tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331261392024-03-13T21:01:16.366-07:00FOLHA DO AMANHECERDiário de Produção do curta de animação
O DESPEJO - MEMÓRIAS DE GABIRUsergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-23625175614865535352009-04-09T11:55:00.002-07:002015-06-15T14:22:26.239-07:00A voz de Cordeiro, de Narciso, de Platão...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9XNSbrwBU9gMv9g-WHwWvN81s7fjaMz4WhNXzfVgW1bOVh5dl74oFJqhTbTRY2HNlmMwnQI8Z2aCCR-3g_5Ot2Uv6tNPB0N1CS1_9lbk_vZW1lG5KhXI0dmYmKem6K70dhz-wg/s1600-h/CENA_01_COMPOSIT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250054068809539682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9XNSbrwBU9gMv9g-WHwWvN81s7fjaMz4WhNXzfVgW1bOVh5dl74oFJqhTbTRY2HNlmMwnQI8Z2aCCR-3g_5Ot2Uv6tNPB0N1CS1_9lbk_vZW1lG5KhXI0dmYmKem6K70dhz-wg/s400/CENA_01_COMPOSIT.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Era 1999... Nessa época eu estava muito entusiasmado com a minha primeira experiencia em cinema e roteiro. A idéia era fazer algo realmente sincero e genuíno no campo do desenho animado. Eu comecei escrever e desenhar... e nos meu desenhos sentia que meus traços buscavam (de novo) o Belo. Esta voz de Platão encontrou o Seu Narciso (que, por sua vez, encontrou Briamonte, Adoniran e Cordeiro)...<br /><br />O album "Terceiro Sinal" de Edson Cordeiro foi como um oráculo - misterioso, sedutor, requintado. Entre uma faixa e outra, deslizava-me <em>Por um fio </em>numa busca do "belo". Fui mais profundo, mais sincero, e veio como a <em>Primavera</em>, suave brisa morna, cheia de flores. Adoniran soprou nos meus ouvidos, o clarone cínico e provocador, e acordei ouvindo (e vendo) os primeiros acordes desta obra-prima: "Despejo na Favela" sob os veludos de Miguel Briamonte e Edson Cordeiro...<br /><br />Neste instante, subi meu terraço, e vi as lajes, os varais de roupa ao meu redor, curioso à procura do alvorecer. O <em>Verão</em>, <em>Aos Pedaços</em>, coloria(m) mais a minha vida e aquecia minha esperança. "Tudo está tão belo!" Assim, todo o meu imaginário foi convocado, e as memórias de Gabiru me ajudaram a compor o mundo de Seu Narciso. "O Despejo..", é na verdade um resultado disso - de uma convocação do belo e do verdadeiro. Seu Narciso, este Platão, prefere abrir janelas em busca das respostas neste mundo escravizado pelo aborrecimento...e reconhece, como Xerxes, um canto ao singelo, ao puro, a beleza simples da sombra de uma árvore.<br /><br /><em>"...e che sospiri la libertà!"</em><br /><br /><a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250037012847973234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxV8C-VUw7PYrdUSJoDYZsIOCUNrJAui4lZ814JA5Iz-Zst2k_rrvuM-VaLlSfjXucR7Igj-QRsTfdYuQQuZomKKYIm0E7fgrtBo0B-uSyycNxruLqB7OWxzUOqLvj9Wl5Em1nvQ/s200/edson_cordeiro_terceiro_sinal.jpg" border="0" /></a><!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-1167945014822353122009-04-07T12:58:00.002-07:002015-06-15T14:22:27.432-07:00ENTOADA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75vxQpu5LHzfzHeewTf6i8yNcWUKq5fHlGRnFBjCHG980788LVtzyjFPhiMdCxcuHJCZoMPELnKFGatRDgQNb_a1oGl_dGHTXE-6yepjwuyu8zxT4aicK0_TQMdgtC0QU1lCzJQ/s1600-h/aurora2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75vxQpu5LHzfzHeewTf6i8yNcWUKq5fHlGRnFBjCHG980788LVtzyjFPhiMdCxcuHJCZoMPELnKFGatRDgQNb_a1oGl_dGHTXE-6yepjwuyu8zxT4aicK0_TQMdgtC0QU1lCzJQ/s400/aurora2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322560849004722242" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Chego à janela, observo o dia chegar. O céu ainda escuro de um lado, cintila suas estrelas, agonizantes com a luz que chega ao redor. Na cidade lá <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">em baixo</span>, vejo suas luzes piscarem sob um veludo escuro e silencioso que corta o horizonte, protegendo o frágil desenho dos prédios. Pincelando a baía, surge o sol impetuoso, ascende o dia! Mas na redondeza vejo ainda a noite, o desespero dos morcegos e a agonia das cigarras entoando um <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cântico</span> trágico. Foi-se o silêncio, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">surrupiado</span> pela sinfonia <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">enlouquecedora</span>, angústia do inevitável. No véu <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">suntuoso</span> do alvorecer surge o reinado da estrela da manhã, e faz brotarem pássaros dos telhados como flores <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">primaveris</span>, que esperançosos, entoam uma cantarola varonil e alegre. Curioso... na redondeza ainda era escuro como madrugada! Surge entre a luz magra do poste a figura de um homem, pobre ser de relógio de pulso, alheio ao tempo das cigarras, dos morcegos e dos pássaros, das flores, da luz... Alheio a tudo! Assim, vejo-o diminuto e o perco! Some na escuridão daquele resto de <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">madrugada</span>, um ínfima parcela do todo, foi... ignorante.</div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR9z9xoceZdcKRo-6RP3FD_qLS7WKWUJUjjKfBWJ6Kl7y8BwyeMFeGVVAdvxwMwsLKUtMaCVhGLs5DatOY6h6M5KhyUt2bF8QWexYJFYaBPuHLFE-vE7eiO7HXPPSsnr8W8qHe9A/s1600-h/CENA_03_HOMEM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052568153568542658" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR9z9xoceZdcKRo-6RP3FD_qLS7WKWUJUjjKfBWJ6Kl7y8BwyeMFeGVVAdvxwMwsLKUtMaCVhGLs5DatOY6h6M5KhyUt2bF8QWexYJFYaBPuHLFE-vE7eiO7HXPPSsnr8W8qHe9A/s320/CENA_03_HOMEM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAd-l-nN06S6x4IKgT6f9X9-HyH59z8WIsn5TjV5Tr6OWOx3T00FNRRojyqwnfMnv9a0lc2NnS4anbbYriT98F-JVMYkm2M7A75tPkDLZYqLxdKk-4AukcVsNddIYa4-ebzzS9tA/s1600-h/CENA_03_HOMEM.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMpnbSTOxH09aaVVWHmXrz44wi320jH-xmUfMj0YG9bY2wD7v1x4T4ydO64ofeCmGuHFY73w_eMNpGSudH3qILhl9C6GS5qE7p349xlxqrT7trV_E_1B6M5IPqGETPTQMEnyJsw/s1600-h/CENA_03_HOMEM.jpg"></a></div><!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-62775605638553383392008-11-14T04:41:00.002-08:002015-06-15T14:22:29.201-07:00Prêmio Itamaraty para o Cinema Brasileiro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCOKlxvMuS0je2Jgrfy3jqTO4DqELcfPUNslhaIbDkiRY6rGmaks1i5g0DwM4xqDvAqai45lHn0BITlHPJU10Y-bviFFmA1x4ZI6LMTF9Sd4ElElFX0YOP7z_-Rm-DCssuvNBTA/s1600-h/alvorada.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCOKlxvMuS0je2Jgrfy3jqTO4DqELcfPUNslhaIbDkiRY6rGmaks1i5g0DwM4xqDvAqai45lHn0BITlHPJU10Y-bviFFmA1x4ZI6LMTF9Sd4ElElFX0YOP7z_-Rm-DCssuvNBTA/s400/alvorada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272263938311968658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Esta foto foi tirada da janela de seu Narciso hoje de manhã(eu mesmo!) e exprime a alegria que sinto ao receber este prêmio, tão estimulante, tão iluminador...<br /><br />Mas, mais felicidade é poder partilhar, dividir esse raiar com todos vocês, minha equipe de profissionais (e amigos!) maravilhosos. Dedico este prêmio como um reconhecimento de um trabalho feito com muito comprometimento, e sobretudo, amor. A todos vcs desejo que esta alvorada aconteça em todos os dias de 2009!<br /><br />Parabéns a todos nós!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dc.mre.gov.br/box-02/premio-itamaraty-para-o-cinema-brasileiro">http://www.dc.mre.gov.br/box-02/premio-itamaraty-para-o-cinema-brasileiro</a><!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-28524028385961503672008-08-22T12:47:00.002-07:002015-06-15T14:22:26.761-07:00Exibições no 19º Curta Kinoforum - SP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU93DhTN1nimA7MZuZzxz1E_d3dQ80Ktp18uIckd512rjJJMHWgeCxPyPddDw7ohapj8nX69UzuIQO2cmNY5VS9jk-7OdWE3LCxkyXy_UTS68-RKj2tBIQjjpNsH4BVnnt7zCNKQ/s1600-h/19kinoforum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237432233164898914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU93DhTN1nimA7MZuZzxz1E_d3dQ80Ktp18uIckd512rjJJMHWgeCxPyPddDw7ohapj8nX69UzuIQO2cmNY5VS9jk-7OdWE3LCxkyXy_UTS68-RKj2tBIQjjpNsH4BVnnt7zCNKQ/s400/19kinoforum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>MOSTRA BRASIL 06<br /><br /></strong><strong></strong>22/08 - 20h - Centro Cultural São Paulo<br />23/08 - 16h - CineSESC<br />26/08 - 21h - Cinemateca - Sala BNDES<br />27/08 - 16h - Espaço Unibanco Pompéia<!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-78649934766579444432008-08-01T08:49:00.002-07:002015-06-15T14:22:29.739-07:00Manhã das lavadeiras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42IHG5mhKUJyWD1bpB18E7uH4KZAZvkOs9xn1I5phU0_tKIMOm6TeaxaHUca3KcIVcArvtMEX8ClHvKwKHmRsotbxrzw2tVgSIEHM5PHFjmjYMEu5edxucfKIkUEDZ_gzV36GnA/s1600-h/lavadeiras.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42IHG5mhKUJyWD1bpB18E7uH4KZAZvkOs9xn1I5phU0_tKIMOm6TeaxaHUca3KcIVcArvtMEX8ClHvKwKHmRsotbxrzw2tVgSIEHM5PHFjmjYMEu5edxucfKIkUEDZ_gzV36GnA/s400/lavadeiras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229577107516332578" border="0" /></a><!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-72880534238260114212008-07-15T21:33:00.002-07:002015-06-15T14:22:30.591-07:00Gabiru no Anima Mundi ´08<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8yjgXFduFpNyXyKUCbjIfvkAq35qlRdbTvR7RSWoyT6e35ZvlUj7kAlKqZpFK_Z-Xvoljo1s1TCz_EyLFfiO3wJRSu94-T2CxYeHUCjO4Tjmq0O7z7re6hAVSpMvhohJOjDnxoQ/s1600-h/revistaprograma.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8yjgXFduFpNyXyKUCbjIfvkAq35qlRdbTvR7RSWoyT6e35ZvlUj7kAlKqZpFK_Z-Xvoljo1s1TCz_EyLFfiO3wJRSu94-T2CxYeHUCjO4Tjmq0O7z7re6hAVSpMvhohJOjDnxoQ/s400/revistaprograma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223465770608782482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Capa da Revista Programa do Jornal do Brasil, em 11/07/08<br /><br /></span>Neste desenho, Gabiru - a infância - é quem sonha (assim projeta, desenha...) Narciso (a maturidade) é quem realiza os sonhos. Assim fica representada a familia, o carioca, o realizador e o público; a cidade e o festival nos personagens de Yamamura deslizando nas películas serpentinas... Dona Chica - a própria <span style="font-style: italic;">Anima</span>, aplaude.<!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-35162649545450066082008-07-10T10:10:00.003-07:002015-06-15T14:22:28.576-07:00Gabiru no Animamundi 2008 - Rio de Janeiro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlO4jgJC-WAWmhZaVHF0_pajSnUQW2h5U2p3zEUIYqCcl_YRiOAY8sdt73dFs2Z-h69vdGPIGbmjgCgJSBsnHX9JNVoPAmiov9VDqbyQHk49Cf1Y1rNLypk30lerPeNCIFS2KglA/s1600-h/convite_animamundi.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlO4jgJC-WAWmhZaVHF0_pajSnUQW2h5U2p3zEUIYqCcl_YRiOAY8sdt73dFs2Z-h69vdGPIGbmjgCgJSBsnHX9JNVoPAmiov9VDqbyQHk49Cf1Y1rNLypk30lerPeNCIFS2KglA/s400/convite_animamundi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221434920533247618" /></a><!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-62841691276754707422008-05-09T14:14:00.002-07:002015-06-15T14:22:30.197-07:00CONVERSAS COM ZECA 2D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIl3tVyA6rL3Y8dgMPHQhxIvybz3QJsvEB84LA3zdqVFyz3OybjRa0ncsHjQH5kV6wdhw4pkrfuNO5iq_vYdmVZy60C4TQG1fTgzCq3TJjIfuQ9IN51PmM4LR_lEYSUOyLRoLCg/s1600-h/animania-045_pub.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198491136321882610" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIl3tVyA6rL3Y8dgMPHQhxIvybz3QJsvEB84LA3zdqVFyz3OybjRa0ncsHjQH5kV6wdhw4pkrfuNO5iq_vYdmVZy60C4TQG1fTgzCq3TJjIfuQ9IN51PmM4LR_lEYSUOyLRoLCg/s400/animania-045_pub.jpg" border="0" /></a><div></div><br /><div></div>Domingo último (11/05) eu e meu amigo Sandro Lopes tivemos um encontro com Zeca 2D no programa ANIMANIA da TV Brasil. Neste 0 papo falamos um pouco sobre o trabalho de direção de arte em desenho animado. Foram exibidas algumas sequências dos filmes "Matinta Perera", de Humberto Avelar, "Se essa rua fosse minha", de Sandro Lopes,"Atirei o pau no gato" e "Iara" de Sergio Glenes, acompanhadas de minhas produções como diretor de arte nesses filmes; alguns desenhos de conceito e estudos de cor.<br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>A conversa termina com o nosso xodó do momento, o filme "O Despejo, ou Memórias de Gabiru", que inicia sua carreira de festivais neste ano. Falamos um pouco sobre o método adotado para tornar possível a produção do filme e também sobre o processual artístico (parte de dele publicado neste blog).<br /><br />Foi uma conversa muito divertida, temperada de coincidências... Zeca 2D enfim achou o seu irmão há muito tempo desaparecido... Aproveitaram para trocar dicas e os melhores lugares de samba na Lapa...<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-77636129526430166152008-05-07T16:30:00.003-07:002015-06-15T14:22:30.864-07:00CHUVA DE ABRIL - 2a Ed.Enfim... depois de uma longa temporada de estiagem choveu nesta tarde. Começou suave, trazida por uma brisa refrescante com cheiro de terra. A brisa, vez em quando, fazia respingar os primeiros pingos de chuva sobre as janelas do meu apartamento, como também sobre as lentes dos meus óculos. Escureceu e acizentou. E a chuva cobriu com o seu véu as luzes da cidade que eu via lá longe e tomaram uma aparência esfumaçada e silenciosa. O sol já se ia tranquilo e, escondido de tudo, ainda matizava os vapores e as nuvens altas, assim tudo ficava mais ocre, ou lilas, ou azul, não sei... A temperatura caiu levemente, e tudo mais úmido, mais fresco, me trouxe uma sensação de relaxamento. Uma pequena trégua ao mormaço do meu ventilador... Mais aliviado do cansaço do "espírito de verão" que temos que manter até muito além de março. Sejam bem-vindas as aguas de março em abril!<!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-42378947178383686352008-01-20T22:21:00.002-08:002015-06-15T14:22:27.924-07:00CORRA E OLHA O CÉU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CheX9xQJTpcwgeMX8iN-rHf7wFQZugh5yJ0gRyxsi0Q84YMzS3FsTGGnDniO5FVRDGO3-n488l54cuDASGOavyJlrIKAH64fnP49iFL9TRpMNziG0tbyqFO6Bd4O8NPRul1k8g/s1600-h/abrindoajanela.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CheX9xQJTpcwgeMX8iN-rHf7wFQZugh5yJ0gRyxsi0Q84YMzS3FsTGGnDniO5FVRDGO3-n488l54cuDASGOavyJlrIKAH64fnP49iFL9TRpMNziG0tbyqFO6Bd4O8NPRul1k8g/s400/abrindoajanela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187078426341580050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>de Cartola e Dalmo Castelo</span><br /><br />Linda!<br /><div>Te sinto mais bela<br />Te fico na espera<br />Me sinto tão só<br />Mas!<br />O tempo que passa<br />Em dor maior, bem maior...<br /><br />Linda!<br />No que se apresenta<br />O triste se ausenta<br />Fez-se a alegria<br />Corra e olha o céu<br />Que o sol vem trazer<br />Bom dia!<br />Ah! Corra e olha o céu<br />Que o sol vem trazer<br />Bom dia!...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqpYLMgN0_gBukIvmcHbQbhjkD_XQG1BpFEm8HKVOXoxBlKc_qP9GWgtoGR0IaBNUhSz7hrUyAlxWOxOR18X5rEVjDsdxwH5FC2r3IlsW8gXU-_xwZsiQYC6SCzyV8UAMQ5SMe5g/s1600-h/cartola+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177731649900665346" style="width: 127px; height: 71px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqpYLMgN0_gBukIvmcHbQbhjkD_XQG1BpFEm8HKVOXoxBlKc_qP9GWgtoGR0IaBNUhSz7hrUyAlxWOxOR18X5rEVjDsdxwH5FC2r3IlsW8gXU-_xwZsiQYC6SCzyV8UAMQ5SMe5g/s320/cartola+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><!-- facebreak -->
sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-90348036435048061982008-01-05T11:41:00.001-08:002015-06-15T12:26:01.949-07:00A TEMPESTADE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GTptfZs2mRIbtfnFDm5_rpo2GwPWD9QYLIt7s_4HSi2h6j1XhLOUvhEII641BnUV4JlwDm7VATBjVJLJS0FElCJhDD4Se6qsFwiGsKePuOz6jcrFwdQXcmZbIzOdKW16_AjURg/s1600-h/alvorada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152082341731747122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GTptfZs2mRIbtfnFDm5_rpo2GwPWD9QYLIt7s_4HSi2h6j1XhLOUvhEII641BnUV4JlwDm7VATBjVJLJS0FElCJhDD4Se6qsFwiGsKePuOz6jcrFwdQXcmZbIzOdKW16_AjURg/s200/alvorada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">por Franscisco Sales</span><br /><br /><br />A primavera, doce na hora que partiu<br />O sol no poente suspenso<br />num adeus de luz a primavera<br />o céu criando estrelas peregrinas.<br /><br />Naquela tarde<br />chegou a tempestade,<br />rugindo, louca, infinita,<br />abaixou os astros<br />e fustigou o mundo.<br /><br />No dia seguinte<br />depois da tempestade,<br />sempre vem a calmaria;<br />estava tudo despedaçado<br />pela fúria extravagante.<br /><br />Agora é dia,<br />lá fora a chuva cessou,<br />deixando um verniz no tempo.<br />E os pássaros, na melodia<br />dos seus cantos.<br /><br />O céu amanheceu,<br />em pranto meditando,<br />e as nuvens com medo<br />fugiram, fugiram,<br />com medo da maldição.
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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-22584314286239632332007-11-09T05:19:00.001-08:002015-06-15T12:26:02.251-07:00NA MADRUGADA...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZTVWgASW4q3FCbtDWs2lHvhKU-3sMcdhCD1vnbf9LlZkH9GGxpl8XdAbzlHG3RybT2WS8q_BB4bL9d3Yf5aXF36UVUbDqdd0iVd-d3P4tUGpFsCAyiL8OHnNKJVj0ETwcQ0McA/s1600-h/story06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZTVWgASW4q3FCbtDWs2lHvhKU-3sMcdhCD1vnbf9LlZkH9GGxpl8XdAbzlHG3RybT2WS8q_BB4bL9d3Yf5aXF36UVUbDqdd0iVd-d3P4tUGpFsCAyiL8OHnNKJVj0ETwcQ0McA/s400/story06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Estudos de câmera para storyboard.<br />Outono de 1999.<div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>
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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-29240603864896262492007-09-20T06:07:00.001-07:002015-06-15T12:26:03.261-07:00GABIRUSeu Narciso, quando menino, era chamado de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gabiru</span>. Isto se aplica, digamos, a alguém que é "safo" nas coisas, ou seja, esperto, independente, flexível... Mas se você consultar o dicionário, vai encontrar ainda muitas outras! Bem... Talvez se surpreenda... Com exceção de algumas, posso te garantir: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gabiru</span> é boa gente, menino estudioso, curioso pelas coisas, um verdadeiro brasileiro...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTTa6uRKQ1Jtr58f5PdksS5ZFE8fjGHbZcRKkctshnuriOqtkfODjyOiiavsAtBZSyXnCtgDUUVC9ZTL97zVOMUt9Ho651iXBn__25QdBfcCy6bmUKHNwLU0pHmKqTMftDUiKAg/s1600-h/metamorphosis.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTTa6uRKQ1Jtr58f5PdksS5ZFE8fjGHbZcRKkctshnuriOqtkfODjyOiiavsAtBZSyXnCtgDUUVC9ZTL97zVOMUt9Ho651iXBn__25QdBfcCy6bmUKHNwLU0pHmKqTMftDUiKAg/s400/metamorphosis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112277715087750786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfK7Pshu7wMz64oK-4oVIPQ3yg5AkSOnOYKdFVPbBcMs7Ma5QJJaiByk22eMwn2toZegGBT_0rThE943IjczpW0rvk60MaIPjSvf3qor207kILVYzvU9R5LOM4oHSHlpIcNhccQ/s1600-h/gabiru_mov.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfK7Pshu7wMz64oK-4oVIPQ3yg5AkSOnOYKdFVPbBcMs7Ma5QJJaiByk22eMwn2toZegGBT_0rThE943IjczpW0rvk60MaIPjSvf3qor207kILVYzvU9R5LOM4oHSHlpIcNhccQ/s400/gabiru_mov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112277371490367058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdn5zBSTBi0oY47fht9Cw6kj51RwDk200jJI0Bz5P4ASNOovRQH9f1nfG8T4Ry7rCGgMvR9FqwCA8UchzdDiItM7ZntMN_aOQpPoTHukGhGN-rnKOEUX7Guwg9qkkS-2YGg0_GQ/s1600-h/gabiru_mov2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdn5zBSTBi0oY47fht9Cw6kj51RwDk200jJI0Bz5P4ASNOovRQH9f1nfG8T4Ry7rCGgMvR9FqwCA8UchzdDiItM7ZntMN_aOQpPoTHukGhGN-rnKOEUX7Guwg9qkkS-2YGg0_GQ/s400/gabiru_mov2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112277375785334370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1kSgMB4Y5pYEYJ5zLLvBx-3uDoA9ZJm6WjBQhzOwtEppjuTkdQjLXNDSkSeYilF2ZZ0pENxjD5ogBNVVQQRkTz3wCtrWr3CGKSzAQp4WHgor7O-f4qkH49f1BVz24EpDAo5yKA/s1600-h/gabiru_mov3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1kSgMB4Y5pYEYJ5zLLvBx-3uDoA9ZJm6WjBQhzOwtEppjuTkdQjLXNDSkSeYilF2ZZ0pENxjD5ogBNVVQQRkTz3wCtrWr3CGKSzAQp4WHgor7O-f4qkH49f1BVz24EpDAo5yKA/s400/gabiru_mov3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112277380080301682" border="0" /></a>
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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-63396322541588349292007-09-19T13:30:00.001-07:002015-06-15T12:26:04.062-07:00ENCONTRAR SEU HERÓICriar personagens é uma busca. Sair a procura do seu protagonista, do seu herói. Seu Narciso... o encontrei várias vezes... Num <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ônibus</span>, no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">metrô</span>, numa esquina, no corredor de um prédio... Queria saber como ele se pareceria. Como seriam seus olhos, o desenho de sua barba, a cor dos seus cabelos? Nestes anos que se seguiram desde 1999, ele se transformou várias vezes. Seguem três designs diferenciados:<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS77gKrFGB1w1BJBfO3w9pD374EZOiW1oCAyw-aAKbfkh3KLR634c7Pw65IiLvpSJ_XW6OZmRR4qBqnq7OHC0YlSxqHIR15Y_cifEw9Lkc3z_vhR6Qprsm2EQu1WM3fFTp-2kBvQ/s1600-h/narciso_pensador.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS77gKrFGB1w1BJBfO3w9pD374EZOiW1oCAyw-aAKbfkh3KLR634c7Pw65IiLvpSJ_XW6OZmRR4qBqnq7OHC0YlSxqHIR15Y_cifEw9Lkc3z_vhR6Qprsm2EQu1WM3fFTp-2kBvQ/s400/narciso_pensador.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsJlnGmFIdQOu29QG_D9NfYAzwGw78iXY7RNBEpfYmf_EQPB4_jH81hMp1Jl4I8OljXSgix64iDeFuYFBfvt3grMQPsJ_mAMiaV_Kvc_uvBmNNAx4KNNI6zBs2SfCcYFsBjRO-Q/s1600-h/narciso_ns2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsJlnGmFIdQOu29QG_D9NfYAzwGw78iXY7RNBEpfYmf_EQPB4_jH81hMp1Jl4I8OljXSgix64iDeFuYFBfvt3grMQPsJ_mAMiaV_Kvc_uvBmNNAx4KNNI6zBs2SfCcYFsBjRO-Q/s400/narciso_ns2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112022533900826066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIllhXAPpvrOTz_C6zHBZWdpSoDKuSGVZzNO0w_zaCS7CCDuPbZ_I66Xl5j7z-Hzo6R4G0R1kIb9K0IrgdGeWSkEROmE_pXV3JkqoEACE6mSc-BtZ-meq9ek8jxpamrkCs6-oXtg/s1600-h/narciso_ns.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIllhXAPpvrOTz_C6zHBZWdpSoDKuSGVZzNO0w_zaCS7CCDuPbZ_I66Xl5j7z-Hzo6R4G0R1kIb9K0IrgdGeWSkEROmE_pXV3JkqoEACE6mSc-BtZ-meq9ek8jxpamrkCs6-oXtg/s400/narciso_ns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112022533900826082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a></div>
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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-47136744720184649902007-09-19T13:28:00.001-07:002015-06-15T12:26:04.298-07:00ANTIGOS DESENHOSEstes são antigos desenhos produzidos ainda antes da definição do roteiro e da primeira versão do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">storyboard</span>. São chamados "desenhos de conceito". Observações de um mundo que nunca, na verdade, eu via assim tão feio... Alguns desenhos tratam dos ambientes da favela, as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lajes</span>, os varais, que foram tratados com destaque no filme. 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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-59828038144143290612007-04-23T21:13:00.001-07:002015-06-15T12:26:04.530-07:00MAKING OF - Fotos da Equipe<a href="http://glenes.com.br/despejo/fotos_producao/page1/index.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064269581452478162" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwvBqiTpF1HlVu2L7pn2LGo_Mp8TK4Ga6xbLKdp0FT3hCHOVXvYk80Qov3OhaX1wXj9qqkvzcs7-xgVFGlZyifr0ni7BUU8iZTRlYi5-98mZSFw_Pp9VFPNweYW-t0HWh3lANXg/s400/dscn0855.jpg" target="_blank" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://glenes.com.br/despejo/fotos_producao/page1/index.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064268743933855362" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_u5IEZzLyw5g2ANcAn28YePkYlvoBYHU3nY2ggxtCswisGoYj9gDAIWQEuHA3juVc19yoTfONhJREEouzu7iUs9IdLKJH0l_06aIo7YTMr_GqEhyphenhyphenU44ZWF6Qisz1jMHKSmhGBA/s400/dscn0833.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://glenes.com.br/despejo/fotos_producao/page1/index.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064268748228822674" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxXfFWkHc3TaSJkHKgrIRq-nsv6pSQO9MvPScAHjzsLKkXu-n1mdG7S26aLVEiNorYO-xgWwsnaPiNxgv4VaDJmejWoHOL_UhN31gXBRYq3MI-_j5T3WeFk3OCR7BuZpAsCTW6g/s400/dscn0905.jpg" target="_blank" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://glenes.com.br/despejo/fotos_producao/page1/index.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064268748228822690" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnY7LkxoyAFyT4ZtIoOJig5zI_cbb9cUY4nf80jlz_43P2bYIZBUEPGhl30ykMhV8HzL4nxUsoS862rywF8YL6aX-W26c7JBA5riw9tvHej__inCBmjBTxxhhFdPgQ4YAmofLKA/s400/dscn0872.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://glenes.com.br/despejo/fotos_producao/page1/index.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064268748228822706" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCmDcTM-lJpeBfJpxI5Uj1OQ16IoNZ61dghRu809g3eq1J8lQ_ZGJTD_OlrTUdEojqi5gu4RUaVT65x7lUUkVrqqkeWkF1xUlWf26_xUBLHW9S37sUhDjKot0IKM1d8HkoiZPlg/s400/dscn0803.jpg" target="_blank" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://glenes.com.br/despejo/fotos_producao/page1/index.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064268752523790018" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSbYfbNSNoyT_GrjKN3NYUHIggBq1hWur1pqi1CbKWi514LU7SwJx3-SYTZXQv9J2ZaWTieH2xMDQqmFCltd6XvxHqhChZRN1R74X5-9WCy1PWfb2hw_FYztbxWDvf-KYdy2tNQ/s400/dscn0832.jpg" target="_blank" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Em fevereiro/2007, em pleno carnaval (e dias que se seguiram...) fizemos o último mutirão (dentre tantos) para acelerar o processo de finalização. Foram dias quentes, trabalhosos e divertidos, regados a muito café, pães caseiros e almoços de Teresa! Clique em qualquer imagem para acessar o álbum.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div>
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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-34891595650812406912007-04-21T22:35:00.001-07:002015-06-15T12:26:04.778-07:00O SOL NASCERÁ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yQ2Pdf9leYFo3pIQZHzcD0ZkqKuicEZrKeXxSE-P_4DdD9Ow5kg0cZSDjTLKrcCg6nqkZA7ViZk3FGs4zFxJ-PYqCfOsvzsaqmDZWEZ7bDVxfZr7lhpE5xBRhiAaRQ8aNBSYhA/s1600-h/CENA_13_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056128470774946562" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yQ2Pdf9leYFo3pIQZHzcD0ZkqKuicEZrKeXxSE-P_4DdD9Ow5kg0cZSDjTLKrcCg6nqkZA7ViZk3FGs4zFxJ-PYqCfOsvzsaqmDZWEZ7bDVxfZr7lhpE5xBRhiAaRQ8aNBSYhA/s400/CENA_13_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQo6KmaSRYQrFgBoqAJX0C_G-Wx_cm6bc8wVT0A_2WKltG8oXdRfq6Q4zzjFCTolV3lN5_W3U_dj06Q-DVdiTgEYFG-Oo1brRfLMv_KqGh5NF4YuwJ9DOGiKkZitOukmtso_m4g/s1600-h/CENA_13_3.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>A luz que iluminou Seu Narciso foi a música do mestre <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Adoniran</span> Barbosa, o seu verdadeiro criador. Em <strong>"Despejo na Favela</strong>" , diante de uma difícil situação, Seu Narciso responde:<br /></div><div></div><div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><em>"(...)<br />pra mim não tem problema, </em></div><div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><em>mas essa gente aí, como é que faz?"</em> </div><br /><div></div><div>Ousaria propor como resposta, os sóis de Cartola, símbolos da esperança, do recomeço e da força da felicidade. Em <strong>"Ao amanhecer"</strong> ele diz: </div><br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>"(...) </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Ao amanhecer , ao anoitecer </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Cantam em bando aves fazendo verão </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Ouve-se os acordes de um violão </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>E são eles , verdes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">periquitos</span>"</em> </div><br /><div>e em <strong>"O Sol Nascerá":</strong> </div><div><em></em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>"(...) </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Fim da tempestade </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>O sol nascerá </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Fim desta saudade </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Hei de ter outro alguém para amar </em></div><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>A sorrir </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Eu pretendo levar a vida </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Pois chorando </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Eu vi a mocidade </em></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><em>Perdida "</em></div><br /><div><a href="http://cartola.letras.terra.com.br/">http://cartola.letras.terra.com.br/</a> </div><div><a href="http://adoniram-barbosa.letras.terra.com.br/">http://adoniram-barbosa.letras.terra.com.br/</a></div></div>
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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-34386575965112618022007-04-21T20:29:00.001-07:002015-06-15T12:26:05.092-07:00REFLEXÕES DE NARCISO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhTdw_88sQW5fTYGhLxqqG2naE26USzBqME43xhK4PAwuczw8ueAyCU0_AaGoIR4qe1VMMWLyNl9qFB8xqWyvbGo_Ai1M5lw1cUC8sOx-i8cy7q8AIb1-7HQNT2490pKUktFDqw/s1600-h/concept_narciso1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="width: 397px; height: 268px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhTdw_88sQW5fTYGhLxqqG2naE26USzBqME43xhK4PAwuczw8ueAyCU0_AaGoIR4qe1VMMWLyNl9qFB8xqWyvbGo_Ai1M5lw1cUC8sOx-i8cy7q8AIb1-7HQNT2490pKUktFDqw/s400/concept_narciso1.jpg" border="0" height="148" width="224" /></a><br /><br />"Há muito tempo... pisou na terra aquele que foi considerado o mais belo dentre os vivos. Tão belo, tão formoso que até a natureza que o emoldurava se tornava opaca... os pássaros, os <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lírios</span>, os elementos mais esplendorosos esmaeciam à sua beleza... E assim, Narciso, a própria imagem da perfeição se tornava triste e incompleto, exilado neste mundo imperfeito, inadequado para este sempre. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ingênuo</span>, apaixona-se por si, arrogante, morre na solidão."<br /><br />Não seria o destino trágico de Seu Narciso com certeza! Embora o nome sempre me faça ter a vontade deste trocadilho irresistível... (como o título deste <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">post</span>!) Pois para mim é claro: Seu Narciso é um homem apaixonado pelo "belo". Mas seu espelho não é água, nem a face de velho homem, e sim o sol do alvorada, a janela de suas esperanças.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5G-1qiUiUdmJHpeF6UptmPrUd3Aup46QomBDXLCYeY62fzypaPs8H5InnBr6JIgLPmgEdIMwSuqEa5gRmMNMMswb7w2Cmv7krvdEgiD75LhGMKPMQCruxHeu4weoj0SwQ-pHErw/s1600-h/concept_narciso2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056091495401495218" style="width: 399px; height: 261px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5G-1qiUiUdmJHpeF6UptmPrUd3Aup46QomBDXLCYeY62fzypaPs8H5InnBr6JIgLPmgEdIMwSuqEa5gRmMNMMswb7w2Cmv7krvdEgiD75LhGMKPMQCruxHeu4weoj0SwQ-pHErw/s400/concept_narciso2.jpg" border="0" height="185" width="270" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Nestes estudos, algumas variações para Seu Narciso. Percebe-se uma postura cansada e majestosa, respeitosamente <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">projetada</span> para frente como um louva-deus. Os olhos, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">miúdos na cabeça arbórea</span>, necessitam os faróis imensos e pesados dos óculos para buscar a resposta lá longe... no amanhã!</span></em></span><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ></span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOkX293lWJby1xyS0dQLZiVh2XONgMm7cuHGKjmizquTDCvkOnDyYpSw8kO5UpEp2QlUdCCtSGOY9nfdjWAoWPNoW2xHGBW8644fg99zHQSxhm824tB48ITXTBpdbKoeHu5d_5g/s1600-h/concept_narciso7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056239212211706642" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOkX293lWJby1xyS0dQLZiVh2XONgMm7cuHGKjmizquTDCvkOnDyYpSw8kO5UpEp2QlUdCCtSGOY9nfdjWAoWPNoW2xHGBW8644fg99zHQSxhm824tB48ITXTBpdbKoeHu5d_5g/s400/concept_narciso7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpid1Y2hO9OiGdUFhqg9IKW2CBbNK-IRS_fnGgBdp3sZk0LpM1YkhHx6NQFvqVhPnfVXGQz_dwjwpcCHLwQPuWln1SDjG9Cxasmf0P9LTi9RZnYrumGw2j9cHAGDoQ3x_z-xJfQ/s1600-h/concept_narciso8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056239216506673954" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpid1Y2hO9OiGdUFhqg9IKW2CBbNK-IRS_fnGgBdp3sZk0LpM1YkhHx6NQFvqVhPnfVXGQz_dwjwpcCHLwQPuWln1SDjG9Cxasmf0P9LTi9RZnYrumGw2j9cHAGDoQ3x_z-xJfQ/s400/concept_narciso8.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qZ-KHR7EKmHL7ODDdR_HSwlEd3E-stRZFhvwXNcCU7kiuvf-asD-fK04kjY_hn9jqdDV0jfqzk-0_mpM3engNiNm20XING4B-BSvt61Tv0W7rOMHTueEfD8IZMMXHVTyfZoPhA/s1600-h/concept_narciso10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056250460731054914" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qZ-KHR7EKmHL7ODDdR_HSwlEd3E-stRZFhvwXNcCU7kiuvf-asD-fK04kjY_hn9jqdDV0jfqzk-0_mpM3engNiNm20XING4B-BSvt61Tv0W7rOMHTueEfD8IZMMXHVTyfZoPhA/s400/concept_narciso10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiMPTrYVzNdslcBzQ1hM9cdrzSXkRsNNzFaPgYy0dzCM7zL_fqgAzD_2qu3VHu2UfVF_yuKA4ICizLNcblSy_-ll5VLzGRBpvyS1U0s1csi2Nj-Q41fxezIqws_g2B8zOgYH-AQ/s1600-h/concept_narciso4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056091499696462562" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiMPTrYVzNdslcBzQ1hM9cdrzSXkRsNNzFaPgYy0dzCM7zL_fqgAzD_2qu3VHu2UfVF_yuKA4ICizLNcblSy_-ll5VLzGRBpvyS1U0s1csi2Nj-Q41fxezIqws_g2B8zOgYH-AQ/s400/concept_narciso4.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtGAUCaT0kOLvrgYHl2DZFgIo7I7el5vNPcj5e0xCzO9OT7ysvl52PqD2B3x6A7Fr5VKt9lq2HaHwx7-F1tgK3mYy60v-4q0skhCjelNEiq7vGad5asLlm1x2YNRVYLQUtnlj_A/s1600-h/concept_narciso9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056250460731054930" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtGAUCaT0kOLvrgYHl2DZFgIo7I7el5vNPcj5e0xCzO9OT7ysvl52PqD2B3x6A7Fr5VKt9lq2HaHwx7-F1tgK3mYy60v-4q0skhCjelNEiq7vGad5asLlm1x2YNRVYLQUtnlj_A/s400/concept_narciso9.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-32249675665302289412007-04-18T06:49:00.000-07:002008-07-15T23:00:38.315-07:00CENA DA DESPEDIDA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTYL2yICdlDbOKVrfpp71-5VAjRVYR_DN5jk45kz64yi8KZ39RlYKRHFHvalmQZnXde4Bh6NQtURvysewA2tZ2mpPO2w-wUsTzph6CPHT7clFRHb5P5ApbBiJD15codMU6bW8KQ/s1600-h/CENA02_COMPOSIT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054771088184176034" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTYL2yICdlDbOKVrfpp71-5VAjRVYR_DN5jk45kz64yi8KZ39RlYKRHFHvalmQZnXde4Bh6NQtURvysewA2tZ2mpPO2w-wUsTzph6CPHT7clFRHb5P5ApbBiJD15codMU6bW8KQ/s400/CENA02_COMPOSIT.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0M2uMGWocqZjFTmLhdvKtvL6ITulTHDX1Paan-8zZKif2mkVMDpxYbO-Af_F8_lFHT9hyphenhyphen50mWwhj1wllyhNSkS0VPLmLTL-0OLRr23JZw1d3mf6rYZOyTaFJtiQTupae4YWMKYQ/s1600-h/CENA02_COMPOSIT.jpg"></a><br />A cena do casal que se despede na madrugada, um beijo que rendeu um belo comentário de nosso amigo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chigo</span> Chagas. Ele disse parecer se tratar de um ato <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">narcísico</span>, o <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">contato</span> do homem e da mulher que se beijam na penumbra, assim parecem um só <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">refletido</span>, como num espelho. Belo comentário... Obrigado, Chico!<br /><br />Abaixo, a primeira versão do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">storyboard</span> feita em 1999. Ainda permaneceram intactas muitas <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">decupagens</span>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUTuuOrQ8tiYPq9v4RCn6Yr7NOS2z6FayicP-lBUJpqKR9szxJgeODBQjhLyuGK49svghVYw1jkVnyApAFP1tNnV4BzcGwOdffEmlVCHaQM7nR6Tr0UIC2z3MrqXGfNyuqIvbLA/s1600-h/story01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUTuuOrQ8tiYPq9v4RCn6Yr7NOS2z6FayicP-lBUJpqKR9szxJgeODBQjhLyuGK49svghVYw1jkVnyApAFP1tNnV4BzcGwOdffEmlVCHaQM7nR6Tr0UIC2z3MrqXGfNyuqIvbLA/s400/story01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8adyyJUfoRGjd6Lpq-922FIgvO_hihQtcqiblN_lv2eRfuyyX2CnRRMgzK0W3-eCf0h1rPqfj69I7jedmoIHUeccoe4_FHDw-JcmrOBdkeukH4sstSxySePwEK2Ey5PKUT7Yoyw/s1600-h/story02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8adyyJUfoRGjd6Lpq-922FIgvO_hihQtcqiblN_lv2eRfuyyX2CnRRMgzK0W3-eCf0h1rPqfj69I7jedmoIHUeccoe4_FHDw-JcmrOBdkeukH4sstSxySePwEK2Ey5PKUT7Yoyw/s400/story02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Layout</span> de cena.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFl2fnhSeGhOgVSGhUXk35iZnCXR4DMPAJzO8qL7MP68DlCnN_fzBCpvsYv5VBFmMSJd-mvnzTxuPfFCsKFgp8MxV-fAowzBUnbt0Pm5rYDseo09bdtNJMzV6YtWD-urRxfOWQQ/s1600-h/CENA02_LAYOUT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFl2fnhSeGhOgVSGhUXk35iZnCXR4DMPAJzO8qL7MP68DlCnN_fzBCpvsYv5VBFmMSJd-mvnzTxuPfFCsKFgp8MxV-fAowzBUnbt0Pm5rYDseo09bdtNJMzV6YtWD-urRxfOWQQ/s400/CENA02_LAYOUT.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-38912012073013552652007-04-18T06:43:00.000-07:002008-04-07T08:01:33.463-07:00GABIRU E O VENDEDOR DE "DIM-DIM"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DnuUIpRQazsJVDEumeVuHeVm5ZdsCtxmWvTqEekTc_LOWm6ZmOlwmjC_sIRhcl1lloZ0B9Zc0UxU_am2lSZlsluvRKNTMvNIa_OjqCiZ9BXB3wO08biG_1A7MlqJ1EZGQ1L8FQ/s1600-h/GABIRUCHICA.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnklXUnlWWOR_bEjfgSM2LpQHaL_vFcPJeYnOtC4TZQN9OSA2Q4cS-cyF0ICunuffJxmnzHkQQ5bibfrH4-SW_JB8tmRfboyCWqCsgGZkNHp4CECxF3gBPjmdaYu3tuyfdm-Cww/s1600-h/layout_cen28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnklXUnlWWOR_bEjfgSM2LpQHaL_vFcPJeYnOtC4TZQN9OSA2Q4cS-cyF0ICunuffJxmnzHkQQ5bibfrH4-SW_JB8tmRfboyCWqCsgGZkNHp4CECxF3gBPjmdaYu3tuyfdm-Cww/s400/layout_cen28.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gabiru</span> corre pelas vielas do morro e cumprimenta o vendedor de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sacolé</span>. Lá onde eu morava chamávamos "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dim</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dim</span>", o suco de frutas congelado num pequeno saco plástico...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTAio7JiHPTxytKZ0Hb5_-yB3yUQ6fyN0TDzPfCNnahv-nEzymeJ5qnme7NQzijvwl-z6U-euC_F6Vhr6gBPm6rGORLee2Qg14p7jZEQxEMZMWOBnUqUj8ENmi6ryFfqu_Dc4Bg/s1600-h/CENA_03_HOMEM.jpg"></a><div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div>sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-77469575360348819762007-04-12T08:22:00.000-07:002008-04-07T08:01:59.293-07:00SEU NARCISO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-MDbpxg3VgVXyD1Vz95MM25MF0K-M5zGKSbidQpDn5DSZu1cDKSdExmmFzWwTVaWOZjtgN4MKzu2gk0NnVdlOBXQ51osinczvvKeWhlXKEL2taCcA2YzA1jN-S_2VP_g4znDUA/s1600-h/concept002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-MDbpxg3VgVXyD1Vz95MM25MF0K-M5zGKSbidQpDn5DSZu1cDKSdExmmFzWwTVaWOZjtgN4MKzu2gk0NnVdlOBXQ51osinczvvKeWhlXKEL2taCcA2YzA1jN-S_2VP_g4znDUA/s400/concept002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ao olhar o painel de cortiça, Narciso relembra os anos que se passaram. Pouco depois, as décadas... Pouco depois, a infância lhe tomou de tal forma a consciência, que o que via não eram fotos de jornal, nem a paisagem da janela à sua frente. Via <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gabiru</span>, os lápis de cor e o abraço de Dona <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Franscica</span>, sua mãe. <div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div>sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-89622325679213343792007-04-12T07:39:00.000-07:002008-07-15T23:01:11.336-07:00MANHÃ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x_f9VXYM3aAv3nsl8lTFtm2v3YV8xu8ccNDZjhuzruVgzE5DRAGinO8bF2ejfpFiNf1NQDqmU4mmNnfBRqYBPKS1FbxC01-vVhuxp4q5LBuaLdaLvgA-3QbfXdfrUsja5pUZAA/s1600-h/DSCN0784.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x_f9VXYM3aAv3nsl8lTFtm2v3YV8xu8ccNDZjhuzruVgzE5DRAGinO8bF2ejfpFiNf1NQDqmU4mmNnfBRqYBPKS1FbxC01-vVhuxp4q5LBuaLdaLvgA-3QbfXdfrUsja5pUZAA/s400/DSCN0784.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33126139.post-27573023286022458772007-04-05T13:39:00.000-07:002008-04-18T13:02:10.051-07:00CHUVA DE ABRILEnfim... depois de uma longa temporada de estiagem choveu nesta tarde. Começou suave, trazida por uma brisa refrescante com cheiro de terra. A brisa, vez em quando, fazia respingar os primeiros pingos de chuva sobre as janelas do meu apartamento, como também sobre as lentes dos meus óculos.<br /><br />Escureceu e acizentou. E a chuva cobriu com o seu véu as luzes da cidade que eu via lá longe e tomaram uma aparência esfumaçada e silenciosa. O sol já se ia tranquilo e, escondido de tudo, ainda matizava os vapores e as nuvens altas, assim tudo ficava mais ocre, ou lilas, ou azul, não sei...<br /><br />A temperatura caiu levemente, e tudo mais úmido, mais fresco, me trouxe uma sensação de relaxamento. Uma pequena trégua ao mormaço do meu ventilador... Mais aliviado do cansaço do "espírito de verão" que temos que manter até muito além de março. Sejam bem-vindas as aguas de março em abril!sergio gleneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09243971080161751396noreply@blogger.com0