<?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-14187098</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:09.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yvan Freitas Cunha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yfcba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yfcba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YFC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02255398863397707124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14187098.post-114445395514530254</id><published>2006-04-07T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:52:35.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/400/%23-30-A_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A natureza em estado selvagem provoca paz na alma porque não precisa de ajuda; está além dos expedientes humanos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Edward Wilson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/400/%23-33-A_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14187098-114445395514530254?l=yfcba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/114445395514530254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/114445395514530254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yfcba.blogspot.com/2006/04/natureza-em-estado-selvagem-provoca.html' title=''/><author><name>YFC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02255398863397707124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14187098.post-113579458539465837</id><published>2005-12-28T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:29:45.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Canto de Um Povo de Um Lugar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/1600/Nascer%20do%20Sol_mod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/400/Nascer%20do%20Sol_mod1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Todo dia o sol se levanta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E a gente canta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ao sol de todo dia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/400/IMG_0043_mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fim da tarde a terra cora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E a gente chora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Porque finda a tarde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Quando a noite a lua mansa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E a gente dança&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Venerando a noite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Caetano Veloso)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14187098-113579458539465837?l=yfcba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/113579458539465837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/113579458539465837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yfcba.blogspot.com/2005/12/canto-de-um-povo-de-um-lugar.html' title='&quot;Canto de Um Povo de Um Lugar&quot;'/><author><name>YFC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02255398863397707124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14187098.post-112688382387415373</id><published>2005-09-16T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:27:43.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Instalação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/1600/Project11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/400/Project11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Modalidade: Instalação&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Técnica: Fotografia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tamanho: 20cm x 30cm cada fotografia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significado da palavra Fenomenologia segundo Michaelis (Moderno Dicionário da Língua Portuguesa):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fe.no.me.no.lo.gi.a&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt;sf   (fenômeno+logo2 +ia1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;p us&lt;/em&gt; Ramo de uma ciência, o qual trata da descrição e classificação de seus fenômenos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Med&lt;/em&gt; O mesmo que sintomatologia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Filos&lt;/em&gt; Em Hegel, espécie de autobiografia do espírito, que transita do conhecimento sensível ao verdadeiro saber; em Husserl, método filosófico que visa a apreender as essências absolutas das coisas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14187098-112688382387415373?l=yfcba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/112688382387415373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/112688382387415373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yfcba.blogspot.com/2005/09/instalao.html' title='Instalação'/><author><name>YFC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02255398863397707124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14187098.post-112329828317092459</id><published>2005-08-06T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:22:04.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Instalação I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salões Regionais de Artes Plásticas da Bahia - 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etapa Porto Seguro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/400/ProjectT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Modalidade: Instalação&lt;br /&gt;Técnica: Fotografia e manipulação digital&lt;br /&gt;Tamanho: 2,2m (altura) x 1,0m (largura)&lt;br /&gt;Tamanho de cada fotografia: 15cm x 21cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14187098-112329828317092459?l=yfcba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/112329828317092459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/112329828317092459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yfcba.blogspot.com/2005/08/instalao-i.html' title='Instalação I'/><author><name>YFC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02255398863397707124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14187098.post-112147167136062547</id><published>2005-07-15T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:17:00.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/1600/#"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/320/%23%2024%20A111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Coqueiros a observar o Por do Sol, e eu a observar os coqueiros observando o Por do Sol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/320/AM%20018%20%23%2033%20%28Categoria%20Natureza%2911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/1600/AM%20018"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"O tempo não para no porto&lt;br /&gt;Não apita na curva&lt;br /&gt;Não espera ninguém&lt;br /&gt;O medo correndo nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tanta coisa para trás&lt;br /&gt;E a gente fica de mãos cheias&lt;br /&gt;Com coisas que não valem mais&lt;br /&gt;E fica um gosto de usado&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo que nem se provou&lt;br /&gt;A gente dormiu acordado&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo depressa passou"&lt;br /&gt;(Desconheço a autoria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/1276/320/Por%20do%20Sol%2001011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Há momentos que ficam para sempre em nossa história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não importa se foram poucos, não importa se foram rápidos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o importante é que foram vividos e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; serão lembrados por muito tempo...” (Desconheço a autoria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14187098-112147167136062547?l=yfcba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/112147167136062547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14187098/posts/default/112147167136062547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yfcba.blogspot.com/2005/07/contemplaes.html' title='Contemplações'/><author><name>YFC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02255398863397707124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
