<?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-8710751933231796175</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:10:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marcelo BUAINAIN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-4478653214232568114</id><published>2010-06-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:19:18.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/TB4-zZdeICI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HPJ3T0DICtk/s1600/Jos%C3%A9+Saramago+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/TB4-zZdeICI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HPJ3T0DICtk/s400/Jos%C3%A9+Saramago+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484890448912588834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;Para muitos, ao longo dos últimos 10 anos essa imagem do escritor José Saramago se tornou  conhecida, porém poucos sabem da sua história e autoria. O autor não é desconhecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;O ponto de partida é Lisboa, cidade onde vivi praticamente toda a década de 90. Foi nessa ocasião que tive oportunidade de formar uma parceria com a jornalista Cristina Duran que pautava os entrevistados e eu os fotografava. Momentos especiais foram vividos e compartilhados nas &lt;i&gt;tascas&lt;/i&gt; e em nossas residências situadas no bairro de Alfama, quase a beira do rio Tejo. Deste elo profissional e amizade tivemos o privilégio de fotografar várias celebridades, entre elas Wim Wender, Pedro Almodóvar, Bernardo Bertolucci, Irène Jacob entre tantos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Tomado por uma certa insatisfação com os clichês fotográficos, concebi o projeto "CARAS E PESSOAS", cuja proposta era apresentar uma personalidade portuguesa sob duas óticas: uma face que espelhasse o normal e a outra, a exemplo da famosa fotografia de Albert Einstein, o insólito, o inusitado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Já em campo, empunhando uma Hasselblad e um estúdio ambulante, retratei o então presidente Mário Soares, a atriz Eunice Munhoz, o ator Joaquim de Almeida, o amigo e escritor Pedro Paixão, o pianista Bernardo Sassetti, o cineasta João Botelho, a cantora de fado Amália Rodrigues e entre tantos outros, João Fiadeiro, Sérgio Godinho, Rui Chafes, Pedro Cabrita, Ana Salazar, Jorge Molder e Júlio Pomar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Sensibilizado com o drama humana narrado no livro &lt;i&gt;Ensaio sobre a Cegueira, idealizei &lt;/i&gt;para o projeto Caras e Pessoas um retrato do escritor Saramago, enfatizando os olhos, a cegueira, a visão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Em 25 de fevereiro de 1996, no bairro de Alfama em Lisboa, na residência da jornalista Cristina Duran, tive a oportunidade de focar os olhos e a alma de José Saramago, expressos nesse retrato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Saramago, a nossa gratidão por acreditar na possibilidade e realização desta imagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcelo Buainain, 19 de Junho de 2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710751933231796175-4478653214232568114?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/4478653214232568114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/4478653214232568114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2010/06/jose-saramago.html' title='José Saramago'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/TB4-zZdeICI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HPJ3T0DICtk/s72-c/Jos%C3%A9+Saramago+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-5454929642290269927</id><published>2009-09-16T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:44:02.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSIÇÃO BRESSONIANAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/SrDdCOAXg_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/MWp2meBEric/s1600-h/BRESSONIANAS+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/SrDdCOAXg_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/MWp2meBEric/s400/BRESSONIANAS+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382044584896857074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/SrDdBvdN4aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xiqTWu8Puzc/s1600-h/BRESSONIANAS+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/SrDdBvdN4aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xiqTWu8Puzc/s400/BRESSONIANAS+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382044576696361378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre hoje, SESC SP Pinheiros, duas exposição: Cartier Bresson e Bressonianas, na qual faço parte. Para aqueles que estiverem ou passarem por SP, fica o convite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710751933231796175-5454929642290269927?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/5454929642290269927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/5454929642290269927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2009/09/exposicao-bressonianas.html' title='EXPOSIÇÃO BRESSONIANAS'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/SrDdCOAXg_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/MWp2meBEric/s72-c/BRESSONIANAS+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-5172087033266195097</id><published>2009-06-13T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:59:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORTRAIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/SjRLZIkxacI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ueUZ1OaVSUY/s1600-h/2327FT19ALT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/ShBh2DQv7sI/AAAAAAAAARA/ByKz0aMYjZg/s400/1740FT33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336873139650424514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710751933231796175-1691631277132353075?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/1691631277132353075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/1691631277132353075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-tibet.html' title='FREE TIBET'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/ShBi68Jh9vI/AAAAAAAAASo/uq2wXuxMwNw/s72-c/1685FT09ACT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-6438692443278182082</id><published>2007-09-02T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:56:23.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIA no MON - Museu Oscar Nieymeyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rtq_hnGzhxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tvHV5hm4mYs/s1600-h/mon+india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rtq_hnGzhxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tvHV5hm4mYs/s400/mon+india.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105603711731992338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para aqueles que estiverem em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Curitiba&lt;/span&gt; ou de passagem pela capital paranaese a exposição &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIA - QUANTOS OLHOS TEM UMA ALMA&lt;/span&gt; estará em cataz no &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Museu Oscar Nieymeyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, até dia 14 de Outubro. A mostra é composta de 61 fotografias, texto e legendas na íntegra. O livro poderá ser adquirido na loja do Museu ou no site da livraria cultura.&lt;br /&gt;( http://www.livrariacultura.com.br )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710751933231796175-6438692443278182082?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/6438692443278182082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/6438692443278182082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2007/09/india-no-mon-museu-oscar-nieymeyer.html' title='INDIA no MON - Museu Oscar Nieymeyer'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rtq_hnGzhxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tvHV5hm4mYs/s72-c/mon+india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-8224258483135247420</id><published>2007-08-03T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:37:38.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHIA SAGA E MISTICISMO 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CULTURA DOS MUTILADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOqNkPmIeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/I-YWKUV1d5s/s1600-h/1772ft26ATL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 439px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOqNkPmIeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/I-YWKUV1d5s/s400/1772ft26ATL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094602753530274274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O desfibramento do sisal&lt;/span&gt;, executado nas obsoletas máquinas paraibanas, é a etapa de produção responsável pela mutilação de mãos e braços de aproximadamente dois mil trabalhadores, homens e crianças, segundo estatísticas do final do século XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1985, o governo brasileiro, pressionado a solucionar esse problema, baixa uma portaria obrigando o uso de um dispositivo de segurança e incentiva a pesquisa para construção de equipamentos mais seguros. Entretanto, o descaso é grande: o dispositivo implantado é ineficaz, além de diminuir a produtividade, e novas máquinas nunca foram fabricadas. Desprotegidos pelas leis trabalhistas, os trabalhadores do sisal não têm direito a aposentadoria, a férias remuneradas nem a assistência médica e são muitos os casos de mutilados que não conseguiram se aposentar pela Previdência Social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este trabalhador, Elias Balbino Gonçalvez, 76 anos, é natural de Valente e começou em 1948 a trabalhar nos campos do sisal. Em 1953, foi vítima do mutilamento, o terceiro caso da região.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Povoado Junco de Valente, 1999-2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOq5UPmIfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fDDU-ZDwcBo/s1600-h/1809ft31ACTL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 469px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOq5UPmIfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fDDU-ZDwcBo/s400/1809ft31ACTL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094603505149551090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do cultivo da planta do sisal até a sua industrialização&lt;/span&gt;, sucessivas etapas ocorrem sendo o sistema de corte decisivo para a produtividade. No Brasil, o método de corte empregado é incorreto, rudimentar e desprovido de técnicas, baseado apenas na tradição. Esse é um dos principais fatores pelo qual a produção de sisal plantado no país permanece cerca de 50% abaixo do seu potencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Município de Valente, 1999-2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOrs0PmIgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P0fxjLlFk8Q/s1600-h/1832ft30ATL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 439px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOrs0PmIgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P0fxjLlFk8Q/s400/1832ft30ATL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094604389912814082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma etapa bem definida na cadeia de produção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do sisal&lt;/span&gt; é a seleção das fibras que são agrupadas em diferentes lotes, em função do comprimento, limpeza, cor e outros critérios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa atividade é geralmente realizada pelas mulheres que laboram em condições insalubres, vulneráveis a doenças pulmonares devido à excessiva quantidade de pó produzido pela fibra do sisal. Alguns trabalhadores, mais precavidos, procuram amenizar os riscos com a improvisação de máscaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Município de Valente, 1999-2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOyakPmIhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xvDMN5dQGdI/s1600-h/1839ft29T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 439px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOyakPmIhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xvDMN5dQGdI/s400/1839ft29T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094611772961595922" 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/8710751933231796175-8224258483135247420?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/8224258483135247420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/8224258483135247420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2007/08/bahia-saga-e-misticismo-ii.html' title='BAHIA SAGA E MISTICISMO 2'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RrOqNkPmIeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/I-YWKUV1d5s/s72-c/1772ft26ATL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-1719755110248377513</id><published>2007-07-17T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:44:06.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHIA SAGA E MISTICISMO I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0E139PT3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jsp3PXhrZ7o/s1600-h/2076ft07CLT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 436px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0E139PT3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jsp3PXhrZ7o/s400/2076ft07CLT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088228477598912370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As imagens e textos de BAHIA - SAGA e MISTICISMO representam parte do conteúdo de um livro publicado na europa, em 2001, e fazem parte do acervo do Centro Português de Fotografia (CPF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rpz_nH9PT0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ni3SsA6zhNo/s1600-h/1256ft20CTL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rpz_nH9PT0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ni3SsA6zhNo/s400/1256ft20CTL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088222726637702978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;peregrinação&lt;/span&gt; aos locais sagrados é um ato religioso de sacrifício, honra e louvor. É comum nas romarias, as penitências revestidas de fé e gratidão serem oferecidas em troca de graças recebidas. Em uma das grutas do santuário de Bom Jesus da Lapa, esta criança vestida de noiva, num gesto de sacrifício, expressa a fé e o estado de graça alcançados pelos seus familiares.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio São Francisco, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0IuH9PT4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/xweEd0LEPIY/s1600-h/1869ft13LT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0IuH9PT4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/xweEd0LEPIY/s400/1869ft13LT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088232742501437314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Há &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grutas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;na terra que decantam as grandezas do céu”. A de Belém é o berço do Redentor da Humanidade, a de Lurdes é o santuário de Maria. A de Bom Jesus da Lapa é um prodígio da natureza incrustada no coração do sertão baiano, um templo de misericórdia e esperança para milhares de fiéis que a visitam para cumprir sua promessas e implorar novas graças e benções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No interior do Santuário, na gruta do Bom Jesus, os devotos diante da Pia Batismal louvam o Divino Espírito Santo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bom Jesus da Lapa. Rio São Francisco, 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0DXX9PT2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NriwXWnwVYc/s1600-h/2075ft30LT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0DXX9PT2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NriwXWnwVYc/s400/2075ft30LT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088226854101274466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;De um lado do atlântico, o negro da África era tratado como boçal, vendido como mercadoria viva e traficado para o Brasil nos fétidos porões dos navios negreiros. Do outro lado do mesmo oceano, o negro - quando sobrevivente - era submetido aos trabalhos mais pesados e horrendos da história, aos açoites sem limites e a segregação. Há 500 anos carregando as cicatrizes da escravidão, o negro, ainda forte, nobre e delicado, em manifestação de fé e esperança empunha a bandeira branca do amor e da devoção, simbolizando a ternura do universo e o cuidado humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santo Amaro da Purificação. Recôncavo, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0Q5n9PT5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-SFVbB3PAU4/s1600-h/1850ft32CLT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 445px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0Q5n9PT5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-SFVbB3PAU4/s400/1850ft32CLT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088241736162955154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os romeiros, ao tocarem as imagens dos santos que veneram, acreditam receber benções e graças por intermédio desses seres que já alcançaram a iluminação, ou que por suas virtudes são tidos como exemplos a serem seguidos. Apesar de algumas idolatrias, os devotos são conscientes de que a força não está nos santos feitos de barro, de gesso, madeira ou nos retratos, mas nas entidades por eles representadas. Esse culto é um preito de honra e testemunho de fé. E…, milagres são alcançados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio São Francisco, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0S2X9PT6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qxABbjHBhcA/s1600-h/1904ft33LT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0S2X9PT6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qxABbjHBhcA/s400/1904ft33LT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088243879351635874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mística e Sincretismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;por leonardo boff (*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todas as coisas têm seu outro lado. Todo visível tem sua porção invisível. Captar o outro lado das coisas, surpreender o invisível dentro do visível é dar-se conta de que o visível é parte do invisível e obra da mística.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é mística? Ela deriva de mistério. Mistério não é o limite do conhecimento. É o ilimitado do conhecimento. Conhecer mais e mais, entrar em comunhão  cada vez mais profunda com alguém ou com a realidade que nos envolve, passar de visão em visão, ir além de qualquer horizonte é fazer a experiência do mistério. Ele perpassa todas as coisas, cada pessoa e o inteiro universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mistério não se apresenta aterrador, como um abismo sem fundo. Ele irrompe como vida que chama para mais vida, como voz que convida a escutar mais e mais a mensagem que vem de todos os lados, como apelo sedutor para penetrar mais e mais na direção do coração de cada coisa. O mistério nos mantém sempre na admiração até o fascínio, na surpresa até a exaltação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que há de mais misterioso que a pessoa amada? Que mais fascinante  que o olhar de enternecimento e de amor? Que mais profundo que o olhar inocente de um recém-nascido? Que mais majestático que um céu estrelado nas noites escuras do inverno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mística significa, então, a capacidade de captar e de se comover diante do Mistério de todas as coisas. Não é pensar as coisas, mas sentir as coisas tão profundamente que percebemos o Mistério que elas guardam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a mística revela toda sua significação profunda, quando detectamos o elo misterioso que une e re-une, liga e re-liga todas as coisas fazendo que sejam um Todo ordenado e dinâmico. Ele é uma Fonte originária da qual todas as coisas nascem, se afirmam e se sustentam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As religiões ousaram chamar a esse Elo e a essa Fonte de Olorum das tradições nagô, de Javé da tradição judaica, de Tao do caminho espiritual budista, de Pai e Mãe de bondade da experiência cristã ou Deus das religiões do mundo. Não importam os mil nomes que se dê a esse Mistério vivo, o que importa é sentir sua atuação e celebrar a sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mística não é, portanto, uma doutrina sobre Deus, mas uma experiência de Deus.  Mística não é pensar sobre Deus, mas sentir Deus em todo o ser. Mística não é falar sobre Deus, mas falar a Deus, entrar em comunhão com Deus e sentir-se um com Deus. Quando rezamos, falamos com Deus. Quando meditamos, Deus nos fala. Viver essa dimensão no quotidiano de nossa existência é cultivar a mística.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao traduzirmos essa experiência inominável, na linguagem compreensível aos outros, inventamos doutrinas, elaboramos ritos, estabelecemos comportamentos éticos. Nascem então as muitas religiões. Atrás delas e nos seus fundamentos há sempre a experiência mística de uma pessoa ou de uma comunidade espiritual. Essa mística é o ponto comum de todas as religiões. Todas elas se referem a esse Mistério inefável que não pode ser expresso adequadamente por nenhuma palavra que esteja nos dicionários humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada religião possui sua identidade e o seu jeito próprio de dizer e celebrar a experiência mística. Mas como Deus não cabe em nenhuma cabeça, pois desborda de todas elas, podemos sempre acrescentar algo a fim de melhor captá-lo e traduzi-lo para a  comunicação humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, todas as religiões são, por sua própria natureza, sincréticas. Elas fazem o que qualquer organismo vivo faz. Assimilam todo tipo de alimento e o transformam em vida. No caminho para Deus podemos sempre somar porque Ele é sempre mais e maior de tudo o que pudermos dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste fato, nasce a sinfonia das religiões, todas querendo celebrar o Mistério do mundo, todas se completando, todas se propondo a alimentar a chama sagrada que arde dentro do coração das pessoas, das coisas, do universo: Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) Leonardo Boff é teólogo, filósofo e escritor, autor de mais de 70 livros, um dos formuladores da teologia da libertação e portador do prêmio Nobel Alternativo da Paz de 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0UYn9PT7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/wREl1JbhyIQ/s1600-h/1202ft32CLT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0UYn9PT7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/wREl1JbhyIQ/s400/1202ft32CLT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088245567273783218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710751933231796175-1719755110248377513?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/1719755110248377513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/1719755110248377513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2007/07/bahia-saga-e-misticismo.html' title='BAHIA SAGA E MISTICISMO I'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rp0E139PT3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jsp3PXhrZ7o/s72-c/2076ft07CLT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-4635904722623100244</id><published>2007-07-05T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:33:58.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIA 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VARANASI - A ÚLTIMA PEREGRINAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há mais de 2500 anos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Varanasi&lt;/span&gt; abriga o grande santuário da morte: o crematório de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marnikarnika Ghat&lt;/span&gt;. É neste local que, sobre as fumegantes piras de fogo sagrado, dia e noite dezenas de corpos desaparecem diante dos nossos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situada nas margens do rio Gânges, Varanasi é também conhecida como Cidade da Luz e da Morte, sendo um importante centro de devoção ao Deus Shiva. Morrer e ser cremado neste local é auspicioso, significa a libertação dos ciclos da reencarnação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em  Varanasi, porém,  nem todos os corpos são cremados: os das crianças e dos sadhus (almas consideradas  puras) são lançados ao rio, não se submetendo às chamas da purificação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pó, cinza e nada. Sem sofrimento, nas margens do sagrado rio Gânges cumpre-se ritualmente este preceito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RoziIilklFI/AAAAAAAAADA/9zpLGMTdfYQ/s1600-h/1512FT32TL+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RoziIilklFI/AAAAAAAAADA/9zpLGMTdfYQ/s400/1512FT32TL+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083686715745670226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No interior de uma instituição - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mukti-Bhavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - ainda lúcida aos 108 anos, a senhora acompanhada pelos familiares realiza a sua última peregrinação. A chegada da morte é aguardada com folhas de basílico (tulasi), comida não condimentada e água do sagrado rio Ganges. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozhjylklCI/AAAAAAAAACo/EenAWXuEZEU/s1600-h/1446ft27CTL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozhjylklCI/AAAAAAAAACo/EenAWXuEZEU/s400/1446ft27CTL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083686084385477666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na crença hindu, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;morrer ou ser cremado&lt;/span&gt; na cidade de Varanasi, um das mais sagradas da Índia, significa a libertação dos ciclos das reencarnações. Assistir ao ritual até ao fim é auspicioso! (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rozh3ylklDI/AAAAAAAAACw/cWUpGXsgcYk/s1600-h/1452FT35TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Rozh3ylklDI/AAAAAAAAACw/cWUpGXsgcYk/s400/1452FT35TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083686427982861362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yajaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - filho primogênito do falecido - são-lhe atribuídos alguns rituais da cremação. Num gesto de total rompimento de laços afetivos com o defunto, o pote de barro será quebrado sobre as cinzas. (1999)&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/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RoziASlklEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/luWF8xJVoS8/s1600-h/1437FT36ATL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RoziASlklEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/luWF8xJVoS8/s400/1437FT36ATL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083686574011749442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;morte&lt;/span&gt; para um hindu tem um significado especial, quase não há espaço para o sofrimento. As crianças revolvem as cinzas de mais uma cremação, restos de madeira serão aproveitados pelas mães na cozinha. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozkHClklGI/AAAAAAAAADI/5SPSXXnBhnw/s1600-h/1454FT36ATL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozkHClklGI/AAAAAAAAADI/5SPSXXnBhnw/s400/1454FT36ATL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083688888999122018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O trabalho no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;crematório&lt;/span&gt; é destinado à casta inferior dos Doms. No interior deste local uma fogueira é mantida, a partir da qual todas as piras são acesas. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O TRABALHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0L4ilklHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VzQKShxlA9s/s1600-h/1068FT7TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0L4ilklHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VzQKShxlA9s/s400/1068FT7TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732620356129906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deoprayag - Uttar Predesh, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Engana-se quem pensa que, esquivando-se das &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ações&lt;/span&gt; e persistindo na inatividade, escapa dos resultados da ação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quem nada começa não pode entrar no estado de paz eterna; a inatividade não conduz à perfeição. E, na realidade, nem há coisas que se possam designar pela palavra inatividade, pois tudo no universo está em atividade constante e nada pode subtrair-se da lei geral…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Age! Porque na verdade agirás não importa o que faças, mas consegue desapegar-te dos frutos da ação! Dissolve assim o amor-próprio do teu ego, e com isto descobrirás o eu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bhagavad Gita, II – 22, 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tradução: Francisco Valdomiro Lorenz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;extraído do livro O ciclo do tempo (Simone Boger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0MJClklII/AAAAAAAAADY/GmYxr0VUXQY/s1600-h/1408FT36ATL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0MJClklII/AAAAAAAAADY/GmYxr0VUXQY/s400/1408FT36ATL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732903823971458" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calcutá - West Bengal, 1998&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0MSSlklJI/AAAAAAAAADg/7rlub1Wc4PA/s1600-h/1539ft09CT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0MSSlklJI/AAAAAAAAADg/7rlub1Wc4PA/s400/1539ft09CT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083733062737761426" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puri - Orissa, 1998&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0NGilklLI/AAAAAAAAADw/KAoGPirtIno/s1600-h/1350FT18TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0NGilklLI/AAAAAAAAADw/KAoGPirtIno/s400/1350FT18TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083733960385926322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calcutá - West Bengal, 1998&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/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0MrClklKI/AAAAAAAAADo/qRSc7MO2RJU/s1600-h/1265ft30C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro0MrClklKI/AAAAAAAAADo/qRSc7MO2RJU/s400/1265ft30C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083733487939523746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calcutá - West Bengal, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RETRATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;silêncio&lt;/span&gt; já se tornou para mim uma necessidade física e espiritual. Inicialmente escolhi-o para aliviar-me da depressão. A seguir precisei de tempo para escrever. Após havê-lo praticado por certo tempo descobri, todavia, seu valor espiritual. E de repente dei conta de que eram esses momentos em que melhor podia comunicar-me com Deus. Agora sinto-me como se tivesse sido feito para o silêncio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6FUilklNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/535WjlgX39U/s1600-h/940ft8C2TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6FUilklNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/535WjlgX39U/s400/940ft8C2TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084147617276138706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6FuilklOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKW_hH5_W7M/s1600-h/1298ft07T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6FuilklOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKW_hH5_W7M/s400/1298ft07T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084148063952737506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6F8ClklPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lFQq1dRqgec/s1600-h/1424FT05TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6F8ClklPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lFQq1dRqgec/s400/1424FT05TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084148295880971506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6H9ilklRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/upwuPYEWz1Y/s1600-h/1049ft8CT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6H9ilklRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/upwuPYEWz1Y/s400/1049ft8CT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084150520674030866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6GIClklQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/br0PuGpjZZM/s1600-h/792ft32T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6GIClklQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/br0PuGpjZZM/s400/792ft32T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084148502039401730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CRIANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;, pelo banho diário, Deus pudesse ser conhecido,&lt;br /&gt;eu depressa me tornaria uma baleia no oceano profundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se comendo raízes e frutos, Ele pudesse ser apreendido,&lt;br /&gt;alegremente eu escolheria a forma de uma cabra;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se o desfiar de rosários O descobrisse,&lt;br /&gt;em gigantescas contas diria minhas preces;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se curvar-me ante imagens de pedra O revelasse,&lt;br /&gt;humildemente adoraria uma montanha de sílica;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se bebendo leite, o Senhor pudesse ser ingerido,&lt;br /&gt;muitos bezerros e crianças O conheceriam;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se abandonando a esposa, alguém pudesse intimar Deus&lt;br /&gt;a visitá-lo, não haveria milhares de eunucos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirábaí* sabe que para encontrar o Deus Único&lt;br /&gt;é indispensável somente o Amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*princesa medieval de Rajput que abandonou a corte para buscar&lt;br /&gt;a companhia dos santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraído do livro&lt;br /&gt;Autobiografia de um Iogue – Paramahansa Yogananda&lt;br /&gt;tradução: Adelaide Petters Lessa&lt;/span&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/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6IeylklSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GaPvTGVU8Ww/s1600-h/776FT27TL+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6IeylklSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GaPvTGVU8Ww/s400/776FT27TL+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084151091904681250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6IrylklTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YMhy6nMbncQ/s1600-h/770ft5CTL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6IrylklTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YMhy6nMbncQ/s400/770ft5CTL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084151315242980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6I2ilklUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJSxEhsfVNk/s1600-h/1054ft1CT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6I2ilklUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJSxEhsfVNk/s400/1054ft1CT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084151499926574402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6I9ilklVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ll7px1fvw-U/s1600-h/1533ft08CTL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/Ro6I9ilklVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ll7px1fvw-U/s400/1533ft08CTL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084151620185658706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710751933231796175-4635904722623100244?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/4635904722623100244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/4635904722623100244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2007/07/india-2.html' title='INDIA 2'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RoziIilklFI/AAAAAAAAADA/9zpLGMTdfYQ/s72-c/1512FT32TL+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710751933231796175.post-8128888686186418540</id><published>2007-07-03T14:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:51:40.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ÍNDIA 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor à Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A Índia tem sido percurso quase obrigatório na carreira de inúmeros fotógrafos humanistas  e uma espécie de fonte inesgotável de valores metafísicos para aqueles que buscam o amadurecimento espiritual, o autoconhecimento e a compreensão da verdadeira razão da nossa existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Em 1997, no aeroporto de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Delhi&lt;/span&gt;, respirei pela primeira vez o cheiro adocicado que impregnava aquela madrugada de Novembro. Regressei à Índia diversas vezes e, durante meses, debrucei-me sobre a alma de um país que, apesar das suas heterogeneidades sociais, ostenta o título de "maior património espiritual do planeta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As fotografias, legendas e textos respectivos aos ensaios ÍNDIA 1 e ÍNDIA 2, aqui postados, representam parte do livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Índia Quantos Olhos tem uma Alma&lt;/span&gt;, projeto este publicado na Europa em 2000 e acolhedor de duas premiações: o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prêmio Máximo&lt;/span&gt; da II Bienal Internacional de Fotografia da Cidade de Curitiba e a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold Medal&lt;/span&gt; (Medalha de Ouro) atribuída pela &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Society for News Designer&lt;/span&gt;, EUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentada em capa dura, a obra é composta de 115 páginas, 61 fotografias em preto e branco, legendas e poesias de Mahatma Gandhi, Gilberto Gil, Yogananda e Bhagavad Gita. Aos interessados na aquisição, a mesma poderá ser feita através do site da Livraria Cultura ( www.livrariacultura.com.br ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos visitantes, a minha sincera gratidão e a promessa de que este projeto BLOG estará sempre alimentado por novas imagens e textos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com fraternura, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcelo Buainain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KUMBHA MELA&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozVqSlklAI/AAAAAAAAACY/4IZLSFrWphw/s1600-h/998ft32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozVqSlklAI/AAAAAAAAACY/4IZLSFrWphw/s400/998ft32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083673001915094018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  os rios são equiparados às divindades, sendo o Ganges o mais sagrado de todos. Banhar-se em suas águas é sinônimo de purificação e limpeza do karma, garantia de um bom renascimento. Aos oito anos, esta criança da casta Brâmane recebe o cordão janoi, simbolismo do nascimento espiritual. O corte de cabelo representa a humildade e o desapego da aparência física.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosIgilkk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/_ZqzJmt9GRc/s1600-h/933ft05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosIgilkk1I/AAAAAAAAABA/_ZqzJmt9GRc/s400/933ft05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083165959550964562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;iluminação&lt;/span&gt; é o real propósito da vida. Os hindus praticam uma série de rituais de devoção, entre os quais a peregrinação a lugares sagrados. Nas águas do Ganges, uma devota hindu no ritual diário de purificação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosJGSlkk2I/AAAAAAAAABI/0wNbudg1vyo/s1600-h/923ft+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosJGSlkk2I/AAAAAAAAABI/0wNbudg1vyo/s400/923ft+30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083166608091026274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Atingir a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iluminação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; requer práticas de austeridade, renúncia às castas e ao mundo material. Como prova de transcendência da sexualidade e desapego da matéria, o anão torce o próprio pênis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosN2Slkk3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/K5ddmR_5cD8/s1600-h/1014ft9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosN2Slkk3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/K5ddmR_5cD8/s400/1014ft9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083171830771258226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Índia&lt;/span&gt; todo ato é divinizado. Comer, beber, banhar-se, atender ao próximo, sempre são oportunidades de servir à Deus, de reconhecer a natureza divina de todas as coisas . O simples gesto de ingerir água é visualizado como purificação do corpo, sacralizando-o como templo do espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosP2ylkk4I/AAAAAAAAABY/uJe7xfgv2Eg/s1600-h/994ft20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RosP2ylkk4I/AAAAAAAAABY/uJe7xfgv2Eg/s400/994ft20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083174038384448386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Local: Índia/Kumbha Mela, Haridwar 1998 / Livro "Índia Quantos Olhos tem uma Alma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIKHS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUERREIROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; DE DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A comunidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; foi obrigada a constituir uma tradição militar para combater a tirania e as injustiças contra a sua crença. O uso do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kirpân&lt;/span&gt; é autorizado pela Constituição indiana e não representa apenas uma arma, antes de tudo é um símbolo de liberdade e soberania. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovAMilkk5I/AAAAAAAAABg/1jIVK2FJ7oE/s1600-h/1569ft05aCT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovAMilkk5I/AAAAAAAAABg/1jIVK2FJ7oE/s400/1569ft05aCT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083367926093091730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Abril de 1999&lt;/span&gt;, milhões de peregrinos sikhs, de vários lugares do mundo, deslocaram-se à cidade de Anandpur, Estado do Punjab, para a comemoração dos 300 anos da fundação da ordem Khalsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovBiClkk6I/AAAAAAAAABo/m6W9DrntHtc/s1600-h/1559FT26TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovBiClkk6I/AAAAAAAAABo/m6W9DrntHtc/s400/1559FT26TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083369394971906978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;templo&lt;/span&gt; dos sikhs é denominado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gurdwara&lt;/span&gt;. No seu interior desenrola-se a vida religiosa e meditativa dos fiéis. Ao contrário dos hindus, não praticam a idolatria de imagens. O que confere sacralidade ao templo é a presença do livro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Granth Sâhib&lt;/span&gt;. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovCGSlkk7I/AAAAAAAAABw/6Xj2N87ZvIo/s1600-h/1605FT30TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovCGSlkk7I/AAAAAAAAABw/6Xj2N87ZvIo/s400/1605FT30TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083370017742164914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Das grandes religiões, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;o Sikhismo &lt;/span&gt;é a mais recente e que conferiu à mulher igualdade em relação ao homem. Na cidade de Anandpur, Punjab, uma norte-americana convertida ao Sikhismo lê o livro sagrado dos sikhs, o Granth Sâhib. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovCxClkk8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/a-xev9XPen0/s1600-h/1633ft19C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovCxClkk8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/a-xev9XPen0/s400/1633ft19C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083370752181572546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Num acto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;respeito e purificação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, sob orientação da mãe, uma criança banha-se na piscina do templo de New Delhi. (1998) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovFHylkk-I/AAAAAAAAACI/cAVP_GO92nM/s1600-h/1112ft20CTL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RovFHylkk-I/AAAAAAAAACI/cAVP_GO92nM/s400/1112ft20CTL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083373342046852066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Servir a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt; é servir ao próximo". Com base neste pensamento, os sikhs prestam inúmeros serviços sociais às pessoas, independentemente de castas ou crenças. Na cozinha comunitária de um templo sikh, homens e mulheres preparam a comida sagrada para alimentar milhares de peregrinos. (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozRJClkk_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F0oEU4R2z-M/s1600-h/785FT36TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozRJClkk_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F0oEU4R2z-M/s400/785FT36TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083668032637932530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O uso do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; turbante&lt;/span&gt;. Um ritual diário entre os sikhs que requer paciência e técnica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozeoilklBI/AAAAAAAAACg/t923NcYeQT4/s1600-h/1595ft21TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozeoilklBI/AAAAAAAAACg/t923NcYeQT4/s400/1595ft21TL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083682867454972946" 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/8710751933231796175-8128888686186418540?l=mbuainain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/feeds/8128888686186418540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710751933231796175&amp;postID=8128888686186418540&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/8128888686186418540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710751933231796175/posts/default/8128888686186418540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbuainain.blogspot.com/2007/07/srie-ndia-quantos-olhos-tem-uma-alma.html' title='ÍNDIA 1'/><author><name>Marcelo BUAINAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471146885138269805</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ob1O0qvinkc/RozVqSlklAI/AAAAAAAAACY/4IZLSFrWphw/s72-c/998ft32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
