdes e três bólas de metal e a meia lua no bico. E as rulas que voam, ao lonje, dentro da visão onírica da Medina desde a parte moderna de Fés, umha cidade totalmente "europeia".&lt;br /&gt;A familia de Amina Alaoui, tem muito que ver tanto com a tradição popular marroquina, como com os meios intelectuais e artísticos da cidade, capital intelectual de Marrocos.&lt;br /&gt;Aos seis anos, começa a estudar canto arábigo-andaluz, piano clásico, dança contemporánea e clásica, dança marroquina e oriental, junto a grandes mestres e, mais tarde, no Conservatório de Música de Rabat.&lt;br /&gt;Aos dez anos, publicou seus primeiros poemas e, mais tarde, licencia-se na Universidade em linguas: Árabe, francês e espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;A partir de aí começa um trabalho de pesquisa nos cantos arábigo-andaluces, persas, canto medieval europeu.&lt;br /&gt;Sua música, dentro da tradição andalusí, dos muçulmanos fugidos durante as persecuções encetadas polos "Reis Católicos" Isabel de Castela e Fernando de Aragom, a travês da Inquisição que instauram, pertence a um tipo chamado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ghamati.&lt;/span&gt; É umha música que enlaça claramente com a música medieval, cantada com acompanhamento de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;oud&lt;/span&gt;, laude, e violinos que se tocam en vertical.&lt;br /&gt;Em Marrocos há grandes orquestras de música andalusí que tocam arreio na tv.&lt;br /&gt;A ver se gostás das canções primorosas de Amina Alaoui. Um agasalho para o espíritu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do seu primeiro trabalho, &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Musique                                         Arabo-andalouse du Maroc" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;com Ahmed Piro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=0864cad"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=0864cad" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do seu segundo trabalho , "Alcántara", que en árabe significa " A Ponte":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=3ace8b0"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=3ace8b0" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://portals.kit.nl/imageoutput/KIT_Agenda/3551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://portals.kit.nl/imageoutput/KIT_Agenda/3551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lestruites.com/images/fes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lestruites.com/images/fes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.femmes-et-desert.com/culture/motif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 132px;" src="http://www.femmes-et-desert.com/culture/motif.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5215994978900670351?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5215994978900670351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5215994978900670351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5215994978900670351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5215994978900670351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/dozura-e-o-espritu-de-al-andalus.html' title='A dozura e o espíritu de Al Andalus'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-727424934883153273</id><published>2007-09-26T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:01:25.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Salif Keita, Toumani Diabaté</title><content type='html'>São os dous mestres de Kora mais conhescidos fóra do seu pais.&lt;br /&gt;Como jà onte vos deixei a ligação a oescunchador para saber de suas vidas, hoje vou vos deixar uns temas de kora e voz, cantos tribais, duetos com outros artistas, mais na linha do blues.&lt;br /&gt;Bom; eu ponho os temas para que escuités.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aduna.free.fr/aduna.blog/photos/15_12_05/Toumani-Diabate-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://aduna.free.fr/aduna.blog/photos/15_12_05/Toumani-Diabate-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Toumani Diabate&lt;/span&gt; e a sua kora mágica; Semelha água de chuva caendo,pinga a pinga, sobre os campos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=15cb2ea"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=15cb2ea" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;/span&gt;, estoutro tema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=d211f94"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=d211f94" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.terredeblues.com/images/Salif-keita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.terredeblues.com/images/Salif-keita.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Príncipe albino,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Salif Keita&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=30c0a21"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=30c0a21" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Cesária Évora&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=5b01a09"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=5b01a09" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com estas canções rematamos polo de agora com os mestres da kora. Manhã tentarei trazer umha mestra de kora.&lt;br /&gt;Até.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.veritate.net/edm/ezine/3412/36916/ToumaniDiabate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.veritate.net/edm/ezine/3412/36916/ToumaniDiabate1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.interescena.com/wp-content/salif3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.interescena.com/wp-content/salif3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-727424934883153273?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/727424934883153273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=727424934883153273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/727424934883153273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/727424934883153273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/salif-keita-toumani-diabat.html' title='Salif Keita, Toumani Diabaté'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2177430793655910962</id><published>2007-09-25T09:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:38:30.060+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Os tangedores de kora: Ali Farka Touré</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indyrock.es/Alifarkatoure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.indyrock.es/Alifarkatoure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aínda que tinha encetado o fio das mulheres africanas, que re-tomarei manhã, hoje não me resisto a pôr aquí aos mestres da kora, o instrumento de corda do império mandinga por  méritos próprios.&lt;br /&gt;Como não me quero repetir, aquí só vou ir pondo as músicas de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a ligação ao meu escunchador, por se alguem quer conhescer às pessoas e suas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;Eles são três: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ali Farka Touré&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Toumane Diabaté&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salif Keita&lt;/span&gt;. A ligaçao é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://oescunchador.blogaliza.org/%20Africa,cousas%20minhas,%20Galiza,%20Lista%20de%20liga%C3%A7%C3%B5es,%20mulheres,%20mundo,%20m%C3%BAsicas,%20sem%20clasificar,%20tar%C3%B4/musicas/page/2/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é muito longa, podedes cortar e colar, porque não me deixa pôr a ligação directa. São os quatro últimos fios da página, os que falam dos tangedores deste instrumeno de sões mágicos, suas vidas, seus mundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros temas que imos escuitar, são do mestre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ali Farka&lt;/span&gt;, finado hà pouco tempo, deixando um fermoso trabalho póstumo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Savane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois aí vai o primeiro tema &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Soukora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=5cdfaf5"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=5cdfaf5" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segundo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mali Dje&lt;/span&gt;. Aquí mestura-se o som da kora com os cantos do Mali:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=7d1dd94"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=7d1dd94" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, estes dous temas do trabalho que gravou junto com&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Ray Coder&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Talking  Timbuktu&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=358737a"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=358737a" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=0d7708a"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=0d7708a" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último, do seu trabalho póstumo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;savane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=6ef0097"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=6ef0097" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tema que da o título ao trabalho, savane, um tema hipnótico e fermoso que me faz sonhar com a dozura, a poesia e a espiritualidade do cotiã que tem os africanos. Deixo-vos aquí um fragmento que conseguí subir, porque o Goear deixou de funcionar no intre en que subia o tema. Ainda assim, penso que paga a pena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=962fc18"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=962fc18" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freshbread.blogs.com/fresh_bread/images/ali_farka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://freshbread.blogs.com/fresh_bread/images/ali_farka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tropentheater.nl/ImageOutput/imageoutput/KIT_Agenda/0-200/3410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tropentheater.nl/ImageOutput/imageoutput/KIT_Agenda/0-200/3410.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-2177430793655910962?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2177430793655910962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=2177430793655910962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2177430793655910962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2177430793655910962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/os-tangedores-de-kora-ali-farka-tour.html' title='Os tangedores de kora: Ali Farka Touré'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-3073608348702228854</id><published>2007-09-22T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:53.876Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Voces Africanas. Al Magrib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kulturarena-berlin.de/img/SouadMassi_HighResolution3_72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kulturarena-berlin.de/img/SouadMassi_HighResolution3_72dpi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoje vou encetar uns fios sobre mulheres africanas , as suas voces e a sua música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Empezando polo Mediterraneo, mar aglutinador de culturas, hà umha moça que tem umha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;voz "mediterranea " nas suas texturas, na sua música ondulante, que lembra a de outras mulheres que cantam, na beira norte do Mediterraneo, ainda que ela, procede da banda sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chamam-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Souad Massi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, nasce em Argel, o 23 de Agosto de 1972.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A sua família, humilde, é umha família de melómanos, e ela, desde criança, conhesce o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;chaabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, música do Magrib que se caracteriza polo seu ritmo, muito vivo, que acompanha as danças das mulheres que movem os quadris e as nádegas cum ritmo que produz vertigem só de  o mirar. Tamém a música árabe de origem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;andalusí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mais tarde descobre o rock and roll, o pop, o folk, o country, o flamenco, e decide aprender solfeo e guitarra e entra num grupo chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Triana D'Alger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, no 1989 e mais tarde no grupo de rock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Atakor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mais tarde comeza a guerra civil e o tempo dos atentados. Era perigoso cantar num grupo de rock e deixa a música para estudar urbanismo e faz-se engenheira. Trabalhou num gabinete de urbanistas de Argel como bolseira, mas abandona o urbanismo e volve à música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No mes de Ramadam de 1999, é convidada a um festival de cantantes de Argélia no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Cabaret Sauvage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; De Paris e jà não volve a Argélia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Grava seu primeiro trabalho em Paris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Raoui" " O contacontos"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aos que seguiram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Deb" "Burro de carga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Mesk Elil" "Chuchamel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A propósito deste último trabalho, declara numha entrevista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"El olor de la madreselva me trae recuerdos de infancia, de la familia y del Mediterráneo. La nostalgia me ha inspirado para escribir las canciones del disco", dice. "Hace ya casi siete años que vivo en Francia y empieza a pesar. Sientes que estás lejos de tu país y que te pierdes muchas cosas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mas também:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Salió bien y me quedé. Los conciertos y los viajes me han permitido evolucionar. No creo que eso hubiera sido posible en Argelia"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre as contradições que sofrem os que emigram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim, todas as suas canções tão cheias de nostálgia polo seu pais.&lt;br /&gt;A sua voz é preciosa. Tem textura mediterranea, como a de Maria del Mar Bonet, ou Eleftheria Arvanitaki, e a influência da cultura da outra banda do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela mesma define assim seu trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;No he inventado nada. Me encanta la música occidental y siento un profundo respeto por la oriental. Lo que hago es darle color a la música moderna a base de introducir instrumentos clásicos árabes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Antes de vos pôr sua música, vou-vos deixar umha das suas letras, em árabe, com sua traduçao:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RRGJ4b77AWY/RqzUhrwiVLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YrtIgJ3OPhQ/s1600-h/ia+raoui+pegada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092678953796261042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 183px; height: 490px;" alt="PICA PARA AGRANDAR" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RRGJ4b77AWY/RqzUhrwiVLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YrtIgJ3OPhQ/s400/ia+raoui+pegada.jpg" border="0" height="418" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Contacontos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Conta, contacontos, um conto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;que seja umha boa história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Conta-me da gente de Algum dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;conta-me das mil e umha nuites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;De Lunya, a filha do Ogro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;e do filho do Sultão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Há muito, muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Leva-nos longe do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Hà muito, muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cadaquem tem um conto em seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta e esquece que somos adultos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;faz coma se for crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e acreditassemos em todos os contos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Conta-nos do céu e do inferno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;do pássaro que nunca voou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Conta-nos do céu e do inferno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;do pássaro que nunca voou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Faz-nos comprender o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hà muito, muito tempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Leva-nos longe do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hà muito, muito tempo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cadaquem tem em seu coração um conto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta, contacontos, como a ti te contarom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;não ponhas nem tires nada ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ve-lo na tua cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta e faz-nos esquecer este tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                                                E deixanos no de HAVIA UMHA VEZ.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bom. Agora vou pôr as canções. A primeira, esta mesma, que da nome ao seu primeiro trabalho em França, no 2001:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Raoui"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=7005685"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=7005685" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E umha canção cantada a duo com Marc Lavoine, adicada à cidade de acolhida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Paris"&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=1b093ab"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=1b093ab" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do seu segundo trabalho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Deb" "Burro de Garga":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=52bf3d3"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=52bf3d3" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Houria"&lt;/span&gt;, um nome de mulher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=baf2337"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=baf2337" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do seu terceiro trabalho&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; "Mesk Elil" "Chuchamel":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=b672451"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=b672451" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Dar Djedi" "Casa de meu avó":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=a1f90dd"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=a1f90dd" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que disfrutés da voz de mar de Souad Massi.&lt;br /&gt;Aperta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.voyagerguide.com/img/paris/paris-metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.voyagerguide.com/img/paris/paris-metro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sahara-explorers.com/panneau%20alger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sahara-explorers.com/panneau%20alger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-3073608348702228854?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3073608348702228854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=3073608348702228854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3073608348702228854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3073608348702228854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/voces-africanas-al-magrib.html' title='Voces Africanas. Al Magrib'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RRGJ4b77AWY/RqzUhrwiVLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YrtIgJ3OPhQ/s72-c/ia+raoui+pegada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-4784802046063924644</id><published>2007-09-19T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:53:19.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árabes e amazigh'/><title type='text'>Mesturando ritmos, linguas, sões.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://perso.orange.fr/apologie/images/gafla1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://perso.orange.fr/apologie/images/gafla1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.radiochango.org/intercambio/imagenes/rectopromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.radiochango.org/intercambio/imagenes/rectopromo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou-vos contar cousas dum grupo do que gosto muito, porque mesturam com alegria e sabiamente os ritmos de cada um dos seus componhentes e seus lugares de origem. A saber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Música tradicional da Khabila Argelina&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Umhas pingas de "musette" parisina&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ecos de América Latina&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Umhas notas de violino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e um bocadinho de saxos e flautas na linha do funky e do jazz-funk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesturamos tudo, remexemos um chisco e...Voilà&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; EL GAFLA&lt;/span&gt;, listo para saborear.&lt;br /&gt;Por certo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;El Gafla&lt;/span&gt;, em árabe, significa "Improvisado, imprevisto". Algo que se faz sem o ter previsto nem planeado previamente.&lt;br /&gt;Os componhentes de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;El Gafla&lt;/span&gt;, são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Karim, autor-compositor, voz e guitarra.&lt;/span&gt; Um bereber da Khabila argelina que chega a Paris no 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Mazigh, percusionista&lt;/span&gt; ,mestura de khabilenho e polaca. Toca a darbouka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;B-Roy, acordeonista&lt;/span&gt; de Rádio Bemba, francês de Auvergnat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bastien, violinista&lt;/span&gt; clásico que se embarcou no projecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ricardo e o seu caixão&lt;/span&gt;, aporta o color da América Latina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Enzo, italiano que toca a guitarra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hakim, argelino que toca o baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Franck, saxo soprano, tenor e flauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2003 gravam um trabalho com 5 temas&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; " Ya Bouya"&lt;/span&gt; O meu Pai.&lt;br /&gt;No 2006, editam um novo trabalho com 13 temas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pA/Ris-casbah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte destes temas deixovo-los aquí para que podades julgar por vós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=a947326"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=a947326" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=f5d1a3f"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=f5d1a3f" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As letras mesuram francês, árabe e amazigh da Khabila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lascighera.org/files/elg12_rid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4784802046063924644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4784802046063924644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/mesturando-aris-no-1992.html' title='Mesturando ritmos, linguas, sões.'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/421319689_75ddda2ea7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-3478752630948908264</id><published>2007-09-16T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:55.575Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><title type='text'>Misterioso Raval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vcomp.co.uk/art/radio_art/french_radiola_ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.vcomp.co.uk/art/radio_art/french_radiola_ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de trazer os temas que quedam da selecção de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"La Radiolina"&lt;/span&gt;, ponho umha ligação a umha reportagem que hoje sai publicada no diário &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"El Pais"&lt;/span&gt;sobre o bairro que me inspirou este blogue de mesturas, arrabaldos, periférias e a música que as acompanha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;http://www.elpais.com/articulo/paginas/Misterioso/Raval/elpepugen/20070916elpepspag_13/Tes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguro que se o ledes, vai-vos interesar. Sobretudo aos que tem gana de conhescer mais sobre esse espaço tão singular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ru2anUn-nSI/AAAAAAAAARo/0mm-0crybFw/s1600-h/radiolina.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 65px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ru2anUn-nSI/AAAAAAAAARo/0mm-0crybFw/s320/radiolina.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110911152477347106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom. Agora vou-vos seguir a contar as histórias da Radiolina. Por certo. A Palàvra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Radiolina&lt;/span&gt;, vem de radiola, que vem sendo "umha espécie de gramofone associado a um aparelho de radiofonia" . Aquelas radios com alto-falante e pesquisador de frequências redondos , coma um sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://classicradiogallery.com/tn/awa_radiola5_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 115px;" src="http://classicradiogallery.com/tn/awa_radiola5_tn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liveandlearnproductions.com/Grey-Radiola-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.liveandlearnproductions.com/Grey-Radiola-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;E, se falamos italiano, umha "piccola" radio coma aquelas que se utilizavam tanto há anos, para escuitar os partidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webalice.it/roberto6111/KING%206TRSix.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.webalice.it/roberto6111/KING%206TRSix.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais tarde icorporarom a função de reproduzir cassettes de música e foram um símbolo dumha época, a dos setenta. Na Galiza havia um dito: "Não hà parto sem dor, nem parvo sem "transistor""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ru2jLkn-nWI/AAAAAAAAASI/yvX6AWL7ZrU/s1600-h/ist2_1473164_seventies_radio_cassette_portable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ru2jLkn-nWI/AAAAAAAAASI/yvX6AWL7ZrU/s320/ist2_1473164_seventies_radio_cassette_portable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110920571340627298" border="0" /&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;Bem, pois ao que iamos:&lt;br /&gt;Os últimos temas deste trabalho da Radiolina que vos vou deixar, são muito diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Pícola radiolina"&lt;/span&gt; é um tema instrumental que dura apenas 1 minuto e 10 ", mas que traz ecos de melodia circense, ou de algúm filme italiano,ou de teatrinho de monicreques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=c2947aa"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=c2947aa" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"Mamá Cuchara"&lt;/span&gt;, é umha típica  canção de Manu Chao, com referências a América Latina, à chuva , ao frio, à tenrura de Mamá Cuchara, um desses personagens do seu imaginário particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=3ab3ba7"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=3ab3ba7" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; "Amalucada Vida",&lt;/span&gt; unha canção de amor e de ausência, com a base de ritmos marcados mas suaves, com "punteos" que se vão repetindo. A "onda" de Manu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=96aa532"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=96aa532" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Soñé otro Mundo"&lt;/span&gt;, um desses temas que mesturam recitados com música, sobre sonhos e cumha mensagem optimista :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Siempre toca llegar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=468d114"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=468d114" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, até aquí, minha selecção.&lt;br /&gt;Hà mais temas no disco, mas estes são os meus preferidos.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que vocês também gostem.&lt;br /&gt;Manhà, será outro dia, e suposso que ha de haver outras músicas.&lt;br /&gt;Apertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ru2bkkn-nTI/AAAAAAAAARw/jugnZHMXz0M/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ru2bkkn-nTI/AAAAAAAAARw/jugnZHMXz0M/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110912204744334642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-3478752630948908264?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3478752630948908264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=3478752630948908264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3478752630948908264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3478752630948908264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/misterioso-raval.html' title='Misterioso Raval'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ru2anUn-nSI/AAAAAAAAARo/0mm-0crybFw/s72-c/radiolina.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-43532705315611535</id><published>2007-09-15T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:55.654Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><title type='text'>Continua radiando "La Radiolina"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RuxBdkn-nRI/AAAAAAAAARg/V1GELuMePNI/s1600-h/mineria8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RuxBdkn-nRI/AAAAAAAAARg/V1GELuMePNI/s320/mineria8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110531653462039826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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;Hà umha cita de Eduardo Galeano que vem de encarte para este trabalho de Manu Chao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"El mundo al revés nos enseña a padecer la realidad en lugar de cambiarla, a olvidar el pasado en lugar de escucharlo y a aceptar el futuro en lugar de imaginarlo: así practica el crimen, y así lo recomienda. En su escuela, escuela del crimen, son obligatorias las clases de impotencia, amnesia y resignación. Pero está visto que no hay desgracia sin gracia, ni cara que no tenga su contracara, ni desaliento que no busque su aliento. Ni tampoco hay escuela que no encuentre su contra escuela.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Galeano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou pôr  duas canções mais, que falam do açar e a arbitrariedade que a vida é, em si mesma, desde que nascemos, invocando todo um símbolo da Argentina, Maradona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda, fala do açar que nos vem por parte dos demais: A boa ou a "Mala Fama" que umha pessoa pode ter sem saber bem o por que, a meirande parte das veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estas duas canções são um chisco pesimistas, mesmo cum toque de fatalismo vital.&lt;br /&gt;Em fim...Tal vez influências da cidade do tango...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=e329c40"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=e329c40" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=1eb970f"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=1eb970f" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostés.&lt;br /&gt;Manhá mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-43532705315611535?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/43532705315611535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=43532705315611535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/43532705315611535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/43532705315611535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/continua-radiando-la-radiolina.html' title='Continua radiando &quot;La Radiolina&quot;'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RuxBdkn-nRI/AAAAAAAAARg/V1GELuMePNI/s72-c/mineria8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2355189391946557577</id><published>2007-09-14T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:41:42.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><title type='text'>La Radiolina. O amor. As Putas. O mundo do revês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kweb.be/images/stories/cdcovers/manuchao_laradiolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kweb.be/images/stories/cdcovers/manuchao_laradiolina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes quatro temas de La Radiolina que vos deixo hoje, falam de amor, em italiano arrabaleiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das putas "Me llaman Calle", do filme "Princesas". Umha canção tenra, cheia de agarimo e sonhos de umha vida melhor. Persoalmente, penso que esta canção define o jeito de ver a vida tão escaso hoje em dia. Desde o amor polas pessoas menos favorecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo ao revês no que nos tocou viver e do dificil que resulta .  Ainda assim, a luita por  viver e "La muerte es un regreso que tendrá que esperar, porque yo voy p'al frente deste mundo demente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O último tema de hoje, El Hoyo, tem umha marcada complicidade com os grupos de rock argentino, ao meu ver.&lt;br /&gt;Jà vos disse onte que este trabalho era de matiz portenho, assim como o de Sibérie era claramente parisino ou o de Radio Bemba Barcelonês.&lt;br /&gt;Bom. Espero que disfrutedes com estes quatro temas. Manhà, os que faltam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=7b385e5"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=7b385e5" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=5bcea76"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=5bcea76" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=e1ec4b8"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=e1ec4b8" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=1bca372"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=1bca372" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-2355189391946557577?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2355189391946557577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=2355189391946557577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2355189391946557577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2355189391946557577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-radiolina-o-amor-as-putas-o-mundo-do.html' title='La Radiolina. O amor. As Putas. O mundo do revês'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2877850783888943129</id><published>2007-09-13T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:17:07.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><title type='text'>La Radiolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mundomusica.es/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/manuchao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mundomusica.es/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/manuchao2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este último trabalho do mago Manu Chao, que sabe mesturar sões, músicas, culturas, que vai em metro ou em bicicleta, que senta a falar na "Plaçaeltripi" com os músicos da rua. Que ajuda aos grupos que começam, que mesmo lhe agasalha canções, toca com eles, que abandonou Virgin para volver às gravações artesanais, que quis que umha das putas do filme "Princesas" fosse recolher o prémio "Goya" À melhor Banda Sonora adjudicado à sua música.&lt;br /&gt;Este último trabalho, digo, vem, coma o de Sibérie, acompanhado por um librinho de vinte páginas cheias dessas cores das que ele tanto gosta: Verdes, amarelos, vermelhos... e polos desenhos do seu companeiro, o polaco&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wozniak&lt;/span&gt;, que já vem trabalhando com ele hà tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Vou trazer umha seleição de canções que me parecem fermosas e na sua linha mais tranquila e intimista que a de Radio Bemba, mas com ritmos, trompetas, carros de policia de fundo, advertências dos nossos "Colifatos " a Bush...&lt;br /&gt;Este trabalho, é marcadamente argentino: O video-clip, que jà apareceu por aquí, rodou-se em Bs.As. com colaboração dos Colifatos, as palàvras, as frases feitas, trazem aires portenhos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou pôr duas canções. Espero que gostedes.&lt;br /&gt;Manhà, mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=bda2d3a"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=bda2d3a" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=704c0e7"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=704c0e7" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-2877850783888943129?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2877850783888943129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=2877850783888943129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2877850783888943129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2877850783888943129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-radiolina.html' title='La Radiolina'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7864637943946264637</id><published>2007-09-12T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:43:00.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas. Portenhos'/><title type='text'>Alma de Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mywordpress2.files.wordpress.com/2006/08/76829-la-boca-buenos-aires-argentina-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://mywordpress2.files.wordpress.com/2006/08/76829-la-boca-buenos-aires-argentina-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Là, no fundo, penso que tenho ama de tango. De música de bandoneón e histórias de nostalgias e desesperos do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje imos rematar de passeiar pola cidade portenha, com algúns tangos fermosos.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, um baile, do filme de Carlos Saura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCJq7SJqtAc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCJq7SJqtAc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E outros tangos cantados por o meu caro Andrés Calamaro que falam dos bairros, da cidade, das nostalgias e, como não...do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=d819a26"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=d819a26" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=a01599b"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=a01599b" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nostalgia, a saudade, como dizemos os galego-falantes, é um sentimento universal, mas que cada cultura vive e nomina diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, é um jeito de viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7864637943946264637?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7864637943946264637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7864637943946264637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7864637943946264637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7864637943946264637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/alma-de-tango.html' title='Alma de Tango'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-433509086579026259</id><published>2007-09-10T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:34:02.355+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas. Portenhos'/><title type='text'>Militarizados</title><content type='html'>Por um tempo, a tirania, reina na cidade portenha.&lt;br /&gt;O tango escuita-se apenas soterrado polas botas militares e os berros de dolor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/638zyVZ_Otc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/638zyVZ_Otc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, após fugir, como antes, quando chegaram também fugidos da fame e a miséria dos seus paises de origem,o retorno à cidade e à vida, é umha re-afirmação da sua essència portenha e argentina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffLuwBw-1BY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffLuwBw-1BY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-433509086579026259?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/433509086579026259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=433509086579026259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/433509086579026259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/433509086579026259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/militariados.html' title='Militarizados'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-883208407691136948</id><published>2007-09-07T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:58:01.995+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas. Portenhos'/><title type='text'>Tristeça portenha.</title><content type='html'>Eu sempre penso que o tango é a expressão do existencialismo a travês da música.&lt;br /&gt;É a música existencial por excelência. Narra histórias de pessoas que, como aquele estrangeiro de Camus, na praia argelina na que o calor do sol derretia os miolos, se vem abocadas a viver uns acontecementos que não podem calcular, nem programar, nem controlar.&lt;br /&gt;A vida arrastra-os, a travês do tempo, quase sempre em caida livre, cara o sinsentido e a tristeça.&lt;br /&gt;Só que o tango, é a quinta-esséncia desse existencialismo:  Percantas que gambetean a pobreça nas casas de pensão, homens que sofren por elas, caendo cada vez mais baixo por un amor impossível,  porque un homem mais  rico as mantén.&lt;br /&gt;Bacanas que jogam com seus amantes como joga um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"gato maula con un mísero ratón".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogadores de apostas compulsivos que por umha cabeça dum cavalo numha carreira, perdem para sempre o amor que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "borra la tristeza,calma la amargura"&lt;/span&gt;. E jà não querem seguir a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Que centos de veces querem deixar o jogo, mas , ao final, por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"una cabeza todas las locuras".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hà um tango, que pertence ao filme de Saura, mas que tirei subido por outra via.&lt;br /&gt;Era o preferido dos meus pais, que o bailavam na sua mocidade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpLqCth7DrY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpLqCth7DrY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"La Cumparsita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos este video e estes outros audios, para que podás perceber as palàvras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=d74c85c"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=d74c85c" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=bd178ff"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=bd178ff" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Andrés Calamaro&lt;/span&gt;, um dos meus artistas  portenhos preferidos, acompanhado na guitarra por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"El niño Josele"&lt;/span&gt;, canta este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mano a mano"&lt;/span&gt;, cheio de palàvras em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunfardo&lt;/span&gt;, a lingua do arrabal portenho e do tango. Calamaro, como cada portenho que conheço, encarna em si mesmo a esséncia existencial-velaí a contradicção- portenha,por excelência . As suas versões dos tangos clásicos no seu trabalho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tinta Roja"&lt;/span&gt;, é preciosa, ao meu ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-883208407691136948?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/883208407691136948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=883208407691136948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/883208407691136948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/883208407691136948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/tristea-portenha.html' title='Tristeça portenha.'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6854853893534522639</id><published>2007-09-06T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:44:26.430+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas. Portenhos'/><title type='text'>Feminino e masculino</title><content type='html'>Duas versões do tango fermossísimas, na estética.&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6GelmDWHD4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6GelmDWHD4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens:&lt;br /&gt;Julio Bocca,Carlos Rivarola, Astor Piazzola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Smc5rDecvOs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Smc5rDecvOs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6854853893534522639?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6854853893534522639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6854853893534522639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6854853893534522639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6854853893534522639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/feminino-e-masculino.html' title='Feminino e masculino'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6925553729046698743</id><published>2007-09-05T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:27:03.853+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas. Portenhos'/><title type='text'>Outros arrabaldos, outras músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.goargentina.net/images/buenosaires57-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.goargentina.net/images/buenosaires57-300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois como gosto tanto das histórias, da gente ravaleira  de todos os arrabaldos do planeta,e das suas músicas, hoje vou continuar com outro filme que Carlos Saura, o director de cinema, lhe adica a outra cidade sonhada por mim, a miudo, mália nunca a ter pisado. Mas as cousas que se sonham, adoitam ser as mais fermosas, porque em elas imos deixando o mais fermoso de nós mesmos; as nosas fantasias.&lt;br /&gt;Pois esta cidade que digo, é umha cidade grande, umha grande metrópole boémia, pesimista, triste e contraditória. Umha cidade que se queixa de tudo, mas que, no fundo, acredita ser a m elhor do mundo. Umha cidade que vive a cabalo do orgulho e do pesimismo, a partes iguais. Umha cidade na que, se mesturam a chuleria italiana com a saudade galega a partes iguais, e logo umhas pingas de todo o demais:&lt;br /&gt;Polacos, franceses, ingleses, teutões, judeus, sírios, eslavos, gregos,bolivianos, peruanos...Numha amalgama que reflicte o que a vida é: Um tapis com cores que nunca acabam...&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, neste primeiro video do filme de Carlos Saura, ve-se essa chegada de gentes de todo o mundo, com as suas malas cheias de recordos e ilusões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTwDZetNAQ8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTwDZetNAQ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyc06Pl2gec"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyc06Pl2gec" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeça crepuscular dumha milonga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppHMINCLQr8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppHMINCLQr8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6925553729046698743?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6925553729046698743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6925553729046698743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6925553729046698743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6925553729046698743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/09/outros-arrabaldos-outras-msicas.html' title='Outros arrabaldos, outras músicas'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7061264818125926163</id><published>2007-08-31T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:00:13.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciganos'/><title type='text'>Guitarras, voces, arte do flamenco cigano</title><content type='html'>Para rematar este passeio polo flamenco -haberia para contar toda umha vida, mas não quero monopoliçar os temas das histórias que vos vou contando-.&lt;br /&gt;Pois para rematar, digo, dous momentos que me emocionam especialmente:&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro, é de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Camaron de La Isla&lt;/span&gt;, verdadeiro revolucionário e voz única do flamenco:&lt;br /&gt;Ele, com Joan Manuel Serrat, cantam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"La Saeta"&lt;/span&gt;, de António Machado. Como arrincar-lhe-los cravos a esse Jesús cigano, sempre em agonia, sempre sem rematar de baixar da crús e botar a andar polas águas do mar da alegria e da dignidade social:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWlxgB85xJo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWlxgB85xJo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro, umha festa de guitarras que conversam, rim, choram, e amosam cada umha sua diferente personalidade da mão de três mestres, um deles, cigano, de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Algeciras&lt;/span&gt;, cidade ponte entre dous mundos , com ferrys que vão e vém entre Europa e o Islão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paco de Lucia,  John McLaughlin ,  Al di Meola&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cadbYIzhqQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cadbYIzhqQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7061264818125926163?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7061264818125926163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7061264818125926163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7061264818125926163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7061264818125926163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/08/guitarras-voces-arte-do-flamenco-cigano.html' title='Guitarras, voces, arte do flamenco cigano'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-669625542138920791</id><published>2007-08-30T08:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:44:10.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco e ópera</title><content type='html'>Jà vos falei antes, noutro fio, de quando fum ao Liceu ver a Antonio Gades e a sua montagem da ópera "Carmen" de Bizet.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Saura, rodou um filme com Antonio  Gades,Cristina Hoyos, Laura del Sol, e outros mestres do flamenco, como Paco de Lucia.&lt;br /&gt;Neste primeiro Video, ides ver a Saura, António Gades e Paco de Lucia-Vaia trio de mestres...! Algúns jà nos deixaram...- preparando umha cena do filme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siz4Cjp6nmk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siz4Cjp6nmk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoutro, é dumha beleça estremecedora. Ópera, flamenco, e o pássaro do amor revoandolivre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bb6SaU8asSE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bb6SaU8asSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-669625542138920791?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/669625542138920791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=669625542138920791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/669625542138920791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/669625542138920791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/08/flamenco-e-pera.html' title='Flamenco e ópera'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6417772527612707076</id><published>2007-08-29T09:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:05:26.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciganos'/><title type='text'>A mirada de Carlos Saura. Segunda parte</title><content type='html'>È tão fermoso o filme "Flamenco", tanto polo contido, como pola forma em que Carlos Saura no-lo amosa, que me presta pôr outro fio mais.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí vou selecionar outras três mostras do filme:&lt;br /&gt;Ademais de "Flamenco", rodou "sevilhanas" e "Carmen" con António Gades de bailador.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive a sorte de o ver bailar esta obra no Liceu de Barcelona, hà agora 22 anos, quando em Barcelona ainda  podia aceder à cultura todo o mundo e não só os ricos, coma agora.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro video, é  umha buleria. Toca a guitarra Tomatito, Belén Maya baila coma umha deusa . Também aparecem Potito, Duquenque e El Grilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnBdxy2kv6I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnBdxy2kv6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segundo, é do mestre Paco de Lucia tocando tangos com muito acompanhamento. &lt;br /&gt;Paco de Lucia tem umha prestáncia e umha seriedade que semelha a dum verdadeiro mestre. E não é de estraqnhar se, como ele mesmo conta, seu pai o tive desde os uito anos num quarto aprendendo a tocar a guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;O pai era guitarrista e não podis dar-lhe ao filho estudos nem outra formação, assim que o encerrou co a guitarra até que se fundirom, guitarra e homen, para sempre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok6j56UqBc4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok6j56UqBc4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último, umha rumba de Manzanita e os irmãos Habichuela_Ketma- para rematar esta festa flamenca.Com letra dum poema de Garcia Lorca, o poeta de coraçaõ cigano...&lt;br /&gt;O filme ofrece muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas espero que esto sirva de amostra do que é o sentimento, a beleça e a arte dos ciganos flamencos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwLZrHR1o_Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwLZrHR1o_Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6417772527612707076?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6417772527612707076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6417772527612707076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6417772527612707076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6417772527612707076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/08/mirada-de-carlos-saura-segunda-parte.html' title='A mirada de Carlos Saura. Segunda parte'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5382703098118034826</id><published>2007-08-28T07:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:59:59.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciganos'/><title type='text'>Outra mirada</title><content type='html'>Hà anos, Carlos Saura, que é um director de cinema fascinante pola estética e a beleça que sabe transmitir nas suas obras, rodou um filme adicado ao flamenco, que se chama assim "Flamenco".&lt;br /&gt;É um filme sem história, nem apenas escenografia mas, ao meu ver, dumha beleça estremecedora.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí podedes ver, por exempolo, a um novinho Joaquin Cortés, bailando "farrucas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-U5JK6yx98"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-U5JK6yx98" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou à família dos Farrucos, cum Farruquito meninho dançando com Chocolate umha soleá cheia de sentimento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09yYdrcoGZQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09yYdrcoGZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou Lole e Manuel contando a história dumha borboleta por bulerias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAsNZJEmGWw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAsNZJEmGWw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhà, se posso, porei-vos mais fragmentos  deste maravilhoso fime, para s que gostem do flamenco e a arte cigana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5382703098118034826?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5382703098118034826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5382703098118034826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5382703098118034826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5382703098118034826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/08/outra-mirada.html' title='Outra mirada'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6401495798475954895</id><published>2007-08-26T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:26:46.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciganos'/><title type='text'>Polígono Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ethingsonline.com/duendemad/dvd/42-poligono-sur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ethingsonline.com/duendemad/dvd/42-poligono-sur.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hà anos, quando ainda a nossa sociedade não ficava tão tecnificada e estandariçada, os ciganos da cidade de Sevilla, viviam polo Bairro de Triana, na beira dereita do rio Guadalquivir.&lt;br /&gt;Durmiam ao raso, fabricavam canastros, trabalhavam na forja, feiravam com cavalos,e, sobre tudo, desde bem cativos, aprendiam a cantar e a tocar palmas, jalear, e tudo o demais.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde chegaram os "guiris", a especulação, o lavado de imagem, Europa, e a todos eles lhe deram umha vivenda num polígono dos arrabaldos, o Polígono Sur, ou o das "Tres mil Viviendas", e alí se transladaram, coma se dum guetho de tratar e foram substituindo seus trabalhos artesanais e feirantes polo trapicheo, a desorientação e o desarraigo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o único que não perderam fui a escola de cante,de dança, de palmeas, de jaleo,que todas as crianças aprendem desde pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;"Polígono Sur" é o título dum filme da francesa Dominique Abel, de produção hispano-francesa.&lt;br /&gt;Um filme muito interesante de ver.&lt;br /&gt;Os tipos e a geografia urbana, lembram-me ao Rif e a Marrocos, em geral. Mas, a atitude diante da vida,é totalmente diferente. Mais bem me faz lembrar aquela escola de Barcelona, a onde acodiam meninhos do Besós e da Mina. Gente marginal, tocada pola gangrena do narcotráfico e a marginalidade social, mas, cum sentido do humor e umha força vital incrível.&lt;br /&gt;Do Polígono Sur, sairam os irmãos Amador, que seguem a viver no bairro, e outros músicos famosos.&lt;br /&gt;No filme, saem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilio Caracafé&lt;br /&gt;Ramón Quilate&lt;br /&gt;Luis De Los Santos&lt;br /&gt;Rafael Amador&lt;br /&gt;José Jimenez (Bobote)&lt;br /&gt;Rafael (El Eléctrico)&lt;br /&gt;Martín Revuelo&lt;br /&gt;Juana Revuelo&lt;br /&gt;Martín Revuelo Hijo&lt;br /&gt;Pelayo&lt;br /&gt;Pepe (El Quemao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo conta a autora do filme,"&lt;span class="content"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cuando Rafaelillo Amador llegó por primera vez a las Tres Mil Viviendas, hace casi treinta años, era un niño y le recibió un burro. No era un burro cualquiera. Mientras la familia Amador pasaba por la calle, cargada con sus enseres, el burro les observaba desde la ventana de un noveno piso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rafaelillo pronto averiguó que aquel animal poseía un cuartito muy apañado. Para evitar que se constipara, su dueño lo subía en ascensor cada noche hasta el noveno, donde le había preparado una habitación con su bebedero, su paja, y con muy buenas vistas. Años después , Rafaelillo cantaría, ya, como Pata Negra: "De los pájaros que vuelan / ninguno como el cochino".&lt;/span&gt; Puro surrealismo sureño con el claro sello de las Tres Mil Viviendas, la barriada más artística, alucinante y adictiva de toda Sevilla."&lt;br /&gt;Amais do Burro, hà um tolo vestido de indio, e mais cousas que reflictem a vida cotià num mundo tão perto da cidade, mas tão longe do seu trafego mental.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí vou-vos deixar uns fragmentos do filme. A ver se atopo os que reflictam melhor o que vos contei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt0JkoL6b_w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt0JkoL6b_w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/haZ_HsC4F3Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/haZ_HsC4F3Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqcQipJRf7o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqcQipJRf7o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último, tres dos irmãos Amador,en estado puro:Quando a guitarra toca, a voz e o corpo, correm coma cavalos bravos galopando nos acordes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/797hmwyEu58"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/797hmwyEu58" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6401495798475954895?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6401495798475954895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6401495798475954895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6401495798475954895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6401495798475954895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/08/polgono-sur.html' title='Polígono Sur'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7139030548806140613</id><published>2007-08-10T19:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:42:09.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><title type='text'>Um instrumento muito moderno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://soundroots.org/uploaded_images/hang-drum-791237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://soundroots.org/uploaded_images/hang-drum-791237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que as suas raizes venham dos&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Stell Drums de Trindade&lt;/span&gt; e também tenha um ar oriental:-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gong, Gamelan, Ghatam e principalmente do Steel Pana&lt;/span&gt;, segundo os entendidos,- a verdade é que, este instrumento, com forma de disco voador com buratos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fui criado no ano 2000 por Felix Rohner e Sabina Schärer&lt;/span&gt;, investigadores suiços que,  no estudo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Panart &lt;/span&gt;na cidade de &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Berna&lt;/span&gt;, inventarom um novo instrumento de aceiro, cumha caixa de resoança e com pequenos círculos que se correspondem com as notas da escala musical.&lt;br /&gt;Põem-lhe de nome,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Hang&lt;/span&gt;, que em lingua de Berna, significa mão, porque, em realidade, é com as mãos que se toca.&lt;br /&gt;Hà mais de 40 tipos de hangs com diferentes escalas, mas, até pouco tempo, nao existiam em Espanha.&lt;br /&gt;Agora entraram, como não, por Barcelona, e polas ruas de El Raval ou do Gótic, podemos ver a gente como o brasileiro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Pedro Collares Moraes&lt;/span&gt;, natural de Rio de Janeiro, que, após estudar em seu pais violão, piano e guitarra eléctrica, veu parar a Barcelona. Faz umha viagem à India de quatro meses, para praticar meditação e canto indiano.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, em Barcelona, ele toca em centros de Yoga, festivais de meditação e também nas ruas do Bairro Gótico. Lá ele se concentra em transmitir a paz para as pessoas estressadas da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;“É uma musica para a expansão da consciência” diz Pedro. Utilizando Mantras Indianos, cantos sagrados de diversas culturas ele também aplica uma técnica Tibetano-Mongol que são cantos harmônicos, com essa técnica é possível soar duas ou ate três notas ou mesmo tempo com a voz, como passa nos instrumentos e cantos com predomínio de sões harmónicos, coma o didjeridoo, os cantos do Tibete...&lt;br /&gt;Outro artista desta música na cidade, é o Profesor de hang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ravid Goldschmidt,&lt;/span&gt; pianista e percusionista israelí que  hà só um ano e meio tocava polas ruas do Gótico.&lt;br /&gt;Veu fazer o Caminho de Santiago pola Rota da Prata, desde Sevilla, e, quando rematou, quedou em Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;Coma ele, hà  outros artistas polas ruas do Gótico e de El Raval, e mesmo um lugar onde se podem mercar estes instrumentos,  na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rua do Bon Succés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona é umha cidade que nunca deixa de nos surprender.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os sões do mundo convivem baixo o seu céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-xU858i8vA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-xU858i8vA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxIQbYwnhic"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxIQbYwnhic" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, cum baixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MF8vjythdBo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MF8vjythdBo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, com didjeridoos: e umha trompa tibetana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhRpgx3933M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhRpgx3933M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim é BARCELONA.&lt;br /&gt;O instrumento mais antigo-o didjeridoo dos aborigens australianos-, mestiça-se com o mais místico, ou o mais moderno, fabricado num laboratório suiço.&lt;br /&gt;Eis a mágia das mesturas e as mestiçagens......&lt;br /&gt;Aperta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7139030548806140613?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7139030548806140613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7139030548806140613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7139030548806140613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7139030548806140613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-instrumento-muito-moderno.html' title='Um instrumento muito moderno'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-4322543920434675666</id><published>2007-08-06T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:19:06.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><title type='text'>Instrumentos de cordas. A Kora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.koramali.com/images/plan_kora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.koramali.com/images/plan_kora.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; kora&lt;/span&gt; é um instrumento de cordas tradicional dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;povos mandigas &lt;/span&gt;da África Ocidental, construído a partir de uma metade de cabaça fechada por uma cobertura de pele, de onde parte um braço que sustenta até 25 cordas.&lt;br /&gt;É o instrumento tradicional que acompanha os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;griots&lt;/span&gt;, trovadores errantes, mistura de poetas e cronistas. A preparação de um griot inicia-se muito cedo, em casa. O pai conta-lhe a História e as histórias da(s) tribo(s) como exemplos de força e grandeza.&lt;br /&gt;A kora é un unstrumento mágico, umha espécie de harpa africana, que os músicos tocavam para as famílias nobres do Império Mandinga, antes de que os coloniçadores europeus criaram os Estados e as Fronteiras.&lt;br /&gt;Se queredes saber mais de koras e griots, tocadores de kora e demais, podedes visitar meu blogue &lt;a href="http://oescunchador.blogaliza.org/"&gt; oescunchador. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí só quero deixar-vos os sões da kora e suas músicas mágicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjPq30bK5x0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjPq30bK5x0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lep1tjEIkJc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lep1tjEIkJc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMp_El9ltAs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMp_El9ltAs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que disfrutedes da dozura de àfrica, coma antes da força dos seus djembés e demais percusões que em ela tem sua origem.&lt;br /&gt;África é a origem dos homens e mulheres, da música, das viagens.&lt;br /&gt;África é a terra em estado puro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-4322543920434675666?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4322543920434675666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=4322543920434675666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4322543920434675666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4322543920434675666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/08/instrumentos-de-cordas-kora.html' title='Instrumentos de cordas. A Kora'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7681507473729896084</id><published>2007-07-31T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:42:46.869+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas'/><title type='text'>La Colifata.Testemunhas desde O Borda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icarodigital.com.ar/numero3/el%20damero/bordacarlosv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.icarodigital.com.ar/numero3/el%20damero/bordacarlosv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=e4f5908"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=e4f5908" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" 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classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=88e4d32"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=88e4d32" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso palàvras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7681507473729896084?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7681507473729896084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7681507473729896084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7681507473729896084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7681507473729896084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/07/testemunhas-desde-o-borda.html' title='La Colifata.Testemunhas desde O Borda'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-677549128808851321</id><published>2007-07-28T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:30:03.133+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>Concertos Ravaleiros para este verão na Galiza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hublog.com.br/content/image/135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.hublog.com.br/content/image/135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este verão, a Galiza vai ficar cheia de concertos de artistas Ravaleiros. Também artistas galegos vão ir polo mundo adiante com sua música:&lt;br /&gt;Vou-vos pôr os que eu sei, por se queredes rolar este verão de concerto em concerto.&lt;br /&gt;Oxalá a minha saude mo permitisse! Não se me ia escapar nem um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"A Matraca Perversa"&lt;/span&gt;, abre o caminho hoje mesmo,, no Festival &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mugre Rokc, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;no Polideportivo de Rota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aló polo Atlántico sul gaditano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Em Zambujeira do Mar&lt;/span&gt;, aló polo sul do além Minho, no mais conhecido Festival do pais irmão, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O Festival do Oeste&lt;/span&gt;, actuam :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manu Chao, Ojos de Brujo,Gilberto Gil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e mais...Sera na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;quinta feira, 2/08 e dura vários dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A sexta feira,, dia 3&lt;/span&gt;, no&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Millarock 2007&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A Matraca Perversa e Lamatubá&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Milladoiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O Sábado, 4,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"La Pegatina", e "Família Rustika"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;no Carbalhinho&lt;/span&gt;. E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AKLI D&lt;/span&gt; ,em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guitiriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Semana Grande de Vigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manu Chao+Galegoz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Unicamista, de Italia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Roy Pac i&amp; Aretuska, de Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sergent Garcia e Percubaba, de França,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Modena City Ramblers.Itália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A terça feira,, dia 7,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lamatumbá+Betagarri &lt;/span&gt;en&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gasteiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A sexta feira, dia 10&lt;/span&gt;, "A Matrraca Perversa" em &lt;/span&gt;Palas de Rei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;La Kinky Beat&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Celanova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lamatumbá&lt;/span&gt;, em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Xinzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ché Sudaka,&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Compostela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O Sábado, 11&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Muchachito Bombo Infierno &lt;/span&gt;em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Xinzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ché Sudaka+ La Kinky Beat+DJS&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Arçua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El Combolinga,&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Bueu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Terça Feira, dia 14,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lamatumbá&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Moiá, Catalunya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;La Kinky Beat&lt;/span&gt;, em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ribadeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Macaco,&lt;/span&gt;em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Quarta feira, dia 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Macaco&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;QuintaFeira, 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ché Sudaka+ A Banda das Crehas Semos Peligrosos,&lt;/span&gt; Em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Bandeira-Silheda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sexta Feira, 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ché Sudaka &lt;/span&gt;em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ferrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Macaco&lt;/span&gt;, na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Corunha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sábado, 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ché Sudaka+ Os Feticultores Troupe+Sérrale Ai!+Bob de Rage+Tonhito de Poi&lt;/span&gt;, em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ferreira de Pantom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Macaco&lt;/span&gt;, em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zulu 9.30&lt;/span&gt;, em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Fisterra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Domingo, 26&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lamatumbá &lt;/span&gt;em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Manresa, Catalunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sexta Feira, 31&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Obrint pas+ Boom Club,&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Salvaterra de Minho, Galiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Domingo, 2/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;La Troba Kung-Fú &lt;/span&gt;em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Póvoa de Varzim&lt;/span&gt;, além Minho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Quara feira,19/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lamatumbá&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sábado, 20/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"A Matraca Perversa&lt;/span&gt;" em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sábado 27/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bersuit+Negrita&lt;/span&gt;, em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Compostela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sábado 17/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lila Downs&lt;/span&gt;, em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Pontevedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A Matraca Perversa&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Porrinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não todos os artistas tem saido bnas histórias de Ravleiros.Algúns, coma Lila Downs, fica no &lt;a href="http://oescunchador.bogaliza.org/"&gt;escunchador &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e outros, ainda não dou tempo a passarem por aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Jà vede que, no verão, os músicos são coma as andurinhas: vão e vem com suas canções e suas furgonetas cheias de instrumentos,aparelhos e cables.&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutade deles, que logo o inverno na Galiza é muito longo .&lt;br /&gt;Apertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oescunchador.bogaliza.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-677549128808851321?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/677549128808851321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=677549128808851321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/677549128808851321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/677549128808851321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/07/concerto-ravaleiros-para-este-vero-na.html' title='Concertos Ravaleiros para este verão na Galiza'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7514738752085016738</id><published>2007-07-27T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:59:50.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas'/><title type='text'>Siempre fui Loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marietan.com/articulos/hospital.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.marietan.com/articulos/hospital.gif" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Ciclo de recitais &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Siempre fui loco"&lt;/span&gt;, nado do projecto de Manu Chao e os grupos ravaleiros a respeito de "La Colifata", umha mostra dum dos concertos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/teUZqHEOgMg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/teUZqHEOgMg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;TODOUNO BAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerto no Borda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttK_u_Y0ENw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttK_u_Y0ENw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7514738752085016738?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7514738752085016738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7514738752085016738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7514738752085016738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7514738752085016738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/07/siempre-fui-loco.html' title='Siempre fui Loco'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-1431211360426224094</id><published>2007-07-25T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:24:16.799+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas'/><title type='text'>Beat Dick Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pimpsofgore.com/untitled/sb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pimpsofgore.com/untitled/sb2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Jà vos falei aquí mais dumha ves dos internos do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hospital Psiquiátrico José T. Borda, de Bs. As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles tem um programa de rádio e TV. chamado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"La Colifata"&lt;/span&gt;, do que jà vos falei aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje quero apresentar-vos a um deles, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beat&lt;/span&gt;, que, como veredes, dialoga com o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Dick&lt;/span&gt;, e explica-lhe como foram os primeiros dias do Rock en Holanda, dentro dum trabalho do projecto  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;TODOUNO,&lt;/span&gt; do que algúm dia, se tenho lazer, vos falarei.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostedes do Beat , a sua criatividade e su paixão por Holanda, princesas aparte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6CerjPsRKpI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6CerjPsRKpI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-1431211360426224094?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1431211360426224094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=1431211360426224094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/1431211360426224094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/1431211360426224094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/07/beat-dick-rock.html' title='Beat Dick Rock'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2469479614789078499</id><published>2007-07-17T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:45:22.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novidades'/><title type='text'>Muchachito Bombo Infierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buscamusica.org/ezine/articulos/061019muchachito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.buscamusica.org/ezine/articulos/061019muchachito.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste repaso polos artistas ravaleiros, não podia faltar umha das bandas mais  novas mas nao por esso menos representativas do que se coce no Raval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano 2004, apresentam-se na sala Apolo de Barcelona, umha banda formada por:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Muchachito: Jairo Perera, cantante e guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hector Bellino: Bateria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Lere: Contrabaixo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito Carlos: Teclados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josué -El Ciclón-: Trompeta. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este leva com ele ao  seu irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin, "Luxurius":  Saxo alto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;David Carrasco,"El Niño": Saxo Tenor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Oscar Bas: Trombom,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Pérez Jordana, "El jaguar": Trompeta de Asalto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos eles formam a secçao de metais dea banda, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;La Gigoleto&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Santos Veracruz, é um artista plástico que pinta um quadro em cada concerto , e,  às ve     ces, mesmo lhe marca um cante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Juntos gravam no 2004 seu primeiro trabalho:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "Vamos que nos vamos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. El Compadre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Me Tienos Frito &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Será Mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;4. Luna &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sin Vigilancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;6. Eima &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Más Que Breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;8. Conversaciones Incompatibles &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Si Tú Si Yo, Si No -con Kiko Veneno.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;10. 115 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cógelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;12. Siempre Que Quiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No 2006, volvem a reeditar o trabalho, com extras-DVD e demais- e, ao fim, no 2007, acabam de tirar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Visto lo visto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;01. Acicálense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. La Noche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Mambo 13&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Más Que Mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;05. CaraTortuga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Ruido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Aire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Vino Y Se Fue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Pónganlo Fácil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;11. Carreta Sideral&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Soy Luz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. La Viajera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de formar a banda actual, Muchachito tocava pola rua passando o chapeu, coma muitos Ravaleiros.&lt;br /&gt;Nado en Santa Coloma de Gramanet, cidade periférica, de inmigrantres e operários, viajou a LLoret de Mar, París e  logo estabelece-se dous anos no Bairro Gõtico de Barcelona, perto de El Raval, La Plaza del Trippie  e demais pontos de reunião de músicos que comezam. desta época é o grupo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Trimelón&lt;/span&gt;, co o que publica dous trabalhos no 1997 e no 2000, e que se disolve mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, a sua música, inspirada nas ruas e seus personagens, tem algo de cabaret, e algo de espectãculo único.&lt;br /&gt;Se fazemos caso de Radio Chango:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Muchachito Bombo Infierno es un espectáculo único en un escenario; música enloquecida, monólogos, historias de amor y de borrachos, marcianitos, rizas, bombo, pinturas en directo de Santos de Veracruz, improvisaciones y duración imprevisible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCIUagrtzWg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCIUagrtzWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVjSg1CVEPw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVjSg1CVEPw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GS-FTyNf-I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GS-FTyNf-I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOxPG6Mpms0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOxPG6Mpms0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito. Espero que também vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Aperta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-2469479614789078499?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2469479614789078499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=2469479614789078499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2469479614789078499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2469479614789078499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/07/muchachito-bombo-infierno.html' title='Muchachito Bombo Infierno'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8829675551739178433</id><published>2007-07-05T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:56.016Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novidades'/><title type='text'>Mais Novidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ro1igWhf80I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6g_uVJ48r14/s1600-h/manuchao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083827862312579906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ro1igWhf80I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6g_uVJ48r14/s320/manuchao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mago &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Manu Chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; junto com a gente de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;La Colifata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, apresentam este video-clip dirigido por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Emir Kusturika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e rodado em Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rainin in Paradize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chove no Paraiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que conhezades a algúm dos colifatos do Hospital Borda e deades com eles umha volta no "colectivo".&lt;br /&gt;O tema é um avance do seu próximo trabalho,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "la Radiolina".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SRkuYEZ3PtM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo, mas com desenho   de Wozniak, o polonês que  ilustra seus albuns.       As  vezes, a visão dos artistas,     ve as cousascom mais clarividéncia que a própria realidade:  Poços petrolíferos,   o mundo que vira e, no centro de tudo, um homem com garavata de raias  e umha moreia de braços   armados con pistolasl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umha pequena obra de arte:, ao meu ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrJGQBxKmgE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrJGQBxKmgE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8829675551739178433?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8829675551739178433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8829675551739178433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8829675551739178433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8829675551739178433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/07/mais-novidades.html' title='Mais Novidades'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Ro1igWhf80I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6g_uVJ48r14/s72-c/manuchao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7324239762624788665</id><published>2007-06-28T12:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:56.429Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudakas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Pedra filosofal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novidades'/><title type='text'>Novidades desde El Raval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoOZ6mhf8zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8tLvJR0w0FQ/s1600-h/Mirando+al+rev%C3%A9s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoOZ6mhf8zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8tLvJR0w0FQ/s320/Mirando+al+rev%C3%A9s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081074036656567090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoOZzmhf8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/W7IZFTOQ38w/s1600-h/Vor%C3%A1gine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoOZzmhf8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/W7IZFTOQ38w/s320/Vor%C3%A1gine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081073916397482786" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jâ saiu o segundo trabalho dos alquimistas de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;08001&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os temas sao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. Mr.Morality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Vorágine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Ketama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5. Crazy strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6. Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;7. Ras el ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8. Muzik &amp; life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;9. Le salut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;+ ghostrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O título é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"VORÁGINE"&lt;/span&gt;, e aí vai umha mostra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfZ26RHQ5vM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfZ26RHQ5vM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também o novo trabalho de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ché Sudaka&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EL MUNDO AL REVÉS"&lt;/span&gt;:Nele colaboram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Amparanoïa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Karamelo Santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Un Kuartito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Selector Matanzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sai um Cd com os temas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;01 Ciego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;02 Usted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;03 Mirando el mundo al revéz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;04 Silence Raval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;05 Almas rebeldes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;06 Arma dispuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;07 Todo vuelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;08 Que natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;09 Menino da rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;10 Politancosmo time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;11 Dificil ser igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;12 Walking downtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;13 Ona kasuita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um DVDcom os seguintes materiais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;# Mirando el Mundo al Revés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;# Entrevista radiochango.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;# Clip "El Trenecillo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;# Directo Ateneu Nou Barris (BCN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;# Galería de fotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;# Subtitulos (english + français)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7mKAJTg0yg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7mKAJTg0yg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7324239762624788665?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7324239762624788665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7324239762624788665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7324239762624788665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7324239762624788665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/novidades-desde-el-raval.html' title='Novidades desde El Raval'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoOZ6mhf8zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8tLvJR0w0FQ/s72-c/Mirando+al+rev%C3%A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-886596952525882471</id><published>2007-06-27T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:56.616Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><title type='text'>África profunda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoJPC2hf8xI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2rvKw_g9Azo/s1600-h/djembe_310_550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoJPC2hf8xI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2rvKw_g9Azo/s320/djembe_310_550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080710240041693970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dende o litoral Atlántico de África, desde Senegal até Guiné, estendia-se no século XIII da era Cristià, um império governado por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sundiata Keita&lt;/span&gt;, governante que livertou aos escravos e espalhou a cultura &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Mandinga"&lt;/span&gt; ao que hoje chamamos, após os repartos europeios com regla e lápis , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Burkina Faso, Costa do Marfim, Gámbia, Guiné Bissau, Libéria, Mali, Senegal e Serra Leoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aí, iam chegar mais tarde os instrumentos de percusao, importados polos escravos levados polos coloniçadores dos Impérios europeus para trabalharem no continente americano e poder aproveitar milhor os recursos .&lt;br /&gt;Jà sabemos o que é a história, em geral. Cobiça, egoismo e falta total de empatia com os semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;Pois das profundidades do reino Mandinga, chega este derradeiro instrumento de percusao que vos vou trazer hoje.&lt;br /&gt;O instrumento pode ter vários nomes, segundo o dialecto da lingua mandé que se fale:   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Yembé&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yimbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sanbanyi&lt;/b&gt; ou simplesmente &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tam tam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;É un instrumento membranofone, de 30 cm. de diámetro,aproximadamente. Podem variar desde 2 até 6 cm.&lt;br /&gt;Fabricam.se em madeira e badana de cabra, ainda que os modernos, jà sao de pele sintética, às vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Os encarregados de fabricar os yembés nas diferentes tribos, sao os&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; NUMUS&lt;/span&gt;, ferreiros profisionais e guardiaes de certos poderes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vos interesa aprofundar na cultura mandinga, podedes visitar meu outro blogue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oescunchador, na categoria de Músicas&lt;/span&gt;. Alí, na segunda página, hà muita informaçao a respeito do tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora deixo-vos umha audiçao de yembé:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYY4WhdlS2c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYY4WhdlS2c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-886596952525882471?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/886596952525882471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=886596952525882471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/886596952525882471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/886596952525882471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/frica-profunda.html' title='África profunda'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoJPC2hf8xI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2rvKw_g9Azo/s72-c/djembe_310_550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6061038307815060430</id><published>2007-06-26T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:56.879Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><title type='text'>O Caixao "flamenco"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoEH60CIXEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/E5PmnwFq18U/s1600-h/Cajon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoEH60CIXEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/E5PmnwFq18U/s320/Cajon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080350561632017474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em realidade, o caixao flamenco, nao é tal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paco de Lucia &lt;/span&gt;trouxo do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Perú &lt;/span&gt;este instrmento que logo se integrou nas músicas flamencas de oricgem cigana.&lt;br /&gt;Até esse intre, a única percusao que admitía o flamenco, erao as palmas, o taconeo, ou o repique na própria guitarra. Agás o "martinete", que se acompanhava com os soes dos martelos sobre as safras da forjas andaluças, substituidos mais adiante com o golpeteio dos cotelos ou das palmas na madeira dumha mesa, para sentar o patrao rítmico.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, nos anos 70, o mestre Paco de Lucia viaja ao Perú, e alí descobre um instrumento inventado polos escravos africanos da costa peruana, que no século XVII viram como se proivia o uso de tambores e a ejecuçao do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"panalivio"&lt;/span&gt;, umha dança que denunciava o maltrato que sofriam.&lt;br /&gt;Esta proiviçao, faz que se utilicem para tocar as caixas de embalagem do bacalhau, que se apilavam nos peiraos do porto,os caixoes de moveis e mesmo as "caixinhas" das esmolas das igrejas.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo o folclorista argentino Carlos Castro,:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"los africanos en el Perú durante  los siglos XVIII y XIX, especialmente los de la costa del Pacífico, usaban  también para sus fiestas de tambor, los cajones de fruta y otros alimentos que  encontraban en desuso en los puertos, principalmente el puerto de El Callao. Y  que los cajones originales fueron eso, simples cajones de embalaje a los &lt;/span&gt;cuales  se les desclavaba una tabla para producir más vibración de la madera al ser  percutida".&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, mália ter a mesma origem, os caixoes flamencos e os peruanos tem diferenzas entre si:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"el cajón peruano y el flamenco se  diferencian no sólo por la forma de tocarse sino también en su construcción, ya  que en España suelen añadírsele algunas cuerdas de guitarra tensadas en el  interior para reforzar la vibración de la tapa floja que se percute con las  manos. Y, como dicen en Perú, en España tocamos el cajón con la 'galleta' (la  parte superior de la tapa del instrumento). Sin embargo, en lo que sí coinciden  tanto el modelo de cajón peruano como su variante "flamenca" es un su diseño  básico: un paralelepípedo de madera de cinco caras de madera sujeta por las  aristas y una sexta cara rectangular (la tapa) sujeta de manera más laxa, con  tornillos flojos que le permitan vibrar libremente. Otra característica común es  que el cajón suele servir, además, de asiento al propio intérprete."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Desde que Paco de Lucía recibió su primer cajón de manos del maestro peruano  Caitro Soto, cajonero de la gran cantante Chabuca Granda (y que además compró en  el mismo viaje un segundo cajón), este instrumento ha sido usado ampliamente en  el flamenco. También ha sido objeto de múltiples experimentos en los que se  ejecuta tanto verticalmente como horizontalmente, se le agregan dos cuerdas de  guitarra en el orificio, o se toca con baquetas o "cepillos". Existen además  versiones del cajón construidas en forma de pirámide trunca o trapezoidal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, pois essa é a história do caixao flamenco. O percusionista de jazz peruano Alex Acuña, gravou com  Chick Corea  Paco de Lucía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vede como soa o caixao peruano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nEVAOsQ5Ac"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nEVAOsQ5Ac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caixao Flamenco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GyyfneUwO1Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GyyfneUwO1Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_bmjk_5vjo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_bmjk_5vjo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Cositas Buenas. Paco de Lucia e a sua banda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percusao flamenca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATcMolg3QYE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATcMolg3QYE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6061038307815060430?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6061038307815060430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6061038307815060430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6061038307815060430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6061038307815060430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-caixao-flamenco.html' title='O Caixao &quot;flamenco&quot;'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RoEH60CIXEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/E5PmnwFq18U/s72-c/Cajon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-244268318744565280</id><published>2007-06-22T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:57.046Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><title type='text'>As Tumbadoras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnuS3UCIXDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s_xifw2nheQ/s1600-h/congas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnuS3UCIXDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s_xifw2nheQ/s320/congas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078814483758472242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje imos-lhe dar a um instrumento de percusao muito utilizado em todos os grupos com forte presência da percusao:&lt;br /&gt;Sao as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CONGAS ou TUMBADORAS&lt;/span&gt;, umha espécie de barriletes, cumha caixa longa e um parche que se pode tocar de diferentes maneiras:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;" galleta abierta, galleta cerrada, tono abierto, tono cerrado, palma y dedos"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu em Cuba, evoluindo dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tambores BATÁ&lt;/span&gt;, ehà até cinco tipos de congas, dependendo do seu tamanho e a sua afinaçao, de mais agudo a mais grave.&lt;br /&gt;A saber:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Re-quinto&lt;/b&gt;: conga de cuerpo delgado de afinación aguda. Su función en la rumba es improvisar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quinto&lt;/b&gt;: conga de cuerpo delgado de afinación aguda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Macho&lt;/b&gt; , &lt;b&gt;3-2&lt;/b&gt; ó &lt;b&gt;Conga&lt;/b&gt;: de cuerpo mediano, se puede afinar de 2 formas: una es más aguda para poder tocar como tumbadora central en formato de 2 ó más congas, la otra es más grave para poder tocar únicamente esa tumbadora en la rumba.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hembra&lt;/b&gt; o &lt;b&gt;Tumbadora&lt;/b&gt;: afinación grave, su cuerpo es más ancho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Re-tumbadora&lt;/b&gt;: es la más grave de todas, su cuerpo es más ancho que todas las demás."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Normalmente utilizam-se de duas em duas :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QUINTO-CONGA ou CONGA-TUMBA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se se utilizam três, adoitam ser&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; QUINTO-CONGA-TUMBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí vedes as "tumbadoras " em solitário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lqu43xni0Is"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lqu43xni0Is" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí vedes as congas-as que toca o do mostacho- acompanhando a Rubén Blades, numha das minhas cançoes preferidas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbi2HunKux8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbi2HunKux8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-244268318744565280?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/244268318744565280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=244268318744565280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/244268318744565280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/244268318744565280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-tumbadoras.html' title='As Tumbadoras'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnuS3UCIXDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s_xifw2nheQ/s72-c/congas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8271281790830542126</id><published>2007-06-21T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:57.228Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><title type='text'>Macho e fémia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnpiB0CIXCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pIAqRvpkrFo/s1600-h/bongos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnpiB0CIXCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pIAqRvpkrFo/s320/bongos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078479313100626978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo com os instrumentos de parche, ou membranofones, atopamos os&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Bongós,&lt;/span&gt; segundo Fernando Ortiz, etnógrafo cubano, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“la más valiosa síntesis en la evolución de los tambores gemelos lograda por la música afrocubana”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta composto por dous tambores de madeira com cadaenseu parche, cinguidos por uns aros e umhas chaves metálicas para tensar - Ao começo tensavam-se com calor-.&lt;br /&gt;Os tambores sao de forma cónica e hà um mais grande-a fémia- e outro mais pequeno-o macho-.&lt;br /&gt;A fémia vai à dereita e o macho à esquerda. Vao unidos por um lado por umha peça de madeira.&lt;br /&gt;Seica na sua origem tinham umha finalidade religiosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;" Existe información que hace pensar que su origen proviene de unos tamborcitos hechos con duelas de madera de pequeñas bateas y cuero fino de venado utilizados para rezos a Elebwa (deidad de la religión afrocubana) o de otros, usados por pares, como ofrenda a los ibbeyis (deidades mellizas en los culto de santería)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, após de que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Benny Moré,  o Trio Matamoros ou Arsénio Rodríguez&lt;/span&gt; os populariçaram sao um elemento presente em todas as orquestras e grupos "salseros" ou nao tanto, do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omsQkQPyrvs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omsQkQPyrvs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fM_4U1T7Oeo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fM_4U1T7Oeo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8271281790830542126?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8271281790830542126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8271281790830542126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8271281790830542126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8271281790830542126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/mais-percusao.html' title='Macho e fémia'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnpiB0CIXCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pIAqRvpkrFo/s72-c/bongos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6322250733495932274</id><published>2007-06-20T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:57.540Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibraçoes e ondas'/><title type='text'>Instrumentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rnlr_UCIXBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SaUW-UL3U4o/s1600-h/percusion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078208790290521106" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rnlr_UCIXBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SaUW-UL3U4o/s320/percusion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes de seguir adiante, gostaria de vos amosar algúns dos instrumentos dos que imos falando em cada umha das músicas mais ou menos peculiares que imos vendo.&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar, quero-vos amosar os instrumentos de percusao. Começo polo mais típico da naçao amazigh, onde vivi até o de agora, a variante de tambor chamado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Darbuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, instrumento membranofone, feito cumha caixa de cerámica ou madeira e um parche de badana. Agora jà os fao de plástico.As vezes, podem ir dous de diferentes tamanhos juntos para tocar ao tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHpatt-E95U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma família, mas de diferente timbre, é o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Bendir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, umha espécie de pandeiro das músicas árabes, de 40 cm. de diámetro, feito com pele de cabra. No aro leva duas láminas metálicas que soam ao ser tocado e, por dentro, várias cordas de tripa que lhe dao mais resoança. Neste video podedes aprezar as diferenzas entre o Bendir e o Darbuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9Hd13gsi5Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro instrumento usado em quase todas as músicas é a nossa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Pandeireta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ou também o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Pandeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, -Umha é pequena e leva forrinhas. Tócase sostida numha mao. O outro é mais grande e toca-se apoiado no peito, ou ao estilo árabe, sostendo-o nas maos e tocando só as beiras&lt;br /&gt;.A pandeireta é utilizada maiormente polas mulheres,em quase todas as músicas populares.&lt;br /&gt;Em árabe, estes instrumentos, chamam-se &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akWAPM2UqmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As pandereteiras galegas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs1UKy0Yh0M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou no Brasil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXmgVryjxuU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXmgVryjxuU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Serrote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que serve para cortar madeira, mas que também pode funcionar coma um violino, se se coloca ao jeito, como faz&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Pulpinho de Viascon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Timbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, formado por umha caixa de cobre e um parche que se golpeia cumha baqueta. Se se afina, pode reproducir notas musicais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ZOVaRyNklU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhà ei trazer mais instrumentos.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Congas, Yembês,bongós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, e algum mais que quede por aí das músicas ravaleiras. Jeitos diferentes de vibrar, frequências diferentes que se perdem no ar , e que formam ondas que chegam à praia do nosso coraçao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asmúsicas de percusao sao as melhores para entrar em trance e acadar a conexao com esse ponto de vazio infinito que fica aló, agochado no nosso centro. Esse ponto irracional e inconsciente que nos une com a natureça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aperta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6322250733495932274?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6322250733495932274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6322250733495932274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6322250733495932274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6322250733495932274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/instrumentos.html' title='Instrumentos'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rnlr_UCIXBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SaUW-UL3U4o/s72-c/percusion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6249704291196565611</id><published>2007-06-16T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:57.695Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres'/><title type='text'>Urban Trad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnPIJkCIXAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UUPwCUYYvSo/s1600-h/Urban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnPIJkCIXAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UUPwCUYYvSo/s320/Urban.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076621271593671682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Urban Trad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;é um grupo de música Belga, cumha voz feminina de raiz galega: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Verónica Codesal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O projecto nasce em maio do 2000 impulsado por &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yves Barbiuex&lt;/span&gt;. Mais tarde forom incorporando-se outros músicos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Yves Barbieux: Flauta, Gaita  direçao artística&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Veronica Codesal: Vocalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Soetkin Collier: Vocalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Philip Masure: Guitarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Michel Morvan: Batería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Dirk Naessens: Violino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Sophie Cavez: Acordeao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;* Cedric Waterschoot: Baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Segundo eles, definem-se como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Música Tradizional Europeia do século XXI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Levam participado em múltiplos festivais por todo o mundo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Festival international de Louisiane (USA), Brussel''s Eurythmix (Belgium), Dranouter Festival (B), Francofolies de Spa (B), Colors of Ostrawa (Czech Republic), Llanes al Cubo (Sp), United Islands of Praha (Czech Republic), International Festival Tilburg and Leeuwaarden Celtic Nights (The Netherlands), Andar per Musica (Italy), Triskell Festival (It), Skagen Festival (Denmark), Aymon Folk (France), Tondela Festival (Portugal), BBC Live (UK), Santiago Festival (Sp).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua base sao instrumentos acústicos: Violino, acordeao, flautas,amais do canto, sostidos por ritmos de percusoes e trebelhos modernos, que lhe dao um estilo que engancha tanto com a música de tradiçao como com a modernidade.&lt;br /&gt;A partires do ano 2004, e após o seu passo polo festival de Eurovisao de Letónia, o grupo marca um novo giro na sua música, colhendo influências de (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Escandinávia, França, Espanha, Paises do Leste da Europa ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus trabalhos, por orde de apariçao, sao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kerua&lt;br /&gt;One o Four&lt;br /&gt;Elem&lt;br /&gt;Erbalunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umha das vozes femininas de Urban Trad, é&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Verónica Codesal&lt;/span&gt;, nada em Uccle -Belgica- de pais galegos.&lt;br /&gt;Ademais de cantar com os Urban Trad, ela leva o grupo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ialma&lt;/span&gt;: grupo galego de canto ( www.ialma.be)&lt;br /&gt;É ademais, profesora do grupo galego de baile &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;" Foliada "&lt;/span&gt; ( www.muziekpublique.be).&lt;br /&gt;Umha rapariga muito aleuta, ao que se ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo as críticas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Una hija de emigrantes gallegos, Verónica Codesal, cantante, panderetera y gaitera, es la responsable de que el sonido de Urban Trad esté plagado de un sugerente aroma que nos trasporta hasta las playas y los acantilados de la más actual y atemporal de todas las Galicias. Los instrumentos acústicos esenciales en la tradición celta como el acordeón, el violín o las flautas bailan y brincan sobre contagiosas bases rítmicas y equilibradas programaciones electrónicas, desembocando en un maravilloso torrente de energía y musicalidad ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Desculpaçoes polo de&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "Panderetera"&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Gaitera"&lt;/span&gt;, mas é que a crítica vinha em castelam.&lt;br /&gt;Que malamente soa, nao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0Zpzq3ADxI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0Zpzq3ADxI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kora africana com gaita. Nao ta mal.Esta é umha peça na que convidarom a amigos de diferentes territórios musicais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoutro é dende Fisterra, aló na Bretanha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b77ZmXcikyI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b77ZmXcikyI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferentes momentos da gravaçao de Erbalunga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/20OrwoxJImY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/20OrwoxJImY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6249704291196565611?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6249704291196565611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6249704291196565611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6249704291196565611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6249704291196565611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/urban-trad.html' title='Urban Trad.'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RnPIJkCIXAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UUPwCUYYvSo/s72-c/Urban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-2806246784352816453</id><published>2007-06-13T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:58.212Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres'/><title type='text'>Vozes femininas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm--AECIW-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_LBv7jc_yY0/s1600-h/18PrimeraAraba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm--AECIW-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_LBv7jc_yY0/s320/18PrimeraAraba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075484213361794018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes dias vou tentar trazer vozes de mulheres europeias que cantam.Expresam seus sentimentos,suas emoçoes, seus desejos, cantando.&lt;br /&gt;Os jeitos sao muito variados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, tudas tem algo em comûm, e mesmo os cantos se semelham  entre sim. Porque as culturas nascem tudas da mesma raiz: A capacidade de emoçao do coraçao humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este primeiro video de hoje, quer ser umha metáfora do que pode ser a visao do mundo dende o lado "feminino", simboliçado, neste caso, pola voz grega de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Elefthéria Arvanitaki&lt;/span&gt;, fronte à visao mais "masculina", emquanto a valores sociais, nao falo de homens e mulheres, que ambos temos as duas possibilidades de ver o mundo, do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; grupo de Hiphop Rodes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hDd9myTYJg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hDd9myTYJg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, moças euskalduns ensaiando a cançao da&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "Korrika" &lt;/span&gt;ou carreira a prol da lingua euskera.&lt;br /&gt;A "Korrika" faz-se cada dous anos e tem suas normas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Korrika"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La Korrika, («corriendo» en español) es una marcha reivindicativa que se realiza corriendo por toda Euskal Herria, en apoyo a la lengua vasca, el euskera. Su promotor es la asociación de euskaltegis (academias de euskera) AEK. Se suele celebrar cada 2 años y tarda unas 2 semanas en recorrer todo el territorio. El recorrido, que suele rondar los 2.300 kilómetros varía en cada edición. La peculiaridad de esta marcha es que no para por la noche. Desde que sale hasta el final, el testigo va pasando de mano en mano y pueblo por pueblo sin detenerse en ningún momento. La primera Korrika se realizó en 1980 y desde entonces se lleva a cabo cada 2 años. En 2007 se celebró la 15ª edición.&lt;br /&gt;A la cabeza de la marcha suele ir la persona que posee el testigo. Cada kilómetro de la marcha lleva el testigo una persona o asociación que «compra los kilómetros» para ayudar económicamente. El testigo está formado por un palo de madera tallada, que se conserva desde la primera edición, y la ikurriña, formando una bandera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras el testigo, se forma la cabecera de la marcha que posee una pancarta en la cual se lee un lema, que cambia cada año. Así, en 2005 el lema elegido fue Euskal Herria euskalduntzen. Ni ere bai! («Euskaldunizando Euskal Herria. ¡Yo también!» en castellano), mientras que el de 2007 fue Heldu! Hitzari, lekukoari, elkarlanari, euskarari, herriari («¡Agárrate! A la palabra, al testigo, al trabajo en común, al euskera, al pueblo»). Tras esta pancarta se concentran el resto de participantes, que corren unos kilómetros en un gran ambiente, con música y animadores a lo largo de todo el trayecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De forma paralela, se organizan distintos actos culturales en apoyo al euskera a lo largo de todas las poblaciones por las que discurre el trayecto, desde varios meses antes. Estos actos se denominan Korrika Kulturala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15ª edición, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del 22 de marzo al 1 de abril. Desde Carranza (Vizcaya) a Pamplona (Navarra). El objetivo económico de esa edición fue la financiación de dos nuevos euskaltegis en Pamplona y en Baiona."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jraLSs7sk8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jraLSs7sk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a  voz mágica de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dulce Pontes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Povo que lavas no rio&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqWGQLKhCnc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqWGQLKhCnc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-2806246784352816453?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2806246784352816453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=2806246784352816453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2806246784352816453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/2806246784352816453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/vozes-femininas.html' title='Vozes femininas'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm--AECIW-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_LBv7jc_yY0/s72-c/18PrimeraAraba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-85349225541407936</id><published>2007-06-12T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:58.554Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>Tudo Organizado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm7SxkCIW9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pSDKrgP9BTg/s1600-h/berrogueto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075225579021163474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm7SxkCIW9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pSDKrgP9BTg/s320/berrogueto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jà podés passar polo blogue do&lt;a href="http://www.asaltoaocastelo.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Asalto ao Castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para verdes o programa, os grupos, as actividades para os mais pequenos, o cartaz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seguro que ides gostar. Os rapazes de Axvalso levam muito tempo organizando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-85349225541407936?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/85349225541407936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=85349225541407936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/85349225541407936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/85349225541407936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/tudo-organizado.html' title='Tudo Organizado'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm7SxkCIW9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pSDKrgP9BTg/s72-c/berrogueto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5749368968266673564</id><published>2007-06-12T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:58.738Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres'/><title type='text'>As voces de mulheres em Europa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm52z0CIW7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t39WFw0ohb8/s1600-h/europa_satellitenbild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm52z0CIW7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t39WFw0ohb8/s320/europa_satellitenbild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075124462606113714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vozes das mulheres resoam por toda Europa, dende os Balcaes à Serrra da Capelada.&lt;br /&gt;Velaí um exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;Dende&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Bulgaria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradiçao e modernidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img marT0"&gt;                                 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEtgaq4xnWI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=" onclick="_hbLink('RelatedVideo','ExploreMore');" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;div id="add_img" class="addtoQLRelatedIE"&gt;                                 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7fRSb7r9vk&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=#" onclick="clicked_add_icon('EEtgaq4xnWI', 1);print_quicklist_video('http://img.youtube.com/vi/EEtgaq4xnWI/2.jpg',document.getElementById('video_title_text_0_9456_399').innerHTML,'yankoulov','EEtgaq4xnWI','06:39');_hbLink('QuickList+AddTo','Watch');return false;" title="Add Video to QuickList" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEtgaq4xnWI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=" id="video_title_text_0_9456_399" rel="nofollow"&gt;Stoyan Yankoulov &amp; Elitsa Todorova&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EEtgaq4xnWI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EEtgaq4xnWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dende a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Galiza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Mercedes Peon&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u48xWx1KIME"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u48xWx1KIME" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;As Cantigueiras com Carlos Nuñez&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwt4IrKw8lw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwt4IrKw8lw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5749368968266673564?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5749368968266673564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5749368968266673564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5749368968266673564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5749368968266673564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-voces-de-mulheres-ii.html' title='As voces de mulheres em Europa'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rm52z0CIW7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t39WFw0ohb8/s72-c/europa_satellitenbild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-4551333377991915975</id><published>2007-06-09T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:58.983Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><title type='text'>Sibérie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rmp7VUCIW5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SzYrpH6NSfY/s1600-h/Russie-Siberie-Paysage-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074003536271399826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rmp7VUCIW5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SzYrpH6NSfY/s320/Russie-Siberie-Paysage-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sibérie é o nome em francês dumha das regioes mais frias e inhóspitas do planeta. Grandes estepas cubertas de neve branca e fria e rios geados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Sibérie m'était contée"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;É o título dum trabalho intimista, parisino e cum aquel de ar circense que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Manu Chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; publicou no 2004.As cançoes erao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1.- Le p'tit jardin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2.- Petite blonde du bld Brune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.- La valse à Sale Temps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4.- Les mille Paillettes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5.- Il faut manger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6.- Helno est mort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7.- J'ai besoin de la lune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8.- L'automne est làs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9.- Si loin de toi je to joue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10.- 100 000 remords &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11.- Trop tot' trop tard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12.- Te tromper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13.- Madame Banquise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14.- Les rues de l'Hiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15.- Siberie fleuve amour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16.- Les petites Planètes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17.- Te souviens tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18.- J'ai besoin de la lune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19.- Dans mon jardin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20.- Merci bonsoir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21.- Fou de toi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22.- Les yeux turquoise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23.- Siberie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tal vez, entre nós, o menos conhescido, mas, para mim, é tao fermoso, que nao me posso resistir a vos trazer algumhas cançoes que adoro.&lt;br /&gt;Ademais, o facto de ser em francês, também é um ponto ao seu favor,para mim, porque é um idioma que me parece muito fermoso.&lt;br /&gt;Estas sao as palàvras de Manu Chao para definir o trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"son letras que hablan del invierno, del amor con todas sus caras, de la agonía, de sombrías calles parisinas mojadas" y también de la muerte de Helno, cantante de Les Négresses Vertes, fallecido hace doce años."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"para mí este disco viene a ser mi particular ´Invierno en París´, porque mi Siberia particular siempre ha sido París, donde las relaciones humanas escasean, de forma cruel. Allí me pasé treinta inviernos, me juré que ya estaba bien, y ahora, asombrosamente, acabo hablando de ello".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudos passamos a nossa Sibérie particular em algúm momento da nossa vida nao é?&lt;br /&gt;E eu que acreditava em que París era a "Cidade da luz...". Tudo é relativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferente a todos os seus trabalhos anteriores, ao meu ver. 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&lt;a href="http://www.allofmp3.com/share.shtml?token=433539007&amp;amp;lang=eng&amp;group=5371&amp;album=6&amp;song=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manu Chao&lt;/strong&gt; "Siberie M`etait Conteee"— Siberie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen whole song now!&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.allofmp3.com/share.shtml?token=1493701155&amp;amp;lang=eng&amp;group=5371&amp;album=6&amp;song=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manu Chao&lt;/strong&gt; "Siberie M`etait Conteee"— Te Tromper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen whole song now!&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.allofmp3.com/share.shtml?token=625783797&amp;amp;lang=eng&amp;group=5371&amp;album=6&amp;song=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manu Chao&lt;/strong&gt; "Siberie M`etait Conteee"— La Valse Б Sale Temps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que "Monsieur Sarkozy" ia arrasar após dous anos...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QI_-8BIkbwI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QI_-8BIkbwI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-4551333377991915975?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4551333377991915975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=4551333377991915975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4551333377991915975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4551333377991915975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/sibrie.html' title='Sibérie'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rmp7VUCIW5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SzYrpH6NSfY/s72-c/Russie-Siberie-Paysage-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5116610622614124589</id><published>2007-06-04T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:59.205Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Cárpatos e Balcaes'/><title type='text'>Turkia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmPpdbuz5aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OEngl9NB4Tk/s1600-h/musicos_BU.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmPpdbuz5aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OEngl9NB4Tk/s320/musicos_BU.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072154297218885026" border="0" /&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;Seguindo com o passeio polos múltiples "Raval" que Europa tem,chegamos a um pais incrível cumha música que faz vibrar as emoçoes dende o vermelho ao anhil, passando por toda a gama de colores do arco da velha.&lt;br /&gt;É o caso de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Husnu Senlendirici&lt;/span&gt;, que, como os músicos dosa pBalcaes, utiliça o clarinete como caixa de resoancia do seu coraçao.&lt;br /&gt;Velaí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtZHFNPDsj8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtZHFNPDsj8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também um músico que utiliça sua voz para nos contar histórias dos ravaleiros mais desfavorecidos desta Europa que semelha tao rica e boa mae de tudos, mas, que, nao é assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Volkan Konak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8cQcPn2qBk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8cQcPn2qBk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou juntos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SH8yBNEcZn4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SH8yBNEcZn4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5116610622614124589?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5116610622614124589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5116610622614124589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5116610622614124589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5116610622614124589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/turkia.html' title='Turkia'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmPpdbuz5aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OEngl9NB4Tk/s72-c/musicos_BU.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5839496041113909598</id><published>2007-06-02T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:59.380Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Cárpatos e Balcaes'/><title type='text'>Ao outro lado dos balcaes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmFqnLuz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dcMIyF0mYpg/s1600-h/bouzouki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071451876792460690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmFqnLuz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dcMIyF0mYpg/s320/bouzouki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vemos que os paises da área dos Cárpatos e os Balcaes tem músicas bem peculiares.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje imos falar da&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;música grega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; umha música cheia de ritmos de dança e sospiros de montanha e mar.&lt;br /&gt;Este video é de Elhefteria Arvanitaki e Manos Ahalinotópoulos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OELWoy7tmXU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ele, vemos a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eleftheria Arvanitaki e a Manos Ahalinotópoulos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; interpretando sua música.&lt;br /&gt;Também a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haris Alexiou&lt;/span&gt;, A "Haroula", do público grego:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/InKY5e3JRfI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode esquecer esta cena de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zorba, con Sirtaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na praia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndPJRh_K2yc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia falaremos mais da música grega.&lt;br /&gt;Apertas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5839496041113909598?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5839496041113909598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5839496041113909598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5839496041113909598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5839496041113909598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/ao-outro-lado-dos-balcaes.html' title='Ao outro lado dos balcaes'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmFqnLuz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dcMIyF0mYpg/s72-c/bouzouki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5600847711174562261</id><published>2007-06-01T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:59.543Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Cárpatos e Balcaes'/><title type='text'>Danças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmAGY7uz5YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0JR_OIAuw2Y/s1600-h/tito-plese-kolo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071060205839836546" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmAGY7uz5YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0JR_OIAuw2Y/s320/tito-plese-kolo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro da música dos paises do Leste europeu, hà ritmos e danças de ritmos vertiginosos emquanto à música, mas tranquilos emquanto a movementos que adoitam ser circulares, colhidos os dançantes das maos ou do braço.&lt;br /&gt;Umha destas danças é originária de&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Sérbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mas também de dança em todos os paises do entorno: Bosnia, Croàcia, Montenegro, Moldávia, Macedónia,...&lt;br /&gt;A dança chama-se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"KOLO"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e aquí vos deixo duas mostras da sua música:&lt;br /&gt;Umha tocada com acordeao por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mirko Kodic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzjIKh0zVts" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra com violino e demais orquestra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFJ7FSSk3eY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vede agora como é esta dança num dia de festa num povo, com seus autobuses de romaria , saudos entre os vizinhos,"modelitos" de domingo,e demais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ptoc0270-AE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5600847711174562261?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5600847711174562261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5600847711174562261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5600847711174562261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5600847711174562261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/06/danas.html' title='Danças'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RmAGY7uz5YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0JR_OIAuw2Y/s72-c/tito-plese-kolo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-5668657906862821557</id><published>2007-05-30T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:57:00.137Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Cárpatos e Balcaes'/><title type='text'>Hà mais Europas que as que adoitam amosar-nos na TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rl34ELuz5WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bfhJhBeIM7Y/s1600-h/Papazov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070481506241340770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rl34ELuz5WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bfhJhBeIM7Y/s200/Papazov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rl338ruz5VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zveN-A9qdp0/s1600-h/ferusmustafov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070481377392321874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rl338ruz5VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zveN-A9qdp0/s200/ferusmustafov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De passeio polos paises do Cárpatos e os Balcaes, atopamos músicas ciganas e também judeas incriveis.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje imos falar de dous clarinetistas:&lt;br /&gt;Coma o Macedónio, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ferus Mustafov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que o mesmo toca o clarinete, o saxo, ou a flauta dos pastores.Esta, mesmo a toca com o narîs.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí vemos como toca numha festa com outros músicos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q2AsSqj2aR0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou aquí, mais intimista&lt;&lt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pov8d0LFBiU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou o búlgaro &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ivo Papazov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWTNkYagHtY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gvQ0pRMrhI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostés destas músicas, sobre tudo se nao as tinhas ouvido de antes.&lt;br /&gt;Umha aperta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-5668657906862821557?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5668657906862821557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=5668657906862821557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5668657906862821557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/5668657906862821557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/05/h-mais-europas-que-as-que-adoitam.html' title='Hà mais Europas que as que adoitam amosar-nos na TV'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rl34ELuz5WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bfhJhBeIM7Y/s72-c/Papazov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-550412995195935819</id><published>2007-05-27T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:35.339Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Cárpatos e Balcaes'/><title type='text'>Novamente ciganos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RlliILuz5UI/AAAAAAAAAII/hFEq6_i0C-Q/s1600-h/Fanfare-Skoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069190748309808450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RlliILuz5UI/AAAAAAAAAII/hFEq6_i0C-Q/s320/Fanfare-Skoda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo cigano sempre mesturou e adaptou sua musica à dos paises e lugares a onde vivem.&lt;br /&gt;Na sua música hà sempre umha mestura de alegría, dor, tristeça, paixao e até drama. tal vez porque esses sejam os parámetros da sua vida como povo ou étnia em quase todo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Após de falar aquí dos ciganos de Barcelona e a sua rumba de ventilador,gostaria de vos amosar algo de outros ciganos que moram na outra banda europeia. De Austria cara o Leste. Umhas culturas e umhas músicas fascinantes com as que empatiço totalmente, como me passa sempre com as cousas feitas por gente que nao tem recursos económicos e por esso tem algo especial que me atraz: A liverdade que da o nao ter nada a perder.&lt;br /&gt;Umha vez vi um filme &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"O extranjeiro tolo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ,que narrava a história dum moço fracês que ia a Romenia na procura dumha música que lhe ouvira a seu pai e que queria recuperar para a sua memória.&lt;br /&gt;Amais, numha ocasao, tive um aluno romanês de sete anos, chamado Remus Pipiaua, tao inocente e divertido, que nunca poderei esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Assim hoje imos começar umha viagem polas músicas ciganas do Leste, e o primeiros pais será a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Romenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de Remus.&lt;br /&gt;A banda cigana que atua hoje é a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Fanfare Ciocárlia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", un grupo de ciganos com instrumentos de vento que me lembram os anos em que os ciganos vinham polas nossas vilas da Galiza, com sua cabra, suas lindas raparigas bailarinas e sua alegria de praça pública.&lt;br /&gt;Velaí vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dt9KnMmc6vo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MsWl7eCs_E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desafio entre judeus e ciganos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bQmT1EM0Eg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-550412995195935819?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/550412995195935819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=550412995195935819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/550412995195935819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/550412995195935819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/05/novamente-ciganos.html' title='Novamente ciganos'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RlliILuz5UI/AAAAAAAAAII/hFEq6_i0C-Q/s72-c/Fanfare-Skoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8017593252018726923</id><published>2007-05-25T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:35.635Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago Manu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árabes e amazigh'/><title type='text'>C'est Facile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rlcgg7uz5TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v4_O2tVw9_M/s1600-h/akliD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068555655790716210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rlcgg7uz5TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v4_O2tVw9_M/s320/akliD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje imos falar de outro artista da Khabile que faz umha música ravaleira, ainda que nao desde Barcelona, mas de Paris. Chama-se&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Akli d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Umha música que nasce na sua aldeia, onde sua mae lhe cantava cantos tradiçonais.&lt;br /&gt;Que nos anos oitenta foge a França por mor da repressao algeriana sobre a Khabila "A Primavera da Khabila".&lt;br /&gt;Ali edita um primeiro trabalho:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anef as Trankil, no 199&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde é descuberto polo mago &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Manu Chao&lt;/span&gt; e, ele produz seu segundo trabalho: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Na Yela&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Em ele, entre risos e tristeças conta suas experiências, suas viagens, suas penas, que coincidem com as dumha época na que a gente é maiormente nómada, move-se na procura dumha vida melhor, mantendo em todo o planeta o espírito ravaleiro.&lt;br /&gt;Imos ver um trabalho onde fala do doado e do difícil que resulta , segundo os casos, ser extranjeiro. É umha versao de animaçao com desenhos de Wozniak, o dessenhador polonês dos últimos trabalhos de Manu Chao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C'est facile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gylUrEbLgtw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gylUrEbLgtw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4icqkHCGLM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4icqkHCGLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra fruto de seu contato com meninhos de Chechénia, canta ao jeito dos velhos Griots mandingas a tristeça dos meninhos da guerra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oATp5uOfMU0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oATp5uOfMU0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último, SALAM, um desejo de paz. ALEIKUM:Para Tudos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IFL05GvCtw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IFL05GvCtw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8017593252018726923?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8017593252018726923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8017593252018726923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8017593252018726923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8017593252018726923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/05/cest-facile.html' title='C&apos;est Facile'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rlcgg7uz5TI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v4_O2tVw9_M/s72-c/akliD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8046483712783585423</id><published>2007-05-19T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:35.859Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árabes e amazigh'/><title type='text'>O Rif que amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rk7D6buz5SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FMr50Zxh19Q/s1600-h/rif.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066202039482311970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rk7D6buz5SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FMr50Zxh19Q/s320/rif.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após de seis anos vivindo no Rif, nao posso evitar amar essa terra, com suas gentes, suas luitas e seus sonhos de independéncia.&lt;br /&gt;Este video é umha viagem no tempo pola cidade de Alhucemas e os seus contornos, com a presência do heroi rifenho mais venerado, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abdel Krim El Khatabb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que conseguiu unir a todas as tribos e Kabilas do Rif baixo umha bandeira,para luitar contra o ejército colonial.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim, traizoado, tivo que renunciar aos seus sonhos, como todo o povo rifenho, mas a memória pervive.&lt;br /&gt;Agora que fico aquí, presa dumha doença, nao posso viajar a que ainda é minha cidade até que junho remate.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para eles, esta homenagem de lembrança e amor, porque sempre o Rif vivirá no meu coraçao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJbuNi25hzw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8046483712783585423?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8046483712783585423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8046483712783585423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8046483712783585423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8046483712783585423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-rif-que-amo.html' title='O Rif que amo'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rk7D6buz5SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FMr50Zxh19Q/s72-c/rif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-7655910087884436488</id><published>2007-05-17T07:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:35.990Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árabes e amazigh'/><title type='text'>Amazigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RkwF4Luz5RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0RhfmRxkbPk/s1600-h/drapeau_amazigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065430143664907538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RkwF4Luz5RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0RhfmRxkbPk/s320/drapeau_amazigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Amazigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é o nome que a étnia bereber do Norte de África se dao a si mesmos. A étnia primitiva anterior às invasoes muçulmanas procedentes da península arábiga, a mesma dos habitantes aborigens das Ilhas Canárias antes da invasao espanhola caminho da grande invasao americana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazigh, amais do nome da étnia, é&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;umha lingua, um alfabeto próprio, umha cultura e, por suposto, umha música&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos amazighs hà polo Raval, e assim me consta após dos seis anos vividos no centro amazigh do norte de Marrocos, o Rif Oriental. Os rifenhos da zona de Alhucemas e Nador, pertenceriam à póla &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tarifit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no Meio Atlas vivem os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amazigh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e no valo do rio Souss e arredores-Agadir- os&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Tassoussit&lt;/span&gt;, a terceira póla amazigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada umha destas regioes tem diferentes dialectos da mesma lingua, que, entre eles e a nível coloquial, chamam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shelgha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas também hà amazighgs na &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khabília algeriana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, e nos outros paises do norte de África.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisamente, dum músico khabilenho, quero-vos falar hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chama-se Hamid Cheriet, ainda que, no mundo da música, o seu nome é&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IDIR&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que na lingua da Khabília, significa: &lt;strong&gt;Vivirá&lt;/strong&gt; e adoita dar-se-lhe a umha criança que nasce com dificuldades e sobrevive mália tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idir ia para geólogo da companhia algeriana de petróleos , mas o açar faz que um dia, cante num programa de rádio substituindo ao cantante e, desde esa, jà nao deixou de cantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esto passou no &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1973&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e ele era o filho dum pegureiro que estudava graças a os esforços do pai com suas ovelhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais tarde vai a París, como tantos músicos da Kabília, e alí grava seu primeiro trabalho: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; vava Inouva",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; música khabilenha em lingua amazigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais tarde, viriam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ay Arrac Nagh (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Le Petit village&lt;br /&gt;Les Chasseurs de lumière (1993) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1999, grava o albume "Identité&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", donde colaboran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Karen Matheson,Manu &lt;u&gt;Chao&lt;/u&gt;, Geoffrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Geoffrey Oryema" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Geoffrey_Oryema&amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oryema Brahim Izri, Thierry Titi Robin L'Orchestre National du Barbès , Dan Ar Braz, Maxime Le Forestier, Zebda e Gnawa Diffusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; entre outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais tarde, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Deux rives un rêve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( que inclue umha versao em lingua amazigh da cançao de Georges Brassens "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Les trompettes de la renommée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Entre Scène et Terre (CD+DVD) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os seus instrumentos, amais da guitarra, sao a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flauta dos pegureiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que tocava de pequeno e os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;derboukas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a percusao amazigh por excelência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um video do seu primeiro trabalho. Os amazigh sao os grandes artesaos que ainda quedam perto de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKWUoQ_W-7Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este, desde Alhoceima, minha última casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNDLb_6iKuI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninhos que me trazem lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJXO3axrBAI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dueto com Khalida Messaoudi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=e95f9a8"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=e95f9a8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao fundo, escuitam-se os aturuxos das mulheres bereberes, típicos das festas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-7655910087884436488?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/7655910087884436488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=7655910087884436488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7655910087884436488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/7655910087884436488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/05/amazigh.html' title='Amazigh'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RkwF4Luz5RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0RhfmRxkbPk/s72-c/drapeau_amazigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6884362775695673975</id><published>2007-05-08T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:36.197Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krákov'/><title type='text'>As voltas que da a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RkBXAMrA8hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-mr59Tip3LU/s1600-h/Kroke_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062141642077696530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RkBXAMrA8hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-mr59Tip3LU/s320/Kroke_gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se na entrada anterior, falava da ledícia do re-encontro com a música de Fran Pérez Narf, hoje, olha por onde, chegou a mim umha música do pais onde nos conhescemos, no 91, na Silésia Polonesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda lembro as palàvras aprendidas em polonês para nao ter que andar a fazer de galinha quando queria polo, como aquele dia quando chegamos, às tres da manhà à estaçao de comboio de Jelénia Góra e o bar era um fervedoiro de gente comendo caldo de repolo, polo, café e demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se algûm dia ides a Polónia, tendes que saber que um chà é um "herbata" um geado "lodi", umha salchicha, "kilbassa", o polo , "kurzack" e assim nao vos veredes dando-lhe às aças e cacarejando coma umha galinha fronte à barra do mostradorr, mentras o camareiro chama pola cozinheira para que veja o espectáculo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda que suposso que, agora, em plena era CEE, Polónia jà nao é o que era no 91.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem. Pois o grupo de músicos dos que vos vou falar hoje, nao é de Silésia, mas da Galitzia polonesa, aló por umha cidade preciosa com cúpulas de láminas de ouro e um dragao que bota lume na sua muralha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falo de&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Krákov, ou Cracóvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, umha cidade fermosa quando eu a conhesci, cum bairro judeu abandonado que começava a re-nascer-&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kazimierz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- uns cafés modernistas muito fermosos e numerosas galerias de arte, onde por poucos zlotys podias mercar um debujo do castelo de Bábel, ou um jinete polonês, ou um ôvo de madeira pintado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umha nuitinha, sentada na Praça, fronte à Catedral da coroa de ouro na torre, vi umha chuva de estrelas fugazes, as Perseidas, e pensei que esse era o momento mais belo da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O grupo do que falo, chámase&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KROKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kroke significa Cracóvia, em yiddish, e formou-se, olha por onde, no ano 1992.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compoe-na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomasz Lato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (contrabaixo), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomasz Kukurba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (viola) e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jerzy Bawoł&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (acordeao), velhos amigos e graduados na Académia de Música de Cracóvia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No 2003, uniu-se à banda o percusionista &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomasz Grochot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sua música tem componhentes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;klezmer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a música dos judeus askenazies de Europa Oriental, que se caracteriza por emitir soes de vozes humanas que soam como instrumentos-no primeiro tema ,se escuitades atentamente, decatarés-vos- assim como sefardís. Também influenças de jazz e música clásica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sua discografia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trío - Klezmer Acoustic Music (RIENCD04) (Oriente 1996)&lt;br /&gt;Eden (Oriente 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Live at the Pit (Oriente 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of the Vanishing World (RIENCD24) (Oriente 1999)&lt;br /&gt;Ten Pieces to Save the World (Oriente 2003)&lt;br /&gt;East Meets East (EMI 2003)&lt;br /&gt;Quartet - Live At Home (RIENCD48) (Oriente 2004) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mG3QO57mOd4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RFnBYxb8BY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6884362775695673975?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6884362775695673975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6884362775695673975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6884362775695673975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6884362775695673975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-voltas-que-da-vida.html' title='As voltas que da a vida'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RkBXAMrA8hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-mr59Tip3LU/s72-c/Kroke_gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8954577973897852825</id><published>2007-05-04T09:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:36.474Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>A fascinaçao do re-encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rjrzl8rA8gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7wLJss26HKs/s1600-h/NARF_Fran03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060624964571427330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rjrzl8rA8gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7wLJss26HKs/s320/NARF_Fran03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de nove anos vivindo ao pé do Mediterráneo, polo Raval e o Rif, volvo à esta beira atlántica húmida e verde, coma o leito dum rio, e as emoçoes apilam-se em meu coraçao coma graos de trigo numha tulha cheia a arrabentar.&lt;br /&gt;Após de viajar de Barcelona à Galiza, seguindo a Per Loca, a pele e a memória vao-se humedecendo com as lembranças e o peito ameaça estoupar coma umha gesta de chirumas amarelas na primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro a viagem mágica que fisse com os &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chévere&lt;/span&gt; a Jelénia Góra,no Sul da Polónia mineira, com parada em Praga e em Berlim, aló polo ano 91.&lt;br /&gt;Daquela, o personagem do que vos vou falar era um moço novo que colaborava com Chévere, que tocava em &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicho Varulho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, com Pepe Sendón e Carlos. Também nos&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kinindiola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Depois fundarom a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Psicofónica de Conxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, e a sua actividade fui baixando além do pai Minho , para a banda de abaixo, onde ficam nossos irmaos de língua, de cultura, e de origem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, ao ouvir as cançoes de&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Fran Pérez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Narf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, senti umha vaga de fascinaçao, de admiraçao polo incrível trabalho deste homen, que faz poesia e música como poucas vezes ouvi.&lt;br /&gt;Que une o norte e o sul do Minho numha irmandade que soa real, verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;Para que saibades mais cousas sobre tudo esto, vou trazer uns textos da sua página, porque eu agora só posso falar das emoçao do re-encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Logo deixarei-vos umhas gravaçoes para que disfrutedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"narf é a identidade máis sintética e acústica de Fran Pérez, compositor e cantor da Galiza que reparte a súa actividade entre o teatro e o rock. No teatro, recibiu diversos premios polas súas composicións, sobre todo na súa época con Chévere en espectáculos como "Rio Bravo" ou "Annus Horribilis", escritas en sociedade con Pepe Sendón. Tamén colaborou con grupos como Mofa e Befa, Compañía de María, Ollomoltranvía entre outros. Traballou e traballa profusamente en Portugal, en especial con Trigo Limpo Teatro ACERT. No rock, é membro da psicofónica de conxo, con quen leva editados dous discos: 'Psicópolis' e 'Extramundi'. Fran presentou no 2003, como compositor e director musical, o CD-ROM 'O Labirinto dos Soños" e a súa adaptación teatral en portugués, na que tamén participou como actor co grupo Trigo Limpo. Na actualidade, está a compor a música para a continuación de O Labirinto dos Soños: a serie de animación para tv, 'Ventura na Illa de Hypnos'.Resultado desta variada experiencia é esta síntese na que a canción como fórmula poética cobra un protagonismo claro, desprovisto de artificios. Acompañado apenas por dous músicos, Marcos Teira coa sua guitarra de sonoridades flamencas, e Pepe Sendón ao vibráfono e a percusión, NARF ofrece um concerto acústico no que a orixinalidade e a sinxeleza son as mellores compañeiras dunha voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Narf é o proxecto máis persoal de Fran Pérez. E para darlle forma contou con dous amigos e colaboradores de longa data. Con Pepe Sendón, Fran partillou infinidade de proxectos: desde os iniciais grupos de rock como Nicho Varullo e Os Kinindiola, ata encetar a súa carreira como compositor para teatro con Chévere ou Trigo Limpo. Últimamente comparten a creación do proxecto multimedia "O Labirinto dos Soños". Marcos Teira xa formara parte d'Os Kinindiola a principios dos 90, e logo volveuse a reunir con eles para formar "A Psicofónica de Conxo" e colaborar en moitos outros proxectos. Na actualidade, no seu traballo como NARF, o trio aposta por explorar a esencia das cancións cunha instrumentación reducida. A combinación da guitarra acústica de Fran, a guitarra flamenca de Marcos, acompañadas ben pola percusión do caixón, ben polo timbre envolvente do vibráfono de Sendón, son os lenzos nos que se arroupa a persoal voz de Fran, unha voz que por primeira vez se recrea cantando ao servizo dun proxecto á súa medida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira gravaçao que vos deixo, é muito recente.&lt;br /&gt;Pertence à sua atuaçao na homenagem a José Afonso e ao 25 de Avril celebrada em Vigo hà umhas semanas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apWDzJQ83JU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoutra é muito fermosa : Um poema de Moçambique: Quero ser tambor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxxVoQ6k4sw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8954577973897852825?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8954577973897852825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8954577973897852825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8954577973897852825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8954577973897852825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/05/fascinaao-do-re-encontro.html' title='A fascinaçao do re-encontro'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rjrzl8rA8gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7wLJss26HKs/s72-c/NARF_Fran03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-3127374513665540490</id><published>2007-04-29T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:36.590Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>Música galega em origem. Os cantos das mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RjT0c8rA8fI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cxgS4V7CoBc/s1600-h/LEILIAPEQUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058937059603968498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RjT0c8rA8fI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cxgS4V7CoBc/s320/LEILIAPEQUE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim como viamos em Barcelona como a rumba nascia nas festas dos ziganos do Bairro de Gràcia, que tocavam e cantavam em baptiços e casamentos, também na Galiza hà umha música que, em geral, era cantada por mulheres, os sábados e os domingos pola tarde, numha eira qualquera do lugar, acompanhada por pandeiretas, para juntarem-se os moços e moças e passar a tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Nestas juntanças, e mentras cantavam e tocavam as pandeireteiras, nasciam namoros, ciumes, às vezes anojos, cantigas para amolar a alguém. De tudo havia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, hà um grupo de mulheres com vozes de ouro e pandeiretas de repinique celestial que investigam e recuperam estas cantigas, dándo-lhe um estilo muito persoal e incorporando novos soes&lt;br /&gt;A mim fascina-me ouvi-las, e espero que a vós também.&lt;br /&gt;Sao Felisa, Ana, Mercedes, Montserrat e Patrícia, que formam o grupo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Leilia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem publicado quatro trabalhos, todos eles com cantigas recolhidas por toda a Galiza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Son de Leilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Madama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Leilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ademais de terem colaborado com outros grupos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste primeiro video, do grupo de folcore galego &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ruada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vemos umha mostra do que podia ser umha destas tardes de pandeiretada e dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCkWT74emjo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo vermos as versoes de Leilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sejam do vosso agrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVZBj1nlGWI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZ-bNgigcv8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXpRbm6Bu5Q" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZEw5g_ufYc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-3127374513665540490?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/3127374513665540490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=3127374513665540490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3127374513665540490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/3127374513665540490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/04/msica-galega-em-origem-os-cantos-das.html' title='Música galega em origem. Os cantos das mulheres'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RjT0c8rA8fI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cxgS4V7CoBc/s72-c/LEILIAPEQUE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8705960223249849611</id><published>2007-04-26T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:36.810Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>Pulpiño Viascon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RjDScMrA8dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7zoJ_XToNMc/s1600-h/1150532733serrucho_gran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057773763416879570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RjDScMrA8dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7zoJ_XToNMc/s320/1150532733serrucho_gran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Segundo diz a página &lt;a href="http://komunicando.net"&gt;komunikando.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Músico, compositor, actor, clowm, multi-instrumentista.Toca 12 instrumentos dos que destaca a bateria, o acordeon diatonico, o serrom, a voz e a gaita.&lt;br /&gt;Demacrados, La verguenza nacional, Zorza el griego,Os verjalludos, Escupe escapa, Irmans bochechiñas, Os diplomaticos de Monte Alto, Teck pileck (frankfurt), O jarbanzo negro (Amsterdam) son unhas das formacions nas que foi membro fundador.&lt;br /&gt;Traballou como músico clowm en circos como Kran, Roncalli (Suiza), Ateneu Nou Barris de Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;Ten colaborado en discos con “Susana Seivane” (serrom e trompeta) mares de tempo. ” Manu Chao” (serrom, trompeta, bombo, pajaritos) siberia.&lt;br /&gt;Colaboracions en concertos con:Pablo Novoa, Manu Chao, Susana Seivane, Mastretta, Siniestro Total, Os diplomaticos de Monte Alto e Tonino Carotone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Participa na Per Loca com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;In the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, onde toca todos os instrumentos ele sozinho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seus Novos projectos, seica sao:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiestas populares (Juan Navarro), teatro musical, home orquesta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Galegoz (electro-funky-salsa).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the bass (dj’s con voz) dub raga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bonovo (midi musical, con zanfona, acordeon e bat elec).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;La sonora callejera (humor musical).La rosa de piedra (rumba e boleros).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carpa de circo, Santiago de Compostela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como vedes, um todo terreo que lhe da a tudo e com muito estilo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por algo fui o ganhador este ano do&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; A Polo Ghit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, concurso promovido pola página galega Vieiros e a Radio Galega.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A ganhadora, polos votos do público, fui precisamente In the Ocean, o tema que canta e toca na Per Loca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kQegs9xCfY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgrW8_NvYkg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8705960223249849611?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8705960223249849611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8705960223249849611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8705960223249849611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8705960223249849611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/04/pulpio-viascon.html' title='Pulpiño Viascon'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RjDScMrA8dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7zoJ_XToNMc/s72-c/1150532733serrucho_gran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-4199694686714904991</id><published>2007-04-22T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:43:38.826+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>Asalto ao Castelo</title><content type='html'>O dia 7 de Julho celebrara-se em Vimianço a XII Festa Irmandinha de Asalto ao Castelo-Fortaleça da vila.&lt;br /&gt;Se querés saber mais cousas, há aberto um novo blogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asaltoaocastelo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://asaltoaocastelo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que, de seguro, vos interesará.&lt;br /&gt;Fica dito. Para quem queira visitar.&lt;br /&gt;Apertas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-4199694686714904991?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4199694686714904991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=4199694686714904991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4199694686714904991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/4199694686714904991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/04/asalto-ao-castelo.html' title='Asalto ao Castelo'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8831764590714293304</id><published>2007-04-17T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:37.013Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>Velhos amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RiSRGG6q5MI/AAAAAAAAACk/5SWq5XNzNrw/s1600-h/per+loca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054324215938475202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RiSRGG6q5MI/AAAAAAAAACk/5SWq5XNzNrw/s320/per+loca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois sim. Velhos amigos ravaleiros de Mar del Plata, apontarom-se também a caminhar pola Per Loca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os Ché Sudaka cantando em galego:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A morrinha nao é umha enfermidade"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena escuitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se nao, julgade por vós mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda que só seja umha cançao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=8958824"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=8958824&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-8831764590714293304?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8831764590714293304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=8831764590714293304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8831764590714293304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/8831764590714293304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/04/velhos-amigos.html' title='Velhos amigos'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RiSRGG6q5MI/AAAAAAAAACk/5SWq5XNzNrw/s72-c/per+loca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-6761280143010297553</id><published>2007-04-10T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:37.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>Zënzar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RhtvvG6q5LI/AAAAAAAAACc/tumXlYWm4B8/s1600-h/zenzar_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051754262127371442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RhtvvG6q5LI/AAAAAAAAACc/tumXlYWm4B8/s320/zenzar_1.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"QUÉN É ZËNZAR&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Da terra das sombras e da escuridade…" Así foi como empezou todo aló polo principio do outono , na Meirama do 1987. Ben é certo que os "artistas" agora coñecidos como ZENZAR, non tiñan o mesmo nome como grupo. MÖRDOR foi o primeiro nome elexido.&lt;br /&gt;Como curiosidade a primeira canción que todos se puxeron de acordo en tocar foi unha versión do "Jumpin Jack Flash" que cantaba Tabe (J. Antonio) en castelán. As primeiras composicións propias foron "Fuera de Lugar", "Cosa Blanca", todo un clásico, daquela aínda en evolución, e hoxe en día regrabado no que é o último disco da banda.&lt;br /&gt;No nadal do 1988 Mördor debuta no pub NON SEI de A Silva en formación de sexteto, ca cal chegarían ata xuño do 1991, momento no que pasan a cuarteto, ao abandoar o grupo Manuel Jesús (teclados) e Luis (guitarra), por distintos motivos. Isto pasou despois de tocar en sitios como o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redetic.com/zenzar/cronicas/picolinos.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picolinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Cerceda), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redetic.com/zenzar/cronicas/plato.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Discoteca Plató&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Calle de Cristal), no 1º Festival Rock de Meirama, semente para o Festival de Cerceda. De todo o máis destacado foi unha grabación que se fixo dunha actuación en Meirama en marzo do 1990, non tanto pola calidade da mesma, xa que foi feita nun casete portátil, senon como documento histórico, posto que é a única en forma de sexteto, e porque nela se poden escoitar as primeiras cancións do grupo, tanto propias coma as versións empregadas para completar repertorio (Tiempos Nuevos de Ilegales, La chica de ayer de Nacha Pop, Lucille, flor de luna de Santana, etc.), nada que ver co camiño tomado máis tarde polo grupo, pero así son os principios…&lt;br /&gt;No verán do 1993 prodúcese o troco de nome, por motivos legais, pasando a chamarse, xa para sempre, ZENZAR. Esto ocorre pouco despois de grabar a finais do 1992, ainda como Mördor, a sua 1ª maketa baixo o título de "Contos e Lendas de Terra Adentro", incluindo cinco temas, xa verdadeiros clásicos no seu repertorio, tamén dou que falar a portada onde a policia local de Cerceda persegue a uns ladróns no seu famoso Mercedes. No 93 aparecen dous temas no vinilo "Rock Na Costa Da Morte", recopilatorio onde participan seis bandas coruñesas da zoa, ningunha das cales segue en activo na actualidade excepto ZENZAR. Nesta época o grupo xa da multitude de concertos por toda a provincia coruñesa. Por daquela o grupo xa empeza a ser valorado fora do seu entorno habitual, sobre todo na zoa da Costa da Morte onde fan bastantes actuacións.&lt;br /&gt;E así chegamos o 1995 ano no que editan a súa 2ª maketa "Fascinados polo Prohibido", composto de oito temas .Nela xa se ve claramente por onde vai ZENZAR, Rock contundente e letras en galego. Algún tema dela converteuse en obligado no repertorio coma "O Blues da gorxa seca" ou "Bourando". Aquí compre destacar os dous concertos con Extremoduro e outros con Platero y Tu, Boikot, Manolo Kabezabolo, Barón Rojo, etc. Saindo a tocar por tada a xeografía galega.&lt;br /&gt;No 1997 prodúcese a saída á rúa do seu primeiro L.P. "Disparados o Futuro", composto de doce temas grabados nos Estudios Fussión de Vigo, con Xavier Abreu de técnico. ZENZAR reafírmase no seu Rock potente edifícil de catalogar, onde predominan as letras combativas, de denuncia social, ecoloxía e manexos políticos. Este é un disco no que a pesares da variedade estilística apreciase unha linea homoxenea e persoal que fai del unha colección de cancións que encaixan perfectamente unha tras outra.&lt;br /&gt;O grupo fai unha extensa xira de presentación que se prolonga nos dous anos seguintes, onde destaca a participación no primeiro Alen Galicia na Illa de Arousa, e no 1º Santi Rock en Compostela.&lt;br /&gt;Neste mesmo ano 97 colaboran en dous recopilatorios: Bamban Vol. II e 8 anos de Sequestros con un tema en cada un.&lt;br /&gt;Unha vez rematada esa xira o grupo entra nunha pequena fase de letargo onde se actúa menos e se buscan novas ideas para novas composicións, agora xa ca axuda do novo guitarrista Mario Grela, incorporado xa a xira "Bourando" do disco "Disparados ó Futuro", aportación que se fará notar tanto no directo coma no estudio de grabación, contribuindo firmemente a compactar a música da banda nas súas aparicións en directo.&lt;br /&gt;Deste xeito na primaveira do 2001 sae a lus o segundo longa duración da banda, una autoprodución do grupo tamén grabada nos estudios de X. Abreu, que baixo o título de: "Todo Vai Ben" , agrupa trece cancións ben tocadas e cantadas todas elas en galego. Unhas cheas de forza e enerxía (Chove, Johnny, Nin un día máis, Ratos no horreo), outras que combinan tempos medios con outros momentos de gran contundencia (Chegando a casa, Camilo, Cheira mal,…). As curiosidades son a inclusión en dous temas de instrumentos tradicionais como a gaita de Xan " Papaqueixos" en Todos me queren e o acordeón de R. Sanjurjo "Diplomáticos do monte alto" en A banda do coche encarnado. Letras irónicas e críticas, contra o caciquismo, a destrucción do medio, contra o poder e a hipocresía. . Unha ironía xa presente na portada, presidida polo lume e a morte, na que asasinos e torturadores sorrin á cámara. E na contraportada onde as vacas revolucionarias ameazan con tomar a propia catedral de Santiago, mentras a cidade arde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redetic.com/zenzar/cronicas/badulake.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todo elo fai deste un disco que abrangue todas as tendencias do rock, pero sempre co selo persoal de ZENZAR.&lt;br /&gt;O disco recibe moi boa acollida por parte do público e da crítica, aínda que non alcance vendas moi importantes posto que como se dixo non conta con distribución oficial e so coa promoción que fai o grupo nos concertos e outros poucos medios ó seu alcance.&lt;br /&gt;Nada máis sair á rúa o grupo emprendeu a xira máis longa dende que ZENZAR existe, non sin moitos esforzos, pois foi totalmente autoxestionada , así ó final do ano foron perto de corenta os concertos feitos.&lt;br /&gt;Compre destacar un por riba de todos: o día da patria galega, o 25 de xullo en Compostela, diante de miles de persoas entusiasmadas, con gañas de festa, que disfrutaron como nunca da música do grupo.&lt;br /&gt;Outros a destacar foron o Grelo Folc en Monfero, o I festival Ordes-rock, o 1º festival música en tempos en Pontevedra e o festival ponte louco en Castro Caldelas-Ourense.&lt;br /&gt;A historia segue e o tempo non se detén, xa estamos no 2002. Unha vez rematada a xira de presentación, un remate non exento de incidencias, que fixo que quedara algún concerto pendente. Primeiro pola enfermidade do baixista, ó que sustituiu Anxo de "Sensacha", grupo veciño de Cerceda, e posteriormente pola do cantante .&lt;br /&gt;Pois ben, unha vez todos repostos o grupo decidese a plasmar en disco oito temas preparados ó longo dos primeiros meses do ano. A grabación ten lugar na última semán de marzo nos estudios Bonhan de A Coruña. ….&lt;br /&gt;Unha vez gravado, o CD sae a rúa en xuño de 2002.&lt;br /&gt;Os resultados foron os esperados, a estas alturas van entre ventas e promoción uns 700 exemplares distribuídos, tendo en conta que era un disco máis para fans, onde se facía un percorrido por temas inéditos rescatados dende os principios do grupo.&lt;br /&gt;Unha vez feito este traballo o grupo reláxase un pouco, non se fai ningunha xira específica para presentar o disco, debido a natureza do mesmo, como xa quedou dito.&lt;br /&gt;De todos xeitos hai bastante actividade ó longo do ano con un total de once concertos, destacando a primeira incursión en Madrid na Sala Siroco, xunto con outros grupos como Salida Nula, Hirurko e Kambotes. Este ano veu marcado polo afundimento do Prestige, e como non Zenzar participou a finais do ano e dous concertos solidarios que resultaron todo un éxito (pub A Roda deMalpica e Disco-Pub Non Sei de Cerceda).&lt;br /&gt;O 2003 e 2004 son anos de transición, non hai moita actividade en canto a concertos e no grupo empeza a plantexarse a necesidade de poñerse a traballar seriamente nun novo disco para darlle continuidade a esta historia, traballo que comeza no inverno de 2004, inverno que se presentou máis accidentado do esperado: primeiro suspéndese o concerto previsto na Mardi-Gras de A Coruña, por enfermidade repentina de dous compoñente do grupo (este concerto por fin se levou a cabo en outubro deste ano 2005 e por certo con grande éxito de público) , despois e para sorpresa dalgúns M. Silveira, guitarrista do grupo decide deixar o grupo, e para rematar o ano pecha o Badulake, emblemático local de Ordes centro de reunión dos rockeiros da zona ó longo de cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;Diante deste panorama os restantes membros do grupo deciden tirar pa diante , e así entramos no 2005, ano que resultou ser bastante frutífero xa que se consegue rematar case nun cen por cen o traballo de composición dos novos temas , agora xa con Mario como único guitarrista . Este novo formato tamén é posto a proba en directo con dous concertos na primavera e o mencionado da Mardi Gras en outubro, resultando todos un auténtico éxito que sorprende ó propio grupo, temeroso de que se notara en demasía a falta dunha guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;Rematado o 2005 agora o grupo dedícase a engraxar a maquinaria para entrar en estudio a dar o máximo para o novo disco.&lt;br /&gt;En canto ó 2006 o mais destacable é a gravación do novo traballo de grupo "Sigue...E Dalle", por suposto con Xabier Abreu no seu novo estudio de Nigrán. E é o mais destacable por que esto provocou unha revitalización do grupo e a volta de forma regular aos escenarios, dende a presentación do disco na Sala Nunca Mais de Ordes o 30 de xuño, pasando a continuación por bastantes festivais, a pesar da tardanza na saída do novo traballo da banda, xa ás portas do verán.Tamén hai que destacar como factor revitalizador a incorporación definitiva ó grupo de Paco Cerdeira á guitarra, despois de ter colaborado no disco. Todo isto trouxo unha evolución no son de directo de Zenzar e vai ir provocando unha paulatina transformación do seu repertorio (cuestión de supervivencia). En canto ó disco despois de seis meses de existencia non para de recibir boas críticas en canto á producción (teñamos en conta que levaba incorporado un DVD bastante completo e traballado por Videa Films) e tamén hai uns cantos temas que xa figuran como obrigatorios no repertorio da banda (Tiven un bar, Doutor, Dalle, Tempos Novos, ...). Polo tanto foi un ano moi positivo, para Zenzar e para a música galega en xeral (nunca tantos disco se editaran e tantos en galego), e tendo en conta que o disco aínda é relativamente fresco agardamos que o 2007 sexa bastante axetreado e que consolide a nova formación do grupo para proxectos futuros e para agrandar a lenda..&lt;br /&gt;(continuará). "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a história da evoluçao do grupo Zënzar, outro dos que caminharom pola Per Loca, feito por eles mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Umha evoluçao que vai desde tocar temas clásicos em castelam, ou mesmo versoes de Carlos Santana e outros, a criar um estilo próprio, cheio de energia, puramente galego no que atinge à força puramente atlántica e brava das terras de Meirama e Cerceda, onde iniciam sua andaina musical.&lt;br /&gt;É um grupo que transmite muita força e muita catarse ao estilo galego da Costa da Morte, rachar com tudo e imitar ao oceano quando se enraiba e bate nos cons da ribeira coma umha tralha sem freio.&lt;br /&gt;Da sua participaçao na Per Loca, traio este tema &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"O Padriño"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que fala dos padrinhos que na Galiza proliferaram desde hà séculos:&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro os nobres, mais tarde os fidalgos, depois os caciques e agora os mafiosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lermbro umha cena do filma de l. Visconti "Il Gatopardo", no que Burt Lancaster, fidalgo vido a menos, dizia:&lt;br /&gt;" Rematou o tempo dos lobos. Agora vem o das hienas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa frase refere-se a Sicília, mas penso que na Galiza tem a mesma validez.&lt;br /&gt;Os galegos que leiam, hao de perceber do que falo.&lt;br /&gt;Para os de fóra, explicarei.&lt;br /&gt;Rematou o tempo dos lobos, senhores nobres que nos dominabam- No escudo de Vimianço há umha cabeça de lobo dos Moscoso- e agora ficam as hienas do narcotráfico encuberto, o dinheiro negro, a explotaçao dos operários e a especulaçao.&lt;br /&gt;Bem.&lt;br /&gt;Deixovos a ligaçao ao tema dos Zënzar, e algúm video para que os vejades em vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Saudaçoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=e6a621b"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=e6a621b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_OvVDxpvKI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/swa0w_qPdbc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nruxjPzTAZI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543115065357923650-6761280143010297553?l=historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/feeds/6761280143010297553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543115065357923650&amp;postID=6761280143010297553&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6761280143010297553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543115065357923650/posts/default/6761280143010297553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasderavaleiros.blogspot.com/2007/04/znzar.html' title='Zënzar'/><author><name>rifenha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009180698803570764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://my.opera.com/alquimia/picture.pl?xscale=220'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/RhtvvG6q5LI/AAAAAAAAACc/tumXlYWm4B8/s72-c/zenzar_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543115065357923650.post-8866804748734651939</id><published>2007-03-31T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:58:37.243Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Galiza.Meu Pais'/><title type='text'>A Matraca Perversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rg_S3X-RsXI/AAAAAAAAACM/8AV2gHFKK40/s1600-h/matracafestactiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048485556075475314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rg_S3X-RsXI/AAAAAAAAACM/8AV2gHFKK40/s320/matracafestactiva.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro dos grupos galegos que participam na A Per Loca, é&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"A Matraca Perversa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se pescudamos num dicionário galego a palavra Matraca, atopamos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rg_TQH-RsYI/AAAAAAAAACU/U76sNrWNvAk/s1600-h/matraca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048485981277237634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-j29ELU5NQQ/Rg_TQH-RsYI/AAAAAAAAACU/U76sNrWNvAk/s320/matraca.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Instrumento de madeira formado de tabuinhas com argolas móveis que se agitam para fazer barulho ou dar sinal e que substituem a campainha nas festas da Semana Santa de alguns países."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou boa de escuitar as matracas pola tempo da Semana Santa, na igreja de Vimianço, aló pola minha infáncia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas esta matraca, é diferente, porque é perversa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perversa de música, ritmos e reivindicaçao:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;“É a Matraca un enxendro conscente de que naceu para incordiar, molestar aos poderosos, denunciar as inxustizas sociais, o caciquismo, para chuspirlle na cara ao fascismo…é a Matraca unha parte mais dun colectivo social nacido entre A Estrada e os barrios populares de Vite, Vista Alegre, Caranza e que ante todo fai unha música para festexar, para pasalo ben, para reivindicar unha cultura.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se querés saber mais, em &lt;a href="http://www.komunikando.net"&gt;komunikando&lt;/a&gt;, podemos ler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Como moitos outros grandes proxectos, a idea que logo se convertería na Matraca Perversa nace nun bar. A cidade de Santiago de Compostela sirveu de escenario para que Iago, Marcos e Sevi xuntaran forzas cun grupo de músicos de Santiago e A Estrada para daren lugar a unha primeira formación da Matraca Perversa no ano 2002, a cal gravaría o primeiro CD da Banda titulado “Mass Circus Media”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con este primeiro traballo discográfico e tras unha extensa xira de presentacións a Matraca adquiriu dimensión en Galicia, participando dunha serie de festivais de música autóctona desta comunidade autónoma e cooperando con diferentes grupos de artistas trala catástrofe do Prestige, feito que se transformou en paradigma do grupo que dende as letras de mass circus media denunciaba a manipulación levada a cabo polos medios galegos durante este período.&lt;br /&gt;Tras ese primeiro traballo, no 2004, a banda embarcouse na producción do seu segundo CD, “Evolucionarios”. Para este novo disco, e gracias á repercusión que logrou a banda neste período, tocando en cada recuncho de Galicia, púidose contar coa colaboración de outros artistas consagrados da rexión entre os que destacan Uxía Pedreira, Xurxo Souto, Maseda, e Mario Túzaros, entre outros. O disco estivo rematado a finais principios do 2005 e durante ese ano, unha nova formación da Matraca Perversa presentou a obra en Galicia e no País Vasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trala partida dalgúns membros e a conseguinte chegada de novos músicos, a Matraca Perversa continúa dando concertos en Galicia e ten previstas para este 2006 presentacións en diferentes comunidades do territorio español así como tamén, as primeiras xiras internacionais que os levarán ata México, Cuba, e Arxentina, ademais de gravar un novo disco que estará listo entre finais do 2006 e comezos do 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Dende 2002 e ata hoxe a Matraca foi cultura dunha grande apertura tanto estilística coma ideolóxica, permitindo así que a súa música, chamada “fusión”, mesture recursos dos más variados xéneros, e reivindicando a liberdade individual como única alternativa ao despotismo de calquera orientación política. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois esso. Que a Matraca nasceu num bar,para matraquear nas festas e fazer o que lhe deia a gana como jeito de reivindicar a liverdade fronte às ditaduras das opinioes dos demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umha matraca livre e livertária, que soa assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus artífices sao:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mariano ----- baixo e coros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Iago ---------- percusoes e coros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cholo -------- voz e guitarra acústica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Koki-----------voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Martin---------Saxo Tenor e coros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Manu-----------Trompeta e coros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pablito-----------Bateria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Matias----------Guitarra e coros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Alex ---------- teclados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Olivier ------- flauta, saxo alto e coros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Mondo va benne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=be227ea"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=be227ea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite de Verbena:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=90f44cf"&gt;http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=90f44cf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem que dizer tem que adoro sua música. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para esso conhesci a alegria e os tormentos do amor por primeira vez nas verbenas da Costa da Morte.&lt;/div
