<?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-7030817321396695482</id><updated>2012-01-16T12:49:49.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lúcia Hiratsuka</title><subtitle type='html'>eventos,rascunhos e pinceladas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4569834420879881423</id><published>2012-01-13T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:20:46.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro para 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1QTatIu6Wk/TxCOH1I1RJI/AAAAAAAABLw/iFqxb8BJQFI/s1600/A%2Bvenda%253A%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1QTatIu6Wk/TxCOH1I1RJI/AAAAAAAABLw/iFqxb8BJQFI/s320/A%2Bvenda%253A%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697209793798030482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ADfVpWxvI/TxCOOna-ILI/AAAAAAAABL8/gOQv_wyEcuo/s1600/A%2Bvenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9ADfVpWxvI/TxCOOna-ILI/AAAAAAAABL8/gOQv_wyEcuo/s320/A%2Bvenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697209910375096498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia e Nico adoram espiar o que tem na Venda perto de casa. E decidem abrir uma também. Para isso montam caixas, ajeitam a prateleira e juntam mercadorias. E é só esperar os compradores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o terceiro livro da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coleção Lia e Nico&lt;/span&gt; (Global). O título é A VENDA, na fase de produção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4569834420879881423?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4569834420879881423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4569834420879881423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4569834420879881423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4569834420879881423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/livro-para-2012.html' title='Livro para 2012'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-W1QTatIu6Wk/TxCOH1I1RJI/AAAAAAAABLw/iFqxb8BJQFI/s72-c/A%2Bvenda%253A%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4599872555419661873</id><published>2011-12-28T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:31:45.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano-novo com guaraná e mochi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rjp15JWyvw/TvskpA780EI/AAAAAAAABLk/dxvSYlBfT8I/s1600/guaran%25C3%25A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rjp15JWyvw/TvskpA780EI/AAAAAAAABLk/dxvSYlBfT8I/s320/guaran%25C3%25A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691182841157439554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezembro. Já percebia um movimento diferente lá em casa. O pai voltava da cidade trazendo uma caixa de guaraná. E ele conta  que quando moleque, junto com o irmão mais novo, tomou toda a bebida antes da data.  E no ano-novo, cadê o guaraná? Só restou o casco.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu e minhas irmãs sabíamos esperar.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 31 de dezembro, acordávamos cedo, dia de fazer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mochi&lt;/span&gt; (ou moti). O enorme pilão de madeira ocupava espaço no quintal e o pai socava o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arroz-mochi&lt;/span&gt; cozido no vapor. Divertíamos enrolando os bolinhos. Os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mochis&lt;/span&gt; eram oferecido aos deuses e antepassados. Mas eu me lembro especialmente dos meus pais colocarem o bolinho em cima do poço, no carro, na máquina de costura. Entendi que essa oferenda não era apenas para pedir um novo ano com muita fartura, era também uma forma de agradecer pelo que tínhamos recebido e até pelos objetos que nos serviram durante o ano.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro de janeiro, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o mochi&lt;/span&gt;, mais a mesa cheia de coisas gostosas. E guaraná. Cada criança recebia uma garrafa. Para não acabar logo, a gente fazia um furo na tampinha e bebíamos em gotas. Era o gosto do ano-novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4599872555419661873?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4599872555419661873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4599872555419661873' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4599872555419661873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4599872555419661873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/12/ano-novo-na-roca.html' title='Ano-novo com guaraná e mochi'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-9rjp15JWyvw/TvskpA780EI/AAAAAAAABLk/dxvSYlBfT8I/s72-c/guaran%25C3%25A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6881877145697077795</id><published>2011-12-21T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:14:42.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada, amigos e leitores queridos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUPV6eVl32o/TvHaW_rIuiI/AAAAAAAABLY/VwriCNHMYxI/s1600/Feliz%2Bnatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUPV6eVl32o/TvHaW_rIuiI/AAAAAAAABLY/VwriCNHMYxI/s320/Feliz%2Bnatal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688567892929985058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer e desejar muitas alegrias, muita fartura. Que 2012 chegue trazendo boas novidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6881877145697077795?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6881877145697077795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6881877145697077795' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6881877145697077795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6881877145697077795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/12/obrigada-amigos-e-leitores-queridos.html' title='Obrigada, amigos e leitores queridos'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-oUPV6eVl32o/TvHaW_rIuiI/AAAAAAAABLY/VwriCNHMYxI/s72-c/Feliz%2Bnatal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6658403011417318975</id><published>2011-11-28T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:58:33.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na 25 de março</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTlnIrQUdRk/TtPzQAL0JiI/AAAAAAAABLM/sst9-ZdO_eo/s1600/25%2Bde%2Bmar%25C3%25A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTlnIrQUdRk/TtPzQAL0JiI/AAAAAAAABLM/sst9-ZdO_eo/s320/25%2Bde%2Bmar%25C3%25A7o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680151011297338914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recém chegada do interior, minha tia comentou que nas lojas de tecidos da 25 de Março sempre tinha alguém desenhando.  Lá fui, levando uma pasta com desenhos, desci na estação São Bento. Era loja ao lado de loja, muitas, todas com vitrines exibindo tecidos finos, coloridos, brilhos de paetê. Com coragem de quem está doida para ser independente, entrei em várias lojas. E no primeiro dia, a sorte me ajudou, consegui o meu primeiro emprego (de carteira assinada).  Logo descobri que não era exatamente o que eu pretendia como carreira, mas desenhava vestidos que as mulhres usariam em festas. E deu para viver disso por um ano e meio. Ao lembrar, acho engraçado. A 25 era tão diferente. Conheci os últimos anos de glamour da rua 25 de março.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6658403011417318975?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6658403011417318975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6658403011417318975' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6658403011417318975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6658403011417318975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/11/primeiro-emprego.html' title='Na 25 de março'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-pTlnIrQUdRk/TtPzQAL0JiI/AAAAAAAABLM/sst9-ZdO_eo/s72-c/25%2Bde%2Bmar%25C3%25A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7640054714224875021</id><published>2011-11-04T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:59:42.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarela de viagens - de Tsutomu Murakami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zUYw88Nc2I/TrRMBFsYDaI/AAAAAAAABLA/fsTv0nnqZa0/s1600/istambul685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zUYw88Nc2I/TrRMBFsYDaI/AAAAAAAABLA/fsTv0nnqZa0/s320/istambul685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671241412358180258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aa5axhGscEA/TrRB4pnNINI/AAAAAAAABKo/vGdzoam_D8g/s1600/Istambul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aa5axhGscEA/TrRB4pnNINI/AAAAAAAABKo/vGdzoam_D8g/s320/Istambul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671230272265068754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crônicas de viagens são sempre saborosas. Junto com uma aquarela então... Tsutomu Murakami (também autor de livros ilustrados) fez muitas viagens com intuito de pintar ao vivo. Diz que, quando jovem, a cada ilustração  que terminava para um livro, saía em viagem carregando uma mochila com seu caderno de desenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomei a liberdade de recortar um detalhe dessa aquarela, paisagem de Istambul, para mostrar melhor as pinceladas.&lt;br /&gt;A crônica que acompanha a imagem é muito interessante, mas na dificuldade de transpor integralmente, traduzi aqui algumas palavras dele — "Muitos pintores usam seus cadernos de sketch e fotos como referências  para pintar em seus ateliers, ampliam em telas as imagens, repensam na composição. Mas com tudo isso, vai-se o vento e o cheiro do lugar, além de perder a energia das pinceladas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele conta ainda que, para tentar captar uma boa imagem, o difícil é achar o lugar. "É quase um milage quando a paisagem diante dos olhos  sintoniza-se com a paisagem que estou buscando. Mesmo sabendo disso, com a sensação de que irá surgir esse lugar, continuo caminhando... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esse sketch de Istanbul, depois de andar muito, pensei —Ai, vai ser aqui mesmo — e me sentei para pintar. Logo passou aquela sensação de dificuldade inicial e virou um sketch que merece ser chamado de sketch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(da revista MOE- Japão, 1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-7640054714224875021?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7640054714224875021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7640054714224875021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7640054714224875021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7640054714224875021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/11/aquarela-e-viagens.html' title='Aquarela de viagens - de Tsutomu Murakami'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-0zUYw88Nc2I/TrRMBFsYDaI/AAAAAAAABLA/fsTv0nnqZa0/s72-c/istambul685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5185082094188382872</id><published>2011-10-29T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:27:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estojo de aquarela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vmWceLGbJg/TqxjmEdbAcI/AAAAAAAABKc/Y3ju9iLknE4/s1600/aquarela%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vmWceLGbJg/TqxjmEdbAcI/AAAAAAAABKc/Y3ju9iLknE4/s320/aquarela%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669015536635937218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comprei um novo estojo de aquarela.&lt;br /&gt;E lembrei que o anterior eu o adquiri numa rua de Firenze, na Itália. Era uma loja pequena, paredes de tijolos (ou pedras) aparentes, só vendiam materiais de desenhos. Será que ainda existe? Quem me atendeu foi uma senhora magra, cabelos curtos e encaracolados, platinados, elegante. "É uma aquarela muito fina", ela me disse em italiano (eu tinha aprendido a falar bem o italiano, agora esqueci tudo). E eu saí com aquele objeto na mão, com a sensação de levar comigo algo especial, só possível de ser comprado em viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Foi há 20 anos. E não tive outro estojo, significa que esse me acompanhou por muito  tempo de trabalho. Quando alguma pastilha acabava, eu repunha, não precisava ser da mesma marca. O estojo continua inteiro, apesar de uma ou outra ferrugenzinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, hoje, achei que poderia comprar um estojo menor, mais leve, pois poucas cores me bastam. Acabei  optando outra vez por &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schmincke&lt;/span&gt;.  Veio com 12 pastilhas. É bonito e funcional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5185082094188382872?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5185082094188382872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5185082094188382872' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5185082094188382872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5185082094188382872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/10/aquarela-nova.html' title='Estojo de aquarela'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-3vmWceLGbJg/TqxjmEdbAcI/AAAAAAAABKc/Y3ju9iLknE4/s72-c/aquarela%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1455937872969262719</id><published>2011-09-15T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:16:09.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu pequeno herói vai para Minas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vhi8gg4D6Hg/TnJLHxl5h4I/AAAAAAAABJ4/QdoBwxKO9GE/s1600/issum%2Bboshi426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vhi8gg4D6Hg/TnJLHxl5h4I/AAAAAAAABJ4/QdoBwxKO9GE/s320/issum%2Bboshi426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652663079246858114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzgqCp_QWho/TnJLaVFV47I/AAAAAAAABKI/uwye_s64Fa8/s1600/issum%2Bboshi%2Btreina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzgqCp_QWho/TnJLaVFV47I/AAAAAAAABKI/uwye_s64Fa8/s320/issum%2Bboshi%2Btreina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652663398011626418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPfmiegp_CY/TnJLUe_t9yI/AAAAAAAABKA/Tvf724InjM0/s1600/issum%2Bboshi%2Be%2Ba%2Babelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPfmiegp_CY/TnJLUe_t9yI/AAAAAAAABKA/Tvf724InjM0/s320/issum%2Bboshi%2Be%2Ba%2Babelha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652663297593177890" 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;Este é um personagem muito querido. Do tamanho de um dedo, mas cheio de coragem. Para navegar, ele usa um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barco-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owan&lt;/span&gt; e um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hashi&lt;/span&gt; como remo. E luta com sua espada de agulha. ISSUM BOSHI — este pequeno grande herói vai para Minas. Em 2012, será lançado com texto novo e novas ilustrações (selo Abacate). Será que ele vai virar um samuraizinho mineiro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1455937872969262719?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1455937872969262719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1455937872969262719' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1455937872969262719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1455937872969262719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/09/meu-pequeno-heroi-vai-pra-minas.html' title='Meu pequeno herói vai para Minas'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-Vhi8gg4D6Hg/TnJLHxl5h4I/AAAAAAAABJ4/QdoBwxKO9GE/s72-c/issum%2Bboshi426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-488613210634899138</id><published>2011-09-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T04:51:33.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerejeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1oCUpmpSprg/TmaTIFO2ngI/AAAAAAAABJw/S3JXj5xqYKs/s1600/cerejeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1oCUpmpSprg/TmaTIFO2ngI/AAAAAAAABJw/S3JXj5xqYKs/s320/cerejeira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649364549635579394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cerejeiras farão parte do livro ISSUM BOSHI- o pequeno samurai- que estou preparando para 2012. Em aquarela e grafite.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-488613210634899138?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/488613210634899138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=488613210634899138' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/488613210634899138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/488613210634899138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/09/cerejeiras.html' title='Cerejeiras'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-1oCUpmpSprg/TmaTIFO2ngI/AAAAAAAABJw/S3JXj5xqYKs/s72-c/cerejeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-598802483283031247</id><published>2011-08-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:59:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haicais com sumiê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soL6dtmmTRU/TlplIuTNYFI/AAAAAAAABJo/guIg_PESLDQ/s1600/lua-panela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soL6dtmmTRU/TlplIuTNYFI/AAAAAAAABJo/guIg_PESLDQ/s320/lua-panela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645936283404296274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhgEdaBYrU/Tlpk7njw6WI/AAAAAAAABJg/7QLkRDxoJls/s1600/voz%2Bdo%2Bcervo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhgEdaBYrU/Tlpk7njw6WI/AAAAAAAABJg/7QLkRDxoJls/s320/voz%2Bdo%2Bcervo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645936058256386402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traduzi e ilustrei esses haicais, de Kyoroku, Busson e Shiki, em 2006. Já foram publicados no site &lt;a href="http://www.cron%C3%83%C2%B3pios.com.br"&gt;Cronópios&lt;/a&gt;, mas decidi postar novamente para quem gosta de poesia e de sumiê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyOKoDdJANE/TlpkrrtR_wI/AAAAAAAABJY/lPeWyEPNZic/s1600/chuva%2Be%2Br%25C3%25A3%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyOKoDdJANE/TlpkrrtR_wI/AAAAAAAABJY/lPeWyEPNZic/s320/chuva%2Be%2Br%25C3%25A3%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645935784492138242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-598802483283031247?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/598802483283031247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=598802483283031247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/598802483283031247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/598802483283031247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/08/poeisa-com-imagens.html' title='haicais com sumiê'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-soL6dtmmTRU/TlplIuTNYFI/AAAAAAAABJo/guIg_PESLDQ/s72-c/lua-panela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5612139367143664028</id><published>2011-07-02T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:17:03.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O ogro e as galinhas</title><content type='html'>Laura e Carlinhos desconfiam que o avô não está construindo um brinquedo. Apesar de ele gostar muito de brincar. Brincar é coisa muito séria para o avô. E catar ovos também. E a aposta que as crianças fazem com o avô é ainda mais sério, disso depende a vida da Naná, a galinha carijó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O ogro e as galinhas&lt;/span&gt; faz parte da coleção &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Histórias do Quintal&lt;/span&gt; (SM- comboio de cordas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiFffIH8VYs/Tg97HCAuStI/AAAAAAAABI4/jZ9mqmx0pAI/s1600/pag%2B8-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiFffIH8VYs/Tg97HCAuStI/AAAAAAAABI4/jZ9mqmx0pAI/s320/pag%2B8-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624849820338244306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkkNjSjFWUU/Tg97kwLQ_aI/AAAAAAAABJA/u-hzqpa7rN8/s1600/galinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkkNjSjFWUU/Tg97kwLQ_aI/AAAAAAAABJA/u-hzqpa7rN8/s320/galinhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624850330946698658" 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/7030817321396695482-5612139367143664028?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5612139367143664028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5612139367143664028' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5612139367143664028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5612139367143664028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-ogro-e-as-galinhas.html' title='O ogro e as galinhas'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-eiFffIH8VYs/Tg97HCAuStI/AAAAAAAABI4/jZ9mqmx0pAI/s72-c/pag%2B8-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6194853446655062653</id><published>2011-07-02T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:19:22.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladrão de Ovos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JKvYJcCIfU/Tg94I6_p6dI/AAAAAAAABIg/s4saNMhvaBQ/s1600/pag%2B20-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JKvYJcCIfU/Tg94I6_p6dI/AAAAAAAABIg/s4saNMhvaBQ/s320/pag%2B20-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624846554279569874" 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/-0kYAfy0LkN4/Tg90iPGR73I/AAAAAAAABII/9H4AsgFCfe0/s1600/pag%2B24-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0kYAfy0LkN4/Tg90iPGR73I/AAAAAAAABII/9H4AsgFCfe0/s320/pag%2B24-25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624842591126286194" 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;O mundo está longe ou perto? A noite chega, depois de passar por vários lugares do mundo... Para Laura e Carlinhos, e os seus cachorros, Duque e Leão, o quintal é o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;. Mas  também tem o mundo para lá da porteira.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladrão de ovos&lt;/span&gt; faz parte da coleção &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Histórias do Quintal -SM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6194853446655062653?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6194853446655062653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6194853446655062653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6194853446655062653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6194853446655062653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/07/ladrao-de-ovos.html' title='Ladrão de Ovos'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-0JKvYJcCIfU/Tg94I6_p6dI/AAAAAAAABIg/s4saNMhvaBQ/s72-c/pag%2B20-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5759371616651853366</id><published>2011-07-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:29:55.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou O Prato Azul-Pombinho de Cora Coralina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFfiwS1gSKA/Tg9ss-CIPqI/AAAAAAAABHQ/wXLQMQy8m3M/s1600/O%2BPrato%2Bcapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFfiwS1gSKA/Tg9ss-CIPqI/AAAAAAAABHQ/wXLQMQy8m3M/s320/O%2BPrato%2Bcapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624833979431009954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNVEfMT0sWM/Tg9tVL9SF5I/AAAAAAAABHo/p84LceU1PSI/s1600/lanterna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNVEfMT0sWM/Tg9tVL9SF5I/AAAAAAAABHo/p84LceU1PSI/s320/lanterna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624834670363547538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jxDcuUiL6s/Tg9ttytEQnI/AAAAAAAABH4/tHO-EWiRFcI/s1600/casa%2Bda%2BCora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jxDcuUiL6s/Tg9ttytEQnI/AAAAAAAABH4/tHO-EWiRFcI/s320/casa%2Bda%2BCora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624835093081375346" 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/7030817321396695482-5759371616651853366?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5759371616651853366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5759371616651853366' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5759371616651853366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5759371616651853366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/07/chegou-prato-azul-pombinho.html' title='Chegou O Prato Azul-Pombinho de Cora Coralina'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-cFfiwS1gSKA/Tg9ss-CIPqI/AAAAAAAABHQ/wXLQMQy8m3M/s72-c/O%2BPrato%2Bcapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4382814352192994282</id><published>2011-06-01T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:41:32.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cora Coralina e o prato azul-pombinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WuIcve2wQtM/TeatqQaRG7I/AAAAAAAABEc/ZVCe2dPKENk/s1600/arm%25C3%25A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WuIcve2wQtM/TeatqQaRG7I/AAAAAAAABEc/ZVCe2dPKENk/s320/arm%25C3%25A1rio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613364927035153330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2WRS3Rxnt8/Teau9AKt0tI/AAAAAAAABE0/QK6cWryrKMc/s1600/azul%253Aprincesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2WRS3Rxnt8/Teau9AKt0tI/AAAAAAAABE0/QK6cWryrKMc/s320/azul%253Aprincesa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613366348604101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um armário que guarda um prato. Um prato que guarda uma história azul.  Princesa, mar, barco, quiosques rendilhados...quanto encanto para Aninha (Cora menina).&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que em casa também tinha uma cristaleira de madeira e dentro muitos objetos. Nesses objetos eu buscava desenhos que me faziam imaginar histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano passado recebi este presente, ilustrar um texto da Cora Coralina — "O Prato Azul-Pombinho" — numa nova edição da editora Global.  Decidi marcar bem a cor marrom, que lembra a terra, e  azul, que remete a um lugar distante.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto aguardo o livro ficar pronto, posto aqui alguns detalhes das imagens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4382814352192994282?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4382814352192994282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4382814352192994282' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4382814352192994282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4382814352192994282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/06/cora-coralina-e-o-prato-azul-pombinho.html' title='Cora Coralina e o prato azul-pombinho'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-WuIcve2wQtM/TeatqQaRG7I/AAAAAAAABEc/ZVCe2dPKENk/s72-c/arm%25C3%25A1rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6067628135383791808</id><published>2011-05-26T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T13:56:41.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando estive em Goiás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juU_bQ-v8sQ/Td69I8q1EdI/AAAAAAAABEU/vs-HqqM7EAg/s1600/Goias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juU_bQ-v8sQ/Td69I8q1EdI/AAAAAAAABEU/vs-HqqM7EAg/s320/Goias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611130147172585938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAHLC43m54I/Td69DNl39II/AAAAAAAABEM/_w2HQdF3No8/s1600/cachorrinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAHLC43m54I/Td69DNl39II/AAAAAAAABEM/_w2HQdF3No8/s320/cachorrinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611130048635991170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou uma chuva fininha. Eu me abriguei de um lado da rua e  o cãozinho do outro.  Não dá pra imaginar uma história?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6067628135383791808?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6067628135383791808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6067628135383791808' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6067628135383791808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6067628135383791808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-estive-em-goias.html' title='Quando estive em Goiás'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-juU_bQ-v8sQ/Td69I8q1EdI/AAAAAAAABEU/vs-HqqM7EAg/s72-c/Goias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4720896549798916806</id><published>2011-04-15T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:52:53.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou A VISITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxDsG2-lBY8/TahX78HTLkI/AAAAAAAABC8/cya9RhC5h1E/s1600/A%2Bvisita2%253Afoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxDsG2-lBY8/TahX78HTLkI/AAAAAAAABC8/cya9RhC5h1E/s320/A%2Bvisita2%253Afoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595819224268484162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIQZC3RpOzE/TahYQdqIRkI/AAAAAAAABDM/3ARASqN-ZnU/s1600/a%2Bvisita%2B5%253Afoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIQZC3RpOzE/TahYQdqIRkI/AAAAAAAABDM/3ARASqN-ZnU/s320/a%2Bvisita%2B5%253Afoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595819576870323778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morando na roça, visita era algo desejado. Algumas muito esperadas, como a dos primos. Outras nem tanto. E tinha aquelas inesperadas... tantas visitas passaram pela porteira do sítio Asahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, não faz tanto tempo assim, eu e minhas irmãs tentamos visitar esse lugar, mas não conseguimos reconhecer a entrada, não tinha mais pés de cafés, nem pés de caquis, nem amoreiras. Decidimos não insistir na ideia de ver o lugar onde nascemos e crescemos.&lt;br /&gt;O bom é que as imagens me fazem VISITAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8xNuwh1ZF4/TahYFXxCkMI/AAAAAAAABDE/CLg8GpE30KI/s1600/a%2Bvisita%253Afoto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8xNuwh1ZF4/TahYFXxCkMI/AAAAAAAABDE/CLg8GpE30KI/s320/a%2Bvisita%253Afoto3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595819386310136002" 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/7030817321396695482-4720896549798916806?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4720896549798916806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4720896549798916806' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4720896549798916806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4720896549798916806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/04/chegou-visita.html' title='Chegou A VISITA'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-bxDsG2-lBY8/TahX78HTLkI/AAAAAAAABC8/cya9RhC5h1E/s72-c/A%2Bvisita2%253Afoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1900092207122644899</id><published>2011-03-17T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:11:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra história caipira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4SkXuvKHkk/TYIdHxR2ngI/AAAAAAAABCU/TkUYjMbim5s/s1600/Duque%2Be%2BLe%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4SkXuvKHkk/TYIdHxR2ngI/AAAAAAAABCU/TkUYjMbim5s/s320/Duque%2Be%2BLe%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585058507217346050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oOqEBJb0MQ/TYIc3T4yqTI/AAAAAAAABCM/DYsJbKgSIpY/s1600/pag%2B8-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oOqEBJb0MQ/TYIc3T4yqTI/AAAAAAAABCM/DYsJbKgSIpY/s320/pag%2B8-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585058224449694002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-rpT5KBc6I/TYIdPi0vIlI/AAAAAAAABCc/dT8tgpgiYOE/s1600/duque-varrendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-rpT5KBc6I/TYIdPi0vIlI/AAAAAAAABCc/dT8tgpgiYOE/s320/duque-varrendo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585058640776077906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ladrão de Ovos" (SM, no prelo) é o segundo título que faz parte das minhas histórias caipiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura e Carlinhos queriam um bicho SÓ DELES. Porque os cavalos são do pai, o burrico é do avô, as galinhas e outras aves são da mãe e da avó, um pouco deles também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa história foi inspirada num cachorro que eu tive de verdade, o Duque. E o outro, o Leão, era da minha irmã. Até hoje, nós comentamos porque o Duque tinha um temperamento parecido comigo e o Leão era mais parecido com a minha irmã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1900092207122644899?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1900092207122644899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1900092207122644899' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1900092207122644899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1900092207122644899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/03/outra-historia-caipira.html' title='Outra história caipira'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-w4SkXuvKHkk/TYIdHxR2ngI/AAAAAAAABCU/TkUYjMbim5s/s72-c/Duque%2Be%2BLe%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6448220584373444741</id><published>2011-02-16T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T04:40:04.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas histórias caipiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ4zP07N_QM/TVwerG70VXI/AAAAAAAABB8/79ULzK4xL5U/s1600/O%2Bogro%2Bpag%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ4zP07N_QM/TVwerG70VXI/AAAAAAAABB8/79ULzK4xL5U/s320/O%2Bogro%2Bpag%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574364164722546034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano eu tenho várias novidades. E uma boa parte tem a ver com o meu lado caipira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O ogro e as galinhas"(no prelo - ed. SM) foi  inspirado na minha vivência de roça. Faz quase dez anos que tenho essa história escrita, mas só uns dois anos atrás consegui desenhar os personagens e montar o boneco.&lt;br /&gt;Contando um pouco do que se trata —Laura e Carlinhos são surpreendidos com uma ideia que teve o "fiscal". Ele decidiu que as galinhas não iriam mais ficar tão soltas, pois isso dificultava o trabalho. Mas as crianças não gostaram nada dessa ideia e acabam tendo uma outra ideia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O avô da história foi inspirado no meu avô de verdade, que vivia cheio de ideias e essas ideias interferiam nas minhas tarefas e brincadeiras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6448220584373444741?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6448220584373444741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6448220584373444741' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6448220584373444741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6448220584373444741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/02/minhas-historias-caipiras.html' title='Minhas histórias caipiras'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-MZ4zP07N_QM/TVwerG70VXI/AAAAAAAABB8/79ULzK4xL5U/s72-c/O%2Bogro%2Bpag%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3337828508487477230</id><published>2011-01-21T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:08:39.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VISITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w40vNK6zMWo/ThCvuu3fkeI/AAAAAAAABJI/DLIYoK_-ScU/s1600/A%2BVISITA%2B-%2BCAPA_BAIXA-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w40vNK6zMWo/ThCvuu3fkeI/AAAAAAAABJI/DLIYoK_-ScU/s320/A%2BVISITA%2B-%2BCAPA_BAIXA-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625189151975379426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TTnzbiKPqiI/AAAAAAAABBA/bGLaYOgL0MQ/s1600/a%2Bvisita%2B2-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TTnzbiKPqiI/AAAAAAAABBA/bGLaYOgL0MQ/s320/a%2Bvisita%2B2-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564746468944751138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TTnzvLRtfdI/AAAAAAAABBI/k_YlyLgUQOc/s1600/A%2Bvisita-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TTnzvLRtfdI/AAAAAAAABBI/k_YlyLgUQOc/s320/A%2Bvisita-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564746806399434194" 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;A VISITA ficou com esta cara. O menino espia, por trás do ipê, com cara de espanto. O que acontece mais adiante? Neste livro, para não perder a expressão do personagem, evitei ao máximo o processo de passar a limpo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3337828508487477230?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3337828508487477230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3337828508487477230' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3337828508487477230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3337828508487477230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/01/visita.html' title='A VISITA'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/-w40vNK6zMWo/ThCvuu3fkeI/AAAAAAAABJI/DLIYoK_-ScU/s72-c/A%2BVISITA%2B-%2BCAPA_BAIXA-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3456040699917033425</id><published>2011-01-09T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:07:29.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revista Ilustrar-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TSm_-S0THSI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RzXgwqaVFeA/s1600/revista_ilust_20%2B2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TSm_-S0THSI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RzXgwqaVFeA/s320/revista_ilust_20%2B2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560186291889577250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu a &lt;a href="http://www.revistailustrar.com/"&gt;Revista Ilustrar&lt;/a&gt;- 20. Para quem tem muitas perguntas sobre como montar um Portfólio, Renato Alarcão fala justamente sobre isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3456040699917033425?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3456040699917033425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3456040699917033425' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3456040699917033425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3456040699917033425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/01/revistailustrar-20.html' title='Revista Ilustrar-20'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TSm_-S0THSI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RzXgwqaVFeA/s72-c/revista_ilust_20%2B2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2819537176077355987</id><published>2011-01-05T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:28:58.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VISITA para 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TSnGc4b_vsI/AAAAAAAABAw/YAv7O_UmLiU/s1600/visita%2B4-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TSnGc4b_vsI/AAAAAAAABAw/YAv7O_UmLiU/s320/visita%2B4-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560193414454034114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano anterior, finalizei as ilustrações de alguns livros que já estavam em formato de boneco.  "A VISITA" sai pela editora DCL.   É uma história inspirada num período vivido em Asahi. Já falei desse lugar? Se alguém chegasse para nos visitar, a primeira coisa que encontrava era a porteira.  Por ali passaram muitas visitas. Alguns vinham a cavalo, burrico, ou a pé...  Se a visita chegava em Kombi, eu pensava, será o "mascate"? , um vendedor ambulante. Se era uma perua rural, igual ao nosso, devia ser algum amigo do meu pai. Se era um fusca, eu achava que a visita vinha da cidade e era chique. De qualquer forma, adorava visitas. Trazia alguma novidade. Gostava de ouvir o barulho do carro parando perto da porteira.&lt;br /&gt;"A VISITA"é um livro narrado só por imagens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2819537176077355987?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2819537176077355987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2819537176077355987' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2819537176077355987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2819537176077355987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2011/01/visita-para-2011.html' title='A VISITA para 2011'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TSnGc4b_vsI/AAAAAAAABAw/YAv7O_UmLiU/s72-c/visita%2B4-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3528147421282615680</id><published>2010-12-28T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:26:35.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becos de Goiás Velho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRpQbios5yI/AAAAAAAAA_4/c7og5e4_c4s/s1600/beco%2Bdo%2Bmijo%2Bsubindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRpQbios5yI/AAAAAAAAA_4/c7og5e4_c4s/s320/beco%2Bdo%2Bmijo%2Bsubindo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555841524399138594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRpRkJFRpUI/AAAAAAAABAA/PRdX67PRkE4/s1600/Beco%2Bdescendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRpRkJFRpUI/AAAAAAAABAA/PRdX67PRkE4/s320/Beco%2Bdescendo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555842771670115650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRpRqj3RyiI/AAAAAAAABAI/-6xTbf0kf0M/s1600/beco%2Bsubindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRpRqj3RyiI/AAAAAAAABAI/-6xTbf0kf0M/s320/beco%2Bsubindo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555842881938377250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entre todos os becos, este foi o que mais me agradou. Estreito, de ladeira, em curva... Não encontrei outro tão interessante, desenhei-o do alto e de baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando já ia embora, lembrei de registrar o nome. Não achei a placa. Então, voltei para o restaurante onde tinha almoçado e perguntei.&lt;br /&gt;— Qual o nome daquele beco?&lt;br /&gt;Um senhor de cabelos e barbas brancas, não sei se era freguês ou o dono, explicou.&lt;br /&gt;Como o beco faz uma curva, o pessoal aproveitava para fazer suas necessidades. E disso surgiu um nome.&lt;br /&gt;Será verdade?  Deve ser um nome popular... Achei pitoresco e acabei não confirmando o  oficial. E registrei no caderno — BECO DO MIJO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3528147421282615680?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3528147421282615680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3528147421282615680' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3528147421282615680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3528147421282615680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/becos-de-goias-velho.html' title='Becos de Goiás Velho'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRpQbios5yI/AAAAAAAAA_4/c7og5e4_c4s/s72-c/beco%2Bdo%2Bmijo%2Bsubindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2422075678484505356</id><published>2010-12-26T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:00:02.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra casa em Goiás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdkwA1zhQI/AAAAAAAAA_o/bqi4L7IxYzU/s1600/casa%2Bamarela%253Ablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdkwA1zhQI/AAAAAAAAA_o/bqi4L7IxYzU/s320/casa%2Bamarela%253Ablog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555019441406969090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdjkH6Cg5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/oNBSHRxb7wI/s1600/casa%2Bcom%2Bjan-am%253Ablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdjkH6Cg5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/oNBSHRxb7wI/s320/casa%2Bcom%2Bjan-am%253Ablog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555018137633719186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De início, quando passei em frente, o que me chamou atenção foi apenas a cor forte da janela. Fui subindo, dei uma volta pela praça e na volta olhei para a casa outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Aí, achei que daria uma composição bacana, incluindo as duas árvores. O que mais me agradou no conjunto foi a passarela de pedrestres (que não aparece na foto) fazendo uma leve curva, assim como o telhado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2422075678484505356?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2422075678484505356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2422075678484505356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2422075678484505356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2422075678484505356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/casas-de-goias-2.html' title='Outra casa em Goiás'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdkwA1zhQI/AAAAAAAAA_o/bqi4L7IxYzU/s72-c/casa%2Bamarela%253Ablog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5908617294838756810</id><published>2010-12-26T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:43:50.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa rosa de Goiás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdhaiNj21I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hI273yR9fo0/s1600/casa%2Brosa%2B2%253Ablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdhaiNj21I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hI273yR9fo0/s320/casa%2Brosa%2B2%253Ablog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555015773872970578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdhkTOJHHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JbboS8UxiIo/s1600/casa%2Brosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdhkTOJHHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JbboS8UxiIo/s320/casa%2Brosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555015941647572082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encanto a primeira vista. Ao longo de um beco estreito, dei de cara com ela. Toda rosa. E me pareceu abandonada. Mas, os detalhes me fizeram perguntar. Quem teria morado aí? Contemplado a paisagem por essas janelas, espiado o movimento pelos desenhos da porta? Ou talvez ainda more, quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar nas ruas do centro velho de Goiás é bem tranquilo ( menos no feriado e dias de festas, segundo os moradores, época que chegam mais turistas). Foi só sentar na calçada e começar a rabiscar, um sossego. De vez em quando passava alguém, e se estava de guarda-chuva   era perfeito para completar a cena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5908617294838756810?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5908617294838756810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5908617294838756810' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5908617294838756810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5908617294838756810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-casas-e-ruas-de-goias.html' title='Casa rosa de Goiás'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdhaiNj21I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hI273yR9fo0/s72-c/casa%2Brosa%2B2%253Ablog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-892935908986094891</id><published>2010-12-26T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:34:03.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A casa de Cora Coralina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcKBSgVbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/TRG6LJXGpWo/s1600/casa%2Bespelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcKBSgVbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/TRG6LJXGpWo/s320/casa%2Bespelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555009992599295410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcSbf0usI/AAAAAAAAA-w/hwA6bkEj6bE/s1600/casa%2Bcom%2Bponte.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;A casa de Cora Coralina se olha no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;_ A casa sempre foi assim? - perguntei a um morador que chegou a conhecer a poeta.&lt;br /&gt;_ Não se falava em restauro &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdreowPGoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/4JhMXCoHdzk/s1600/casa%2BCora%2B3%253Ablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdreowPGoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/4JhMXCoHdzk/s320/casa%2BCora%2B3%253Ablog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555026839464778370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;naquela época. - foi o que ele me respondeu.&lt;br /&gt;Desenhei a casa de vários jeitos, me agrada ela bem de frente, mas aí não aparece a ponte que dá um outro charme...foram seis desenhos, do lado de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcv1ZS-KI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1mG0q1ssdfE/s1600/casa%2Bda%2BCora%253Acaderno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcv1ZS-KI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1mG0q1ssdfE/s320/casa%2Bda%2BCora%253Acaderno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555010642241583266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcgtrEuUI/AAAAAAAAA-4/O8XEd4xEEKg/s1600/casa%2Bda%2BCora%2B2%253Ablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcgtrEuUI/AAAAAAAAA-4/O8XEd4xEEKg/s320/casa%2Bda%2BCora%2B2%253Ablog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555010382470625602" 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/7030817321396695482-892935908986094891?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/892935908986094891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=892935908986094891' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/892935908986094891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/892935908986094891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/em-goias.html' title='A casa de Cora Coralina'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRdcKBSgVbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/TRG6LJXGpWo/s72-c/casa%2Bespelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5856789145484215122</id><published>2010-12-24T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T07:14:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Natal e Ano-novo para todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRTG4eRWV3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/tSw3Wkoqhnk/s1600/Feliz%2BNatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRTG4eRWV3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/tSw3Wkoqhnk/s320/Feliz%2BNatal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554282913955469170" 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/7030817321396695482-5856789145484215122?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5856789145484215122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5856789145484215122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5856789145484215122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5856789145484215122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-final-de-ano.html' title='Bom Natal e Ano-novo para todos'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TRTG4eRWV3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/tSw3Wkoqhnk/s72-c/Feliz%2BNatal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4589119677763094712</id><published>2010-12-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T05:43:38.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caipirices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TQkBee6ws4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/AkAk6F_FkDA/s1600/forno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TQkBee6ws4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/AkAk6F_FkDA/s320/forno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550969638918075266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar é bom, é uma forma de saber da nossa identidade. E fico contente quando consigo colocar essas coisas dentro do livro. Por exemplo, o forno. Construído pelo meu avô, em tijolo, depois pintado de cal branco. A lenha ia dentro, queimava até virar brasa. E quando atingia uma alta temperatura, essa brasa era varrida para fora com vassourinha de galhos de alecrim. Um cheiro gostoso de erva se espalhava pelo quintal.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que minha mãe usava o forno para assar biscoitos de maizena e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manjus&lt;/span&gt; (doce japonês). Vez ou outra, a vizinha vinha emprestar o forno, assava pães. Deixava sempre um para nós, embrulhado em pano de prato feito de saco de açúcar, alvo, bordado. Pão gordo, casca grossa, macio por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, nessa época, sem saber apreciar as coisas boas da roça, queria pão da cidade, pão de padaria, casca fina e quebradiça, embrulhado num papel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4589119677763094712?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4589119677763094712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4589119677763094712' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4589119677763094712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4589119677763094712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/caipirices.html' title='Caipirices'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TQkBee6ws4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/AkAk6F_FkDA/s72-c/forno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5006537987527495224</id><published>2010-12-08T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:44:48.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os leitores da Folhinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP_p1h_OkbI/AAAAAAAAA-E/fxCWwZ4zd10/s1600/folhinha%253Ablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP_p1h_OkbI/AAAAAAAAA-E/fxCWwZ4zd10/s320/folhinha%253Ablog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548410371809644978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi um texto para a &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folhinha"&gt;Folhinha&lt;/a&gt; e sai neste sábado, dia 11. Falo de alguns seres que eu acho encantadores.  Misteriosos, sapecas, maus ou atrapalhados... E lembrei até de alguns episódios engraçados quando criança, umas curiosidades. Quem quiser conhecer é só acessar &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folhinha"&gt;http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folhinha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5006537987527495224?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5006537987527495224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5006537987527495224' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5006537987527495224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5006537987527495224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/folhinha-neste-sabado.html' title='Para os leitores da Folhinha'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP_p1h_OkbI/AAAAAAAAA-E/fxCWwZ4zd10/s72-c/folhinha%253Ablog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3068912183619394602</id><published>2010-12-08T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:15:47.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recebi janelas e poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9tYKqVgfI/AAAAAAAAA90/4uPVeo5QNT0/s1600/janelas%2Bconj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9tYKqVgfI/AAAAAAAAA90/4uPVeo5QNT0/s320/janelas%2Bconj2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548273527889953266" 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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9qKYkga0I/AAAAAAAAA9c/6JDcPwD40Jg/s1600/janela%2Bcapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9qKYkga0I/AAAAAAAAA9c/6JDcPwD40Jg/s320/janela%2Bcapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548269992570547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9vyK7In1I/AAAAAAAAA98/UlXtwy1BZgA/s1600/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9vyK7In1I/AAAAAAAAA98/UlXtwy1BZgA/s320/janela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548276173660266322" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9qVDmTPzI/AAAAAAAAA9k/U7tErx_8rcs/s1600/janelas%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9qVDmTPzI/AAAAAAAAA9k/U7tErx_8rcs/s320/janelas%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548270175919488818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem recebi um belo presente. Vinte janelas, dentro de um envelope também com pintura de janela. Treze delas foram pintadas por Neide Santos e sete pelo seu professor Miguel Bertollo. Surpresa e alegria, porque, segundo conta a autora, tudo começou com uma releitura de uma janela que  eu fotografei durante um passeio pela cidade de João Pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estão algumas delas que agora viajam por aí, espalhando sua magia, seus segredos e cores.  E abaixo três dos poemas que as acompanham, no verso dos postais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANELA DE OUTRORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa janela quebrada&lt;br /&gt;desbotada pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;esconde segredos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASA PORTUGUESA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma janela romântica,&lt;br /&gt;azulejos na parede.&lt;br /&gt;É uma casa portuguesa,&lt;br /&gt;com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANELA E LIBERDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha infância,&lt;br /&gt;As janelas significavam libertação.&lt;br /&gt;Na maturidade,&lt;br /&gt;momento do fazer artístico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os poemas são de autoria de Neide Santos.&lt;br /&gt;Conheça também os seus ensaios em: &lt;a href="http://nastrilhasdaliteratura.blogspot.com/"&gt;nastrilhasdaliteratura.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3068912183619394602?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3068912183619394602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3068912183619394602' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3068912183619394602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3068912183619394602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/12/recebi-janelas-e-poemas.html' title='Recebi janelas e poemas'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TP9tYKqVgfI/AAAAAAAAA90/4uPVeo5QNT0/s72-c/janelas%2Bconj2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5843531527819429131</id><published>2010-11-28T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:33:55.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincando com pinceladas</title><content type='html'>A equipe da Folhinha gravou um vídeo bem bacana — é para a garotada brincar com as pinceladas do sumiê. Quem não tiver um pincel japonês, nem a tinta sumi (para caligrafia oriental), pode improvisar um pincel que tenha ponta, usando guache ou aquarela (nanquim não é adequado por ser muito líquido), num papel jornal ou papel sulfite comum. É só entrar no:   &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/multimidia/videocasts/836017-aprenda-a-fazer-desenhos-com-tecnica-de-pincelada-japonesa-shtml"&gt;http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/multimidia/videocasts/836017-a&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TPKEMO9nvkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/s9X71q8sX9E/s320/10329251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544639436956352066" /&gt;prenda-a-fazer-desenhos-com-tecnica-de-pincelada-japonesa.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boas pinceladas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5843531527819429131?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5843531527819429131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5843531527819429131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5843531527819429131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5843531527819429131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/11/brincando-com-pinceladas.html' title='Brincando com pinceladas'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TPKEMO9nvkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/s9X71q8sX9E/s72-c/10329251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-578029551287683501</id><published>2010-11-11T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:03:49.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texto para livros ilustrados?</title><content type='html'>Durante algumas discussões com amigos ilustradores, surge a pergunta — Podemos pensar em criar textos específicos para livros ilustrados? Ou para picture books? Nas entrevistas com autores estrangeiros, eu li vários depoimentos que poderiam responder a essa pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helme_Heine"&gt;Helme Heine&lt;/a&gt; (autor ilustrador alemão), disse que num picture book a imagem tem que ser forte como num teatro Kabuki e o texto suscinto como num haikai.&lt;br /&gt;Chihiro Iwasaki (autora japonesa de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehon&lt;/span&gt;, 1918-1974) disse que gosta de contos com textos enxutos como numa poesia e que deixam espaço para a imaginação, sem demasiada descrição, de que forma a princesa se veste, qual a sua feição e outros detalhes. Se entrar uma velhinha andando devagar, prefere que essa situação não esteja totalmente fechada.  Mas ela acrescentou que, mesmo tendo descrição, alguns contos de Andersen a instigam muito.  Desenhou várias vezes a menina dos fósforos, as princesa, as bruxas, e por mais que desenhasse, o prazer de continuar a tentar outras formas se mantinha.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o ilustrador é o autor do texto, durante a própria construção, pode-se cortar palavras, ou alterar imagens. E escrever consciente de que esse livro será ilustrado? Em países onde o picture book é uma tradição, isso parece ser uma prática comum. Susan Varley, autora de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Badger's Parting Gifts&lt;/span&gt;, comentou que um profissional da área, criou os textos para as histórias vividas por seus personagens.&lt;br /&gt;E, no Japão, existem muitos escritores que conhecem bem a linguagem do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(picture books) e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; escrevem para esse &lt;/span&gt;fim&lt;/span&gt;. Acredito que a revista &lt;a href="http://www.kodomo.go.jp/gallery/KODOMO_WEB/index_e.html"&gt;Kodomo no Kuni&lt;/a&gt;, iniciado na década de 20, tenha dado um impulso nesse sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-578029551287683501?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/578029551287683501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=578029551287683501' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/578029551287683501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/578029551287683501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/11/texto-para-livros-ilustrados.html' title='Texto para livros ilustrados?'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1172485636123879813</id><published>2010-11-01T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:01:54.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIA e NICO ouvem música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TM80iAnta9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/cpgT2pQwqR0/s1600/pags_10_11_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TM80iAnta9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/cpgT2pQwqR0/s320/pags_10_11_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700225948380114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TM80Z8nJ7DI/AAAAAAAAA9E/M5wKDEH0_eg/s1600/pags_12_13_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TM80Z8nJ7DI/AAAAAAAAA9E/M5wKDEH0_eg/s320/pags_12_13_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700087433358386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TM80S2WqcUI/AAAAAAAAA88/9cca9I0tbok/s1600/pags_14_15_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TM80S2WqcUI/AAAAAAAAA88/9cca9I0tbok/s320/pags_14_15_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699965494489410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia, Nico, mais o cachorrinho Mamona  se aventuram um pouco pra lá do jardim. E chegam ao lago, onde uma surpresa os espera — o coral bem afinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antes da Chuva&lt;/span&gt; (Global) é o segundo título da coleção Lia e Nico, que já está em produção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1172485636123879813?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1172485636123879813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1172485636123879813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1172485636123879813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1172485636123879813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/11/lia-e-nico-ouvem-musica.html' title='LIA e NICO ouvem música'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TM80iAnta9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/cpgT2pQwqR0/s72-c/pags_10_11_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3606548560885983150</id><published>2010-10-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:26:48.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantiga japonesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Encontrei um site muito interessante de uma Revista Infantil do Japão, que fez sucesso — Kodomo no kuni — teve a primeira publicação em 1922. É possível ver algumas ilustrações feitas para poemas e cantigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não deixe de ouvir a &lt;a href="http://www.kodomo.go.jp/gallery/KODOMO_WEB/songs/s_e003.html"&gt;cantiga e ver a bela ilustração.&lt;/a&gt; Mesmo não entendendo as palavras, dá para sentir a sonoridade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3606548560885983150?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3606548560885983150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3606548560885983150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3606548560885983150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3606548560885983150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/10/traducao-da-cantiga_24.html' title='Cantiga japonesa'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2336808606934885679</id><published>2010-10-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:49:46.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma fábula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLcu_T_jX9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/OWVXultXUeo/s1600/ratinha+26-27+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLcu_T_jX9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/OWVXultXUeo/s320/ratinha+26-27+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527938732854042578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLcu4bY0GuI/AAAAAAAAA8U/FmxNrCFkqXI/s1600/ratinha+16-17blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLcu4bY0GuI/AAAAAAAAA8U/FmxNrCFkqXI/s320/ratinha+16-17blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527938614579960546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLcuucQOahI/AAAAAAAAA8M/xdJUq8ZTWlM/s1600/ratinho+12-13blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLcuucQOahI/AAAAAAAAA8M/xdJUq8ZTWlM/s320/ratinho+12-13blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527938443013679634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre uma história caipira e outra, decidi lançar  esta fábula japonesa. E, apesar de ter uma edição antiga (fora de catálogo, 1993), posso dizer que é um outro livro,  texto novo, ilustrações novas. As personagens são pessoas, mesmo sendo ratinhos, com todas as vontades humanas. E, nessa história, eles querem um noivo para a ratinha. Não um noivo qualquer, afinal, ela é a mais bela e gentil ratinha. Assim pensam os pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou postando apenas detalhes das imagens. Usei uma alta alvura (240 g/m&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;), normalmente ruim para aquarela, por não espalhar tão bem a tinta, e secar rápido demais. Mas, tenho adotado nos meus trabalhos atuais, justamente por marcar as pinceladas e o grafite correr sem atrito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2336808606934885679?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2336808606934885679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2336808606934885679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2336808606934885679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2336808606934885679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-fabula.html' title='Uma fábula'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLcu_T_jX9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/OWVXultXUeo/s72-c/ratinha+26-27+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3171548494913110143</id><published>2010-10-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:05:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programas de Leitura em Caxias do Sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHcxdf685I/AAAAAAAAA7s/7kJTGpDCft0/s1600/caxias+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHcxdf685I/AAAAAAAAA7s/7kJTGpDCft0/s320/caxias+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526440960050525074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHcqp4X8eI/AAAAAAAAA7k/m7VDH7ta5KQ/s1600/caxias+do+sul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHcqp4X8eI/AAAAAAAAA7k/m7VDH7ta5KQ/s320/caxias+do+sul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526440843115229666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHcfzHLopI/AAAAAAAAA7c/4yfUm0Xj5vc/s1600/pipa+tsuru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHcfzHLopI/AAAAAAAAA7c/4yfUm0Xj5vc/s320/pipa+tsuru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526440656614695570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHdFF7DHiI/AAAAAAAAA70/-WKEE1oMNOc/s1600/mobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHdFF7DHiI/AAAAAAAAA70/-WKEE1oMNOc/s320/mobile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526441297319239202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive na Feira de Livros de Caxias do Sul, pelo &lt;a href="http://www.caxias.rs.gov.br/ppel/projetos"&gt;Programa Permanente de Estímulo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caxias.rs.gov.br/ppel/projetos"&gt;à Leitura/Livro Meu&lt;/a&gt;, participando do Passaporte da Leitura. E foi um gostoso bate-papo, recebi os carinhos dos guris e gurias da Escola Municipal Dolaimes Stédile Angeli e da Escola Municipal Erny de Zorzi, num auditório montado na praça. Eles fizeram pesquisas, criaram objetos, textos e, segundo me explicaram as professoras, toda a comunidade escolar é envolvida nesse projeto. E são tantos outros projetos bacanas coordenados por Luiza Motta— Peçuelos da Leitura ( na minha cidade seria Bornal da Leitura), Expresso da Leitura, Cangururs da Leitura, entre outros — vale entrar no site (link acima) e conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o quarto evento que participo no Rio Grande do Sul, volto sempre impressionada com a hospitalidade e a organização dos gaúchos. No início de novembro estarei indo para Porto Alegre para o Traçando Histórias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3171548494913110143?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3171548494913110143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3171548494913110143' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3171548494913110143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3171548494913110143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/10/passaporte-da-leitura.html' title='Programas de Leitura em Caxias do Sul'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TLHcxdf685I/AAAAAAAAA7s/7kJTGpDCft0/s72-c/caxias+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-8164031455833156685</id><published>2010-09-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:19:40.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog da Folhinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;Saiu um comentário sobre o livro Muli no blog da folhinha. E respondo as perguntas feitas por Gabriela Romeu, falo um pouco sobre o processo de criação, novas hitórias, encontro com crianças.&lt;br /&gt;Convido os amigos a acessar o link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folhinha/804553-conheca-muli-um-monstrinho-que-tem-medo-de-nao-botar-medo-em-ninguem.shtml"&gt;http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folhinha/804553-conheca-muli-um-monstrinho-que-tem-medo-de-nao-botar-medo-em-ninguem.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-8164031455833156685?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8164031455833156685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=8164031455833156685' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8164031455833156685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8164031455833156685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-entrevista.html' title='Blog da Folhinha'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2295346279620131557</id><published>2010-09-27T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:12:42.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perua rural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TKEEE1bfYsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/9htu9y9OiOE/s1600/perua+rural+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TKEEE1bfYsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/9htu9y9OiOE/s320/perua+rural+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521699099241308866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tantos carros bacanas que andavam na cidade... meu pai só queria perua rural.  Mas esse carro aguentava os trancos, entre poeiras, curvas, subidas, descidas. Eu e meus irmãos gostávamos de ir na parte de trás. Quase sete quilometros até a cidade. E em dias de chuva? Qualquer passeio corria o risco de ser cancelado. Mesmo o cinema. Era o que eu mais temia, cinema vinha apenas uma vez ao mês e chegava em um caminhão (isso já é outra história). Rezar pra não chover. Se a água era muita, a estrada virava lama.  Aí a perua reclamava. Teve dias que ela não quis mais sair do lugar. Só um trator para socorrer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2295346279620131557?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2295346279620131557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2295346279620131557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2295346279620131557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2295346279620131557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/09/perua-rural.html' title='Perua rural'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TKEEE1bfYsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/9htu9y9OiOE/s72-c/perua+rural+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7131634746854930161</id><published>2010-09-21T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:57:00.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os pequeninos seres do jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjhMSyCNHI/AAAAAAAAA60/Tnedt_Yh944/s1600/pag+8-9+joaninha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjhMSyCNHI/AAAAAAAAA60/Tnedt_Yh944/s320/pag+8-9+joaninha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408944658920562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjhftzSZvI/AAAAAAAAA68/BargviIMV0I/s1600/pag+10+e+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjhftzSZvI/AAAAAAAAA68/BargviIMV0I/s320/pag+10+e+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519409278329448178" 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;No ano passado ilustrei um livro de poemas do Marcos Bagno. O título é Festa no Meu Jardim (positivo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjiD0cCDjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/RKDrZpHWa-M/s1600/pag+14-15-bem-te-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjiD0cCDjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/RKDrZpHWa-M/s320/pag+14-15-bem-te-vi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519409898586246706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjh0k3zvjI/AAAAAAAAA7E/rV8suF_dyxQ/s1600/pag+20-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjh0k3zvjI/AAAAAAAAA7E/rV8suF_dyxQ/s320/pag+20-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519409636709744178" 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/7030817321396695482-7131634746854930161?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7131634746854930161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7131634746854930161' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7131634746854930161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7131634746854930161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-pequenos-seres-do-jardim.html' title='Os pequeninos seres do jardim'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJjhMSyCNHI/AAAAAAAAA60/Tnedt_Yh944/s72-c/pag+8-9+joaninha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-604148189344605918</id><published>2010-09-17T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:20:04.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Jacaré e o dentista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNfumfAiuI/AAAAAAAAA50/If3lSP8aRy0/s1600/jacar%C3%A9+repetido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNfumfAiuI/AAAAAAAAA50/If3lSP8aRy0/s320/jacar%C3%A9+repetido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517859222668217058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aproveitando o assunto, pequenos leitores, apresento aqui um livro divertidíssimo. É do Gomi Taro (alguns títulos traduzidos no Brasil pela CosacNaify), um dos autores mais bem sucedidos no Japão, com muitos livros lúdicos para o público que está começando a descobrir a magia dos picture books.&lt;br /&gt;Na dificuldade de traduzir o título literalmente, vou adaptar para "O jacaré e o dentista".&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto brinca na mata, o jacaré sente dor de dente e diz:&lt;br /&gt;— Queria era brincar, mas tenho que ir...&lt;br /&gt;E o dentista, que também está brincando, vê a silhueta do paciente na sua porta e diz:&lt;br /&gt;— Queria era brincar, mas tenho que ir...&lt;br /&gt;O livro todo é construído por repetições, dois personagens que falam exatamente as mesmas frases, tais como::&lt;br /&gt;— Ai, que medo...&lt;br /&gt;— E agora?&lt;br /&gt;— Preciso de coragem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNf68XpjCI/AAAAAAAAA58/xDWFrTwZekA/s1600/jacare+1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNf68XpjCI/AAAAAAAAA58/xDWFrTwZekA/s320/jacare+1A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517859434701360162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNgt0sVxRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-_4ldtZEMN4/s1600/jacare+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNgt0sVxRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-_4ldtZEMN4/s320/jacare+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517860308813989138" 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;—Aaaai!&lt;br /&gt;—Puxa, doeu!&lt;br /&gt;— Só mais um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;E quando o tratamento termina, ambos respiram aliviados:&lt;br /&gt;— Ufa!&lt;br /&gt;Agradecem e se despedem cordialmente:&lt;br /&gt;— Desculpe o mau jeito. E até uma próxima vez.&lt;br /&gt;Mas,  quando cada um vai para um lado, ambos dizem:&lt;br /&gt;— Não, não. Não quero vê-lo, nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNhSChN8CI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ugjL4PTRvBg/s1600/jacare+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNhSChN8CI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ugjL4PTRvBg/s320/jacare+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517860931000725538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNhmLtfltI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wmhB7YHGigY/s1600/jacar%C3%A9+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNhmLtfltI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wmhB7YHGigY/s320/jacar%C3%A9+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517861277065516754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNnP0oOfgI/AAAAAAAAA6k/bHeVn3Ed7ZQ/s1600/jacar%C3%A9+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNnP0oOfgI/AAAAAAAAA6k/bHeVn3Ed7ZQ/s320/jacar%C3%A9+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517867489982053890" 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/7030817321396695482-604148189344605918?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/604148189344605918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=604148189344605918' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/604148189344605918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/604148189344605918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-jacare-e-o-dentista.html' title='O Jacaré e o dentista'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TJNfumfAiuI/AAAAAAAAA50/If3lSP8aRy0/s72-c/jacar%C3%A9+repetido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4204276400271689302</id><published>2010-09-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:51:16.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os pequenos leitores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0oIU25RkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6d-ZB0432SE/s1600/boa+noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0oIU25RkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6d-ZB0432SE/s320/boa+noite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516109242101745218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0nRuw9gOI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WWV6inRcpZo/s1600/pag+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0nRuw9gOI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WWV6inRcpZo/s320/pag+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516108304163373282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0nZp9RcFI/AAAAAAAAA40/hxnd9G7ZVko/s1600/boa+noite+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0nZp9RcFI/AAAAAAAAA40/hxnd9G7ZVko/s320/boa+noite+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516108440311787602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0njDC_6QI/AAAAAAAAA48/J0WMY9kuN90/s1600/pag+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0njDC_6QI/AAAAAAAAA48/J0WMY9kuN90/s320/pag+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516108601665513730" 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;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0nqLa3cCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/A9sP3tLIFgg/s1600/pag+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0nqLa3cCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/A9sP3tLIFgg/s320/pag+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516108724172189730" 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;Livros desde o berço - esse assunto está em pauta, o que já é uma realidade em qualquer país onde existe uma tradição de leitura.&lt;br /&gt;No ano passado, recebi um pedido muito especial, que é ilustrar um dos títulos para a "Coleção Pequenos Leitores", produzida pelo &lt;a href="http://www.alfaebeto.org.br/"&gt;Instituto Alfa e Beto&lt;/a&gt;. São livros para se ler com crianças de 12 a 18 meses.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boa Noite&lt;/span&gt; não tem palavras, apenas imagens,  direção de conteúdo e roteiro de Juliana Cabral, no formato de 15X15, acartonado, 8 páginas.  São alguns rituais que antecedem o momento do sono de uma criança. E a técnica utilizada na ilustração é uma mistura de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumiê&lt;/span&gt; com aquarela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4204276400271689302?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4204276400271689302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4204276400271689302' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4204276400271689302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4204276400271689302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/09/livros-para-os-pequeninos.html' title='Para os pequenos leitores'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TI0oIU25RkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6d-ZB0432SE/s72-c/boa+noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1624034539141197140</id><published>2010-09-03T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:43:22.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revista Ilustrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TIDr4siWFpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/dh1Y5zo_iM0/s1600/Revistailustrar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TIDr4siWFpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/dh1Y5zo_iM0/s320/Revistailustrar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512665303161902738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu a edição número 18, voltada à Ilustração de livros para criança. E tenho o imenso prazer de estar junto com Cris Eich, Shaun Tan, Rogério Coelho, Mariana Newlands, Mauricio de Souza. E tem a coluna do Renato Alarcão que entrevistou vários ilustradores. Quem ainda não conhece pode conferir os números anteriores, tudo é muito bem feito, coordenado e dirigido por Ricardo Antunes, também ilustrador e designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;Para fazer o download gratuito basta acessar o site:  &lt;a href="http://www.revistailustrar.com/"&gt;www.revistailustrar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1624034539141197140?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1624034539141197140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1624034539141197140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1624034539141197140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1624034539141197140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/09/revista-ilustrar.html' title='Revista Ilustrar'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TIDr4siWFpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/dh1Y5zo_iM0/s72-c/Revistailustrar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6711626985813675401</id><published>2010-09-02T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T04:41:17.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem à Eva Furnari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TIDdnYXj0fI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QjKawRdAhYw/s1600/foto+EVa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TIDdnYXj0fI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QjKawRdAhYw/s320/foto+EVa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512649612527391218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi o dia de homenagear Eva Furnari. Num auditório cheio de convidados, durante uma rápida conversa conduzida por Emir Perrotti, ela comentou que até os 45 anos  não falava".  A Eva que eu conheci há mais de 20 anos atrás era tímida, realmente falava pouco, mas a primeira impressão que guardei foi a de uma pessoa muito doce, generosa, disposta a passar seus conhecimentos da melhor forma.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabia dosar na medida exata  a crítica e o incentivo, sabia que as palavras de incentivo seriam um aliado importante nos momentos difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passado alguns anos, quando a reencontrei, acho que ela já "falava" mais, e ria mais. Eu reparei que o seu riso vinha do ventre, era um riso aberto, gostoso. Ontem, enquanto ela comentava sobre a sua carreira, essas lembranças me passaram pela cabeça. E eu pensei comigo, como foi bom tê-la conhecido, tanto o seu lado mestre, quanto o seu lado criança, curiosa, sapeca, imaginação a mil. Espero poder acompanhar os seus novos projetos que estão por vir. O que será que ela anda aprontando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6711626985813675401?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6711626985813675401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6711626985813675401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6711626985813675401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6711626985813675401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/09/homenagem-eva-furnari.html' title='Homenagem à Eva Furnari'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TIDdnYXj0fI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QjKawRdAhYw/s72-c/foto+EVa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6782833817671398778</id><published>2010-08-30T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:40:14.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidade do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/THwwznPj7bI/AAAAAAAAA38/GEIn42agCXc/s1600/casa_cultura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/THwwznPj7bI/AAAAAAAAA38/GEIn42agCXc/s320/casa_cultura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511333707260358066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive na &lt;a href="http://culturalencoense.wordpress.com/"&gt;Cidade do Livro&lt;/a&gt;, onde nasceu Orígines Lessa, Lençóis Paulista. Participei do Encontro de Literatura Infanto Juvenil-2010, junto com Francisco Marins, Ignácio de Loyola Brandão e Carolina Vigna Marú. Infelizmente, perdi a palestra do professor Marins que se apresentou de manhã, cheguei para o período da tarde, perdi a fala da Carolina porque foi no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pude ouvir o Ignácio de Loyola,  com o seu jeito descontraído, sempre trazendo histórias saborosas, cheias de humor. Falar depois dele  não é nada fácil, relatei a minha experiência, o chão que está presente na minha memória, aquele tão pertinho dali, de um lugar chamado ASAHI. É o chão onde meus avós lançaram raízes, e eu guardo na memória para me conectar com a minha infância e com o meu sonho. E estar ali, na cidade do livro, mostrando um pouco do meu trabalho, as minhas referências,  isso tudo faz parte do sonho que sonhei no chão do quintal da minha casa em ASAHI (pertence ao município de Duartina).&lt;br /&gt;Saber que na região tem tantos eventos culturais, várias bibliotecas, bastante leitores, foi bom demais. Espero estar mais vezes lá, passear pelas ruas com nome dos escritores.&lt;br /&gt;(a foto foi emprestada do : &lt;a href="http://culturalencoense.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://culturalencoense.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6782833817671398778?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6782833817671398778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6782833817671398778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6782833817671398778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6782833817671398778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/08/cidade-do-livro.html' title='Cidade do Livro'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/THwwznPj7bI/AAAAAAAAA38/GEIn42agCXc/s72-c/casa_cultura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2596067553369199191</id><published>2010-08-11T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:00:07.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais encontros e performances na Bienal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TGLXDmgMK-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/69YtcnrjP3Y/s1600/Programa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+completa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TGLXDmgMK-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/69YtcnrjP3Y/s320/Programa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+completa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504198151475309538" 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/7030817321396695482-2596067553369199191?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2596067553369199191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2596067553369199191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2596067553369199191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2596067553369199191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/08/mais-encontros-e-performances-na-bienal.html' title='Mais encontros e performances na Bienal'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TGLXDmgMK-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/69YtcnrjP3Y/s72-c/Programa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+completa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2708415182834232643</id><published>2010-08-07T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:27:27.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilustra Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TF2zlDTDDEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/apalS-7VHms/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TF2zlDTDDEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/apalS-7VHms/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502751768838343746" 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/7030817321396695482-2708415182834232643?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2708415182834232643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2708415182834232643' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2708415182834232643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2708415182834232643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/08/ilustra-brasil.html' title='Ilustra Brasil'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TF2zlDTDDEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/apalS-7VHms/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1521179984014983594</id><published>2010-08-07T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:24:46.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convite para a Bienal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TF2y6kfhXII/AAAAAAAAA3U/WtEp-Ch55Lo/s1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TF2y6kfhXII/AAAAAAAAA3U/WtEp-Ch55Lo/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502751039014657154" 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/7030817321396695482-1521179984014983594?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1521179984014983594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1521179984014983594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1521179984014983594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1521179984014983594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/08/convite-para-bienal.html' title='Convite para a Bienal'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TF2y6kfhXII/AAAAAAAAA3U/WtEp-Ch55Lo/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1894414856228646236</id><published>2010-08-07T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:20:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Bienal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TGGYSuTPiHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WWUUTniN8YY/s1600/Lucia-bienal-convite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TGGYSuTPiHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WWUUTniN8YY/s320/Lucia-bienal-convite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503847667057264754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estarei participando da Bienal de livros que começa na semana que vem.  Seguem as datas, horários, e o espaço. Apareçam por lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1894414856228646236?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1894414856228646236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1894414856228646236' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1894414856228646236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1894414856228646236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/08/na-bienal.html' title='Na Bienal'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TGGYSuTPiHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WWUUTniN8YY/s72-c/Lucia-bienal-convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3907883339038437382</id><published>2010-07-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:39:22.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caracóis, pedras, montanha e floresta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEnmMSHFSSI/AAAAAAAAA28/AgPcPRd04a4/s1600/Lia+busca+caracol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEnmMSHFSSI/AAAAAAAAA28/AgPcPRd04a4/s320/Lia+busca+caracol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497177918876764450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEnoGsJdB7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/aYwbifQh-KQ/s1600/pedra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEnoGsJdB7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/aYwbifQh-KQ/s320/pedra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497180021810071474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha anotado no roteiro, " desenhar Lia escorregando numa montanha imaginária", ou seja, tentava dar uma cena pronta para o leitor. Mas, assim que fiz o primeiro esboço, senti que a ilustração estava pobre. Algo não me agradou. O que não ia bem? Tentei outra cena, a menina num barco e ondas, de nada adiantou. Cheguei a pensar, será que a história não está pronta ainda? Até que me lembrei... Uma criança sabe que pedra pode ser uma montanha, e matinho pode ser uma floresta. Por que não desenhar tudo bem simples? Tentando captar os gestos naturais de uma criança. E uma pedra, simplesmente como é. O texto fala de uma montanha, o desenho é uma pedra. Aí, tudo se amarrou. Nessa história não entra o maravilhoso, apenas o imaginário das crianças, os dois personagens sérios nas suas brincadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei de usar muito branco, neste livro eu abusei. Essas imagens não estão inteiras, são recortes,  para não estragar a supresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEnmlVdrshI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Vz6OixzwquI/s1600/Nico+procura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEnmlVdrshI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Vz6OixzwquI/s320/Nico+procura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497178349273592338" 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/7030817321396695482-3907883339038437382?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3907883339038437382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3907883339038437382' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3907883339038437382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3907883339038437382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/07/caracois-pedras-montanhas-e-floresta.html' title='Caracóis, pedras, montanha e floresta'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEnmMSHFSSI/AAAAAAAAA28/AgPcPRd04a4/s72-c/Lia+busca+caracol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1514143866517068627</id><published>2010-07-22T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:58:02.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capa do livro novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEihPr7glXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0tFjyBfZfS8/s1600/capa+teste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEihPr7glXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0tFjyBfZfS8/s320/capa+teste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496820636068124018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estudo da capa feito pela editora Global ficou assim.  E o livro está quase pronto, acho que vai dar tempo para a Bienal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1514143866517068627?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1514143866517068627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1514143866517068627' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1514143866517068627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1514143866517068627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/07/capa-do-livro-novo.html' title='capa do livro novo'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TEihPr7glXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0tFjyBfZfS8/s72-c/capa+teste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7711455457781226489</id><published>2010-07-22T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:48:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revista Ilustrar</title><content type='html'>Descobri que existe uma revista muito bacana, idealizado e dirigido por Ricardo Antunes, ilustrador e designer. Você pode fazer um downloud e ler as matérias. E a revista nº 9 traz uma matéria sobre o  mestre Massao Okinaka e o sumi-ê. Tem também uma entrevista com a Catia Chien na revista nº 4.&lt;br /&gt;Segue o link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revistailustrar.com/"&gt;http://www.revistailustrar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-7711455457781226489?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7711455457781226489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7711455457781226489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7711455457781226489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7711455457781226489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/07/revista-ilustrar.html' title='Revista Ilustrar'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5705100733530233182</id><published>2010-06-25T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:53:23.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Varley- do sketch para arte final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCUQD7UCuZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HaERJ0Ewt2U/s1600/9780006643173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCUQD7UCuZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HaERJ0Ewt2U/s320/9780006643173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486809380668225938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCUP9zNpqXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/k0bZFGbsFxk/s1600/rascunho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCUP9zNpqXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/k0bZFGbsFxk/s320/rascunho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486809275414718834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCUPyGveI2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/iKQkjqFkIDI/s1600/susan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCUPyGveI2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/iKQkjqFkIDI/s320/susan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486809074498413410" 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;Susan nasceu em 1961, na cidade de Blackpool, Inglaterra.  Cursou design gráfico no Manchester Polytechnic Institute, quando produziu o seu primeiro picture-book  como projeto de conclusão do curso. No primeiro e no terceiro ano, ela teve como orientador  o Tony Ross (autor/ ilustrador de vários livros), quem sugeriu incorporar os traços do seu skecth no seu estilo. Comenta a artista que, antes, pensava no rafe apenas como um processo anterior à arte final; por isso mesmo, o encontro com Tony Ross foi um dos mais significativos na sua formação como ilustradora.  A escolha da história, " Badger's Parting Gifts", também veio pela sugestão do seu mestre.&lt;br /&gt;Ao optar por um texto a ser trabalhado, ela define o personagem, desenhando-o várias vezes, depois  vem o cenário quase como um complemento. Leva mais ou menos um mês para realizar o rascunho de um livro e uns 3 meses para a finalização. Os traços são em bico de pena e a pintura em ecoline bem aguada, com várias sobreposições.&lt;br /&gt;Susan conta que, apesar de ter a autoria das palavras do seu primeiro livro, delega essa etapa aos profissionais. Ou seja, faz uma parceria com um escritor que elabora o texto inspirando-se nas suas imagens, ou nos seus personagens. Mas o resultado final se transforma, às vezes distanciando-se da idéia inicial. Ela também ilustrou textos que recebeu dos editores. Pelo jeito, ela gosta de utilizar animais para representar pessoas.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monster bed, Why the sky is blue?,  Spring Rabbit, &lt;/span&gt;estão entre as obras dessa autora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(baseada numa entrevista para a revista Moe, Japão, 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5705100733530233182?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5705100733530233182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5705100733530233182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5705100733530233182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5705100733530233182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/06/susan-varley-do-sketch-para-arte-final.html' title='Susan Varley- do sketch para arte final'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCUQD7UCuZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HaERJ0Ewt2U/s72-c/9780006643173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6314648560413048759</id><published>2010-06-22T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:18:52.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da roça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEbUMofkpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/O9bQNVjR37I/s1600/galinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEbUMofkpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/O9bQNVjR37I/s320/galinhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485695854916375186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEbUMofkpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/O9bQNVjR37I/s1600/galinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança me perguntou "sumiê só pode ser em pincel?" Respondi que sim, afinal, é uma técnica de pinceladas (entre outras características ), mas logo emendei " Você pode usar a simplicidade do sumiê em qualquer material". Eu mesma venho misturando o sumiê com o grafite,  os capins ficam com jeito meio descabelado, que me lembra a roça. Falando em roça, também tenho desenhado muitas galinhas. Elas estarão bastante presentes nas minhas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEmwR7VEfI/AAAAAAAAA18/3o5gcijRfzA/s1600/capins+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEmwR7VEfI/AAAAAAAAA18/3o5gcijRfzA/s320/capins+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485708432001798642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEnrvyMyJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/I_YZCiEzgjA/s1600/capins+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEnrvyMyJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/I_YZCiEzgjA/s320/capins+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485709453628852370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6314648560413048759?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6314648560413048759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6314648560413048759' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6314648560413048759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6314648560413048759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-salao-da-fnlij.html' title='Coisas da roça'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TCEbUMofkpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/O9bQNVjR37I/s72-c/galinhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6165647034475062598</id><published>2010-06-08T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:38:42.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12º Salão FNLIJ</title><content type='html'>De 8 a 19 de junho estará acontecendo o 12º Salão FNLIJ do Livro para Crianças e Jovens. As minhas atividades acontecem no dia 17 (quinta).&lt;br /&gt;13 horas - Lançamento do livro MULI (editora DCL) - Espaço FNLIJ de leitura&lt;br /&gt;15 horas - Performance de Ilustradores - Espaço Petrobras do Ilustrador&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser conhecer a programação completa, segue o link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fnlij.org.br/salao/?cd_salao=12"&gt;http://www.fnlij.org.br/salao/?cd_salao=12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6165647034475062598?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6165647034475062598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6165647034475062598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6165647034475062598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6165647034475062598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-salao-fnlij.html' title='12º Salão FNLIJ'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3773065994913652826</id><published>2010-05-31T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T06:05:39.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa notícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TAQaNflz4aI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/avcMapDZ5e0/s1600/pag+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TAQaNflz4aI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/avcMapDZ5e0/s320/pag+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477531865910075810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O violoncelista" (SM), conto de Kenji Miyazawa, recebeu o selo "Altamente Recomendável FNLIJ" na categoria tradução. Selecionar, traduzir do original em japonês e ilustrar foi um desafio e aprendi muito com essa experiência.  Claudia Mesquita, editora e tradutora, fez uma edição bastante cuidadosa. Compartilho a boa notícia com os meus amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3773065994913652826?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3773065994913652826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3773065994913652826' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3773065994913652826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3773065994913652826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/05/boa-noticia.html' title='Boa notícia'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/TAQaNflz4aI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/avcMapDZ5e0/s72-c/pag+58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2721687604759325111</id><published>2010-05-24T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:28:21.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um convite diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_rs8LFqnxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/C_M2Ua3gPL4/s1600/antes+da+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_rs8LFqnxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/C_M2Ua3gPL4/s320/antes+da+chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474948815535120146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia e Nico recebem um convite diferente. É a menina quem lê para o irmão o que está escrito numa enorme folha deixada na porta da casa deles. Uma festa? Eles adoram festa. Mas precisam se apressar, porque no convite não vem nenhum horário, apenas diz que será &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antes da chuva&lt;/span&gt;. E esse é o título do outro livro que sai pela Editora Global.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2721687604759325111?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2721687604759325111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2721687604759325111' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2721687604759325111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2721687604759325111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-convite-diferente.html' title='Um convite diferente'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_rs8LFqnxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/C_M2Ua3gPL4/s72-c/antes+da+chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3231621468252830380</id><published>2010-05-21T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:13:01.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma corrida diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_rrfgAwJfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/djsrg0u9Agc/s1600/img007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_rrfgAwJfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/djsrg0u9Agc/s320/img007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474947223423821298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os caracóis não vão devagar? Bem devagar? E podem apostar corrida, assim, tão devagar? O livro se chama "Corrida dos caracóis". Quando mostrei os rascunhos para a minha irmã, ela logo reconheceu e comentou — Ah, a nossa brincadeira de infância!&lt;br /&gt;Contei para as crianças que eu brincava de apostar corrida com os caracóis, eles se espantaram — Caracóis de verdade?—   e não foi uma turma só que perguntou. De verdade, sim, os bichinhos deixavam a baba pelo caminho que cintilava. Só que eles não tinham muita noção de direção, eu acho. Ou tinham? A maneira deles?  Aí é que entra a história.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3231621468252830380?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3231621468252830380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3231621468252830380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3231621468252830380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3231621468252830380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-corrida-diferente.html' title='Uma corrida diferente'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_rrfgAwJfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/djsrg0u9Agc/s72-c/img007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1619804857286204210</id><published>2010-05-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T05:40:47.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Próximos livros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Essas duas crianças, que espiam pela janela, são Lia e Nico, meus personagens dos próximos livros que saem no segundo semestre pela editora Global.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Por enquanto serão duas histórias, muito simples, inspiradas naqueles momentos mágicos em que o tempo parece parar. Já terminei as artes, em grafite e aquarela, em breve  contarei mais. E ia me esquecendo, o cachorrinho chama-se Mamona.&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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_V7J2nBIbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EArxfBhc7Gg/s1600/antes+da+chuva+baixa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_V7J2nBIbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EArxfBhc7Gg/s320/antes+da+chuva+baixa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473416331346911666" 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/7030817321396695482-1619804857286204210?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1619804857286204210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1619804857286204210' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1619804857286204210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1619804857286204210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/05/proximos-livros.html' title='Próximos livros'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_V7J2nBIbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EArxfBhc7Gg/s72-c/antes+da+chuva+baixa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-9166445151781998928</id><published>2010-05-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:24:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegada do Muli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_Vu4Eda5JI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/H2aVaF9GPQc/s1600/Muli+15B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_Vu4Eda5JI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/H2aVaF9GPQc/s320/Muli+15B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473402831687574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não havia contado, Muli chegou. E chegou com uma supresa, cresceu de tamanho. Ou melhor, o formato do livro aumentou. Gostei de ver o Vale bem mais amplo. Lembrei que foi bastante divertido desenhar esse cenário com as casas, os apartamentos, as  pedras de vários formatos... onde moram os monstrinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_VtyuLR9fI/AAAAAAAAAyI/507d9gvs9Ew/s1600/apartamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_VtyuLR9fI/AAAAAAAAAyI/507d9gvs9Ew/s320/apartamento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473401640294938098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_Vojo_hZAI/AAAAAAAAAxo/snjdtEQ4Fn4/s1600/vale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_Vojo_hZAI/AAAAAAAAAxo/snjdtEQ4Fn4/s320/vale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473395883647263746" 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/7030817321396695482-9166445151781998928?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/9166445151781998928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=9166445151781998928' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/9166445151781998928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/9166445151781998928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/05/chegada-do-muli.html' title='Chegada do Muli'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S_Vu4Eda5JI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/H2aVaF9GPQc/s72-c/Muli+15B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-9127101714230585186</id><published>2010-02-05T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:00:51.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>canto da calçada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2yipQO0fJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/o6hKlFmWozk/s1600-h/capim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2yipQO0fJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/o6hKlFmWozk/s320/capim2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434897679944809618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2yiATC6_1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/zD2qdksADw4/s1600-h/capim152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2yiATC6_1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/zD2qdksADw4/s320/capim152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434896976325574482" 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;Esses capins despontam nas calçadas do meu bairro, aqui e ali.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2yh1nHqn6I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_fi3p-if-Yc/s1600-h/capim+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2yh1nHqn6I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_fi3p-if-Yc/s320/capim+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434896792735621026" 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/7030817321396695482-9127101714230585186?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/9127101714230585186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=9127101714230585186' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/9127101714230585186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/9127101714230585186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/02/canto-da-calcada.html' title='canto da calçada'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2yipQO0fJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/o6hKlFmWozk/s72-c/capim2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1264671991224070978</id><published>2010-01-30T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:22:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro com Dachenca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2ybNnPVk4I/AAAAAAAAAwg/E4neDVnQp7I/s1600-h/Dachenca+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2ybNnPVk4I/AAAAAAAAAwg/E4neDVnQp7I/s320/Dachenca+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434889508503262082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2ybN3gU_4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/klSaIanmumk/s1600-h/dachenka+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2ybN3gU_4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/klSaIanmumk/s320/dachenka+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434889512869494658" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2ybaAPjYII/AAAAAAAAAww/g_fJtxxlecI/s1600-h/dachenka+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2ybaAPjYII/AAAAAAAAAww/g_fJtxxlecI/s320/dachenka+foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434889721373483138" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu encontro com Dachenca aconteceu durante a "Primavera do Livro", já faz um tempinho. E foi o próprio tradutor e editor, sr. Gabor Aranyi, quem me vendeu o livro. Tanto a cachorrinha Dachenca, quanto a sua história, escrito por Karel Capek (tem um acento de um ^ invertido no C), me encantaram. Tive vontade de ter mais exemplares, presentear amigos e liguei para a editora. O próprio sr. Aranyi atendeu. "Pode vir comprar aqui que lhe dou um desconto". Fui. Bem perto de onde moro. Numa ruazinha calma, bairro da Praça da Árvore, uma casa simples. Um jardim na frente, um portãozinho de madeira como a  do interior. E no portãozinho, vejo um bilhete. " JÁ VOLTO".  Depois de uns 5 minutos, lá vem o sr. Aranyi, carregando um saquinho de compras. Essa cena não dá uma boa crônica? Enquanto não escrevo, quero apresentar DACHENCA.  Agora, passados uns 6 ou 7 anos, vi o livro exposto na livraria em destaque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1264671991224070978?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1264671991224070978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1264671991224070978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1264671991224070978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1264671991224070978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2010/01/encontro-com-dachenca.html' title='Encontro com Dachenca'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/S2ybNnPVk4I/AAAAAAAAAwg/E4neDVnQp7I/s72-c/Dachenca+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4483903667350813159</id><published>2009-08-22T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:05:48.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O incío de Binette Schroeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpAriwFULLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TwzVDvJrf6I/s1600-h/Binette+foto+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpAriwFULLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TwzVDvJrf6I/s320/Binette+foto+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372842231475743922" 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;Essa autora  é nascida em 1939, na Alemanha, e seus livros foram publicados em vários países. Em 1969 ela chegou na feira de Frankfurt, na estande da North-south books com os seus projetos. E disse ao editor que se a resposta dele for "não"  iria desistir.  Mostrou umas obras quase prontas como picture-books e mais duas imagens que viriam a ser o seu primeiro livro " Lupinchen". Antes, ela tinha visitado várias estandes, mas ninguém olhara com atenção para dois desenhos soltos. Justamente os que esse editor gostou e pediu que voltasse com a história no dia seguinte. Ela passou a noite construindo a narrativa.  E assim aconteceu a sua estréia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando perguntada se teria alguma dica para os jovens, Binette diz:&lt;br /&gt;" Se for um estudante, não tente mostrar tanto o seu estilo ou gosto, o melhor é experimentar de tudo e aprimorar a técnica. Durante o período de estudos, construir bem a base. Ao se formar (ela se refere à uma boa formação, pois comenta que numa das faculdades de artes que frequentou, o aprendizado foi nulo), esquecer a escola e experessar seus pensamentos e sentimentos, livremente. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais um comentário dessa autora —" Eu sofri por muito tempo, era bastante complexada. Mas entedi que  mostrar o meu defeito  era libertar-me. Um dia, cortei o cabelo bem curto e deixei visível as orelhas enormes que eu detestava. E, aos poucos, fui me aceitando da forma como sou..." — a princípio pode parecer não ter nada a ver com elaboração de livros, escrever histórias, ilustrar... no entanto, sinto que tem tudo a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A foto é da artista no seu atelier (da revista MOE, de 1988).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4483903667350813159?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4483903667350813159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4483903667350813159' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4483903667350813159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4483903667350813159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-incio-de-binette-schroeder.html' title='O incío de Binette Schroeder'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpAriwFULLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TwzVDvJrf6I/s72-c/Binette+foto+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4778691041643536190</id><published>2009-08-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:42:14.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um universo que nos captura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpAP4dGby5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8z84kYRy7xY/s1600-h/Binette+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpAP4dGby5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8z84kYRy7xY/s320/Binette+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372811818011708306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpABkP4VsHI/AAAAAAAAAv4/mBor2gJem3c/s1600-h/Binette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpABkP4VsHI/AAAAAAAAAv4/mBor2gJem3c/s320/Binette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372796077702754418" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou citar algumas das frases de Binette Schroeder, as que me tocam de alguma forma:&lt;br /&gt;" Por algum motivo, redescobrir uma vivência da infância é uma felicidade para o artista. Reencontrar um tesouro enterrado dentro de si e poder expressá-lo,  isso pode ter uma grande força de comunicação com a criança."&lt;br /&gt;"Não vejo necessidade de, racionalmente, buscar um tema; e sim, capturar uma história que chega naturalmente."&lt;br /&gt;"Um desenho não pode ser apenas aparentemente bonito, precisa do brilho que vem do seu interior. Uma maçã não é simplesmente algo vermelho num galho, mas aquilo que cresce arredondado pela luz e pela sombra. Digo, deve-se desenhar com amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o livro "The Frog Prince", Binette comenta que demorou 3 anos para realizá-lo.  Somente após entender melhor a reação da princesa e do sapo, do ponto de vista psicológico, é que a graciosa princesa surgiu para ela, pronta para ser pintada.&lt;br /&gt;No momento de  desenhar, ela imagina um grande vazio na sua frente, uma luz iluminando o espaço como num palco.  E nesse clima meio solitário espera que algo aconteça, um pequeno episódio, uma história, uma aventura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As imagens são dos livros "Florian and Tractor Max" e " The Frog Prince" um conto de Grimm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4778691041643536190?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4778691041643536190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4778691041643536190' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4778691041643536190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4778691041643536190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mundo-de-binette-schroeder.html' title='Um universo que nos captura'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SpAP4dGby5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8z84kYRy7xY/s72-c/Binette+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7378491848857421988</id><published>2009-07-13T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:30:54.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ação em cena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Slu90kXlTiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ho6yKkVel-A/s1600-h/HELME+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Slu90kXlTiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ho6yKkVel-A/s320/HELME+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358084892500774434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Slu2r_mh9TI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9nwrrwhixww/s1600-h/HELME1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Slu2r_mh9TI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9nwrrwhixww/s320/HELME1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358077048611009842" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helme Heine é um dos autores de picture book que encanta a muitos. E a mim também. No seu depoimento, fala da atração que ele sente pela construção da narrativa — "Não adianta apenas imagens para ser um picture book, é preciso construir uma história que traz um sentido, considero um desafio  "escrever" para alguém que pode ainda não conhecer as letras... a simplicidade é algo difícil de se alcançar".  E guardei, principalmente, essas frases —  "Eu penso que um picture book se aproxima mais de um teatro que de literatura, a história é construída como num roteiro, é uma narrativa que acontece representada em cena.  Um picture book é semelhante ao teatro, cinema ou musical. "&lt;br /&gt;E para quem quer seguir nessa arte, Helme Heine dá um conselho— " Não apenas estudar a técnica de desenho, mas pensar sobre o que quer representar. O que é exatamente colocar uma imagem num livro? E não esquecer que, ser como uma criança e ser infantil é muito diferente. " &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;(da entrevista para a revista MOE, 1988,Japão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-7378491848857421988?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7378491848857421988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7378491848857421988' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7378491848857421988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7378491848857421988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-uma-encenacao.html' title='Ação em cena'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Slu90kXlTiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ho6yKkVel-A/s72-c/HELME+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-8344364647817073334</id><published>2009-07-13T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:45:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando comecei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SlupQFEJrII/AAAAAAAAAuw/x3u73exYxew/s1600-h/EHON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SlupQFEJrII/AAAAAAAAAuw/x3u73exYxew/s320/EHON.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358062275389926530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SlupFfMU4eI/AAAAAAAAAuo/olx9om7mdrg/s1600-h/MOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SlupFfMU4eI/AAAAAAAAAuo/olx9om7mdrg/s320/MOE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358062093424976354" 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;Quando comecei com os meus primeiros trabalhos (meados dos anos 80) era até possível conhecer os nomes de todos os ilustradores e escritores que estavam atuando na literatura Infantil e juvenil. Não eram tantas as editoras. Oficinas e palestras eram raros. Publicações que falassem de picture books? Só se procurasse por livros estrangeiros. Encontrei essas revistas japonesas, mensais, juntei quase 40 números. Ainda hoje, folheio, busco as imagens que mais gostei, releio os artigos. Traz muitas entrevistas, biografias, depoimentos de autores de ehon (equivalente ao picture books em japonês). Penso em compartilhar algumas frases com aqueles que também se aventuram nesse caminho de palavras e imagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SlusGhhCMCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/KCRdQrTmZls/s1600-h/HELME+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SlusGhhCMCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/KCRdQrTmZls/s320/HELME+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358065409763455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SluqcNDOeYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Sr-039Hsx38/s1600-h/KATE+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SluqcNDOeYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Sr-039Hsx38/s320/KATE+G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358063583203588482" 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/7030817321396695482-8344364647817073334?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8344364647817073334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=8344364647817073334' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8344364647817073334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8344364647817073334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-comecei-ilustrar.html' title='Quando comecei'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SlupQFEJrII/AAAAAAAAAuw/x3u73exYxew/s72-c/EHON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6405424450675726492</id><published>2009-06-11T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:28:17.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGOAvC9tQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-Lrz3mGicPY/s1600-h/BVA_VIOLONCELISTA+O_LA_CAPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGOAvC9tQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-Lrz3mGicPY/s320/BVA_VIOLONCELISTA+O_LA_CAPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346210375945532674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGNwqtdRsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/LF-uZ5NbdYs/s1600-h/capa+teste1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGNwqtdRsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/LF-uZ5NbdYs/s320/capa+teste1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346210099903678146" 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;A capa do livro " O violoncelista" foi definida. Mais uma vez, fiz um estudo, depois outro. Trocando idéia com os editores, optamos por não repetir a figura do músico que já vai no título.&lt;br /&gt;Na postagem anterior falei sobre "romper". Goshu, o personagem desse livro, consegue isso entrando em contato com as suas emoções. E tudo acontece a partir das visitas que chegam, durante o seu ensaio, com pedidos inusitados .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6405424450675726492?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6405424450675726492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6405424450675726492' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6405424450675726492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6405424450675726492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/06/capa_11.html' title='Capa'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGOAvC9tQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-Lrz3mGicPY/s72-c/BVA_VIOLONCELISTA+O_LA_CAPA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4022513293909586798</id><published>2009-06-11T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:17:33.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4022513293909586798?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4022513293909586798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4022513293909586798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4022513293909586798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4022513293909586798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/06/capa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4638216010308168365</id><published>2009-06-11T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:23:09.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGKHtrZBUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5Rq8Yx94rbE/s1600-h/sumie-%3F%3F%3F686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGKHtrZBUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5Rq8Yx94rbE/s320/sumie-%3F%3F%3F686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346206097790797122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGKPkUfqwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rZjNo7S9qH0/s1600-h/sumie-borbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGKPkUfqwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rZjNo7S9qH0/s320/sumie-borbol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346206232717798146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGKVs-jWeI/AAAAAAAAAuI/cDqqv3MGlYw/s1600-h/sumie-romper688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGKVs-jWeI/AAAAAAAAAuI/cDqqv3MGlYw/s320/sumie-romper688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346206338120899042" 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;&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;— O verdadeiro artista deve saber romper — são palavras do mestre Massao Okinaka com quem aprendi o sumiê e muito sobre arte. Romper e buscar o seu próprio caminho. Mas, como isso acontece? Em que momento e de que forma romper? E se não for a hora? Dúvidas estarão sempre presentes. Hoje eu acho que esse rompimento deve acontecer de forma natural. Quando menos esperamos, às vezes nem percebemos, somente depois de passado um tempo, olhando o nosso processo, notamos que  algo novo nasceu ali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4638216010308168365?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4638216010308168365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4638216010308168365' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4638216010308168365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4638216010308168365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/06/romper.html' title='Romper'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SjGKHtrZBUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5Rq8Yx94rbE/s72-c/sumie-%3F%3F%3F686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1340103377688886972</id><published>2009-05-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:37:26.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A professora</title><content type='html'>Uma amiga está organizando um livro, juntando memórias em homenagem aos professores. E eu me lembrei da minha professora de primário, na escola rural que eu frequentei por uns 3 anos e meio. No primeiro dia de aula eu nem dormi direito. Fui acompanhando uma vizinha, um pouco mais velha, meus passos quase flutuavam, mesmo pisando com chinelo de dedo em estrada de terra. Levava o meu caderno, lápis, borracha e uma marmita (importante, era pequena e redonda) dentro de um saquinho xadrez avermelhado, caprichosamente feito por minha mãe. Ao chegarmos na escola, aguardamos a chegada da professora. Até que um fusca cor de vinho se aproximou levantando poeira. Tão chique, o meu pai só comprava perua rural. A professora desceu, toda elegante, bonita mesmo, olhos cinza esverdeados, cabelos curtos desfiados e firmados com laquê. E quando ela chegou mais perto, senti um perfume suave. Um cheiro da cidade, pensei. Foi uma ótima professora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1340103377688886972?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1340103377688886972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1340103377688886972' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1340103377688886972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1340103377688886972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorias-da-professora.html' title='A professora'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3588645128952831271</id><published>2009-05-09T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:35:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3588645128952831271?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3588645128952831271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3588645128952831271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3588645128952831271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3588645128952831271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/05/obra-de-arte-do-meu-avo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5052394770941963349</id><published>2009-05-08T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:39:47.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um presente dos Roedores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SgQmc_pq7HI/AAAAAAAAAtg/mr81rPzri-Q/s1600-h/Ana%2BPaula%2Be%2BLucia%2BHiratsuka%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SgQmc_pq7HI/AAAAAAAAAtg/mr81rPzri-Q/s320/Ana%2BPaula%2Be%2BLucia%2BHiratsuka%2B01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333430138277915762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje recebi um presente muito especial, a resenha de "Os livros de Sayuri" no &lt;a href="http://roedoresdelivros.blogspot.com"&gt;blog dos Roedores&lt;/a&gt;. Conheci Tino e Ana Paula durante o seminário "Prazer em ler", foi quando tiramos essa foto (o Tino bateu a foto). Depois disso é sempre uma alegria encontrá-los em feiras, bienais, eventos ligados aos livros. Quero convidar os meus amigos a ler as resenha que está uma delícia, recheada de palavras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5052394770941963349?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5052394770941963349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5052394770941963349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5052394770941963349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5052394770941963349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-presente-dos-roedores.html' title='Um presente dos Roedores'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SgQmc_pq7HI/AAAAAAAAAtg/mr81rPzri-Q/s72-c/Ana%2BPaula%2Be%2BLucia%2BHiratsuka%2B01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-8382946807397465799</id><published>2009-04-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:58:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenji Miyazawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Sfoa9SOQXmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/1QMNCIbNLo0/s1600-h/pag+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Sfoa9SOQXmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/1QMNCIbNLo0/s320/pag+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330602749112376930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cheguei a pensar em fazer uma tradução. Mas, um dia, por uma dessas felizes coincidências, fui parar numa oficina de tradução de poesia. E, como um exercício, traduzi alguns contos de Kenji Miyazawa. Adorei a experiência e também de conhecer um pouco do processo de criação desse autor. Ele escrevia sobre o que estava à sua volta, lançava um olhar especial para aqueles seres ainda em formação, seja pessoa, bicho, planta, pedra...  E reescrevia várias vezes. Ele tinha interesses amplos, música era uma das suas paixões. Chegou a adquirir e aprender a tocar violoncelo, mas conta-se que, ao ver o instrumento velho e esburacado do seu amigo e professor, trocou-o pelo seu que era novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-8382946807397465799?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8382946807397465799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=8382946807397465799' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8382946807397465799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8382946807397465799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/kenji-miyazawa.html' title='Kenji Miyazawa'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Sfoa9SOQXmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/1QMNCIbNLo0/s72-c/pag+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1887526003817859853</id><published>2009-04-30T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:32:54.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gato e guaxinim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SfoSSjfsz6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/4A90p4IDRyc/s1600-h/pag+20+e+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SfoSSjfsz6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/4A90p4IDRyc/s320/pag+20+e+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330593218921549730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SfoW7ZQnZAI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qiBVUJ1eOI4/s1600-h/pag+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SfoW7ZQnZAI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qiBVUJ1eOI4/s320/pag+48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330598318595073026" 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;São personagens do conto " O violoncelista" de Kenji Miyazawa. O gato é bastante atrevido, uma noite chega à cabana do músico trazendo-lhe tomates colhidos na própria horta do jovem. E o guaxinim visita-o querendo aprender música, tem um jeito ingênuo e afetivo. Ambos são encantadores, adorei desenhar esses bichos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1887526003817859853?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1887526003817859853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1887526003817859853' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1887526003817859853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1887526003817859853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/gato-e-guaxinim.html' title='Gato e guaxinim'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SfoSSjfsz6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/4A90p4IDRyc/s72-c/pag+20+e+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7752854750719426217</id><published>2009-04-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:05:18.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Sei1fqhEgBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gjoWN6f2FCA/s1600-h/exposicao_CCBB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Sei1fqhEgBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gjoWN6f2FCA/s320/exposicao_CCBB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325706114959179794" 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;Segue o convite para a exposição "Era uma vez... " que acontece no Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil e tem a curadoria da Katia Canton. São trabalhos de vários ilustradores e estarei participando com 5 originais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-7752854750719426217?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7752854750719426217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7752854750719426217' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7752854750719426217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7752854750719426217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/exposicao.html' title='Exposição'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Sei1fqhEgBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gjoWN6f2FCA/s72-c/exposicao_CCBB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4791366778659563024</id><published>2009-04-13T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:53:54.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfil Literário</title><content type='html'>A rádio Unesp traz um programa chamado Perfil Literário, um bate-papo descontraído com vários autores. O entrevistador é Oscar D'Ambrosio e quem quiser dar uma conferida, poderá acessar&lt;a href="http://aci.reitoria.unesp.br/radio/perfil%20liter%a0rio/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aci.reitoria.unesp.br/radio/perfil%20liter%a0rio/"&gt;o site da rádio&lt;/a&gt; a qualquer momento.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4791366778659563024?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4791366778659563024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4791366778659563024' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4791366778659563024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4791366778659563024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfil-literario.html' title='Perfil Literário'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2187084460107918432</id><published>2009-04-03T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:29:21.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SdYdllbQmDI/AAAAAAAAAsw/V5flS5u7YhE/s1600-h/capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SdYdllbQmDI/AAAAAAAAAsw/V5flS5u7YhE/s320/capa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320472541323630642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SdYduM84LBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/I2c21agp73w/s320/Muli:capa+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320472689372572690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o meu novo livro a ser lançado pela DCL, previsto para abril/maio. Mais uma vez, a capa deu trabalho. Ou melhor, a editora preferia deixar claro que se trata de uma história lúdica para pequenos leitores (3 a 6 anos?). A primeira sugestão foi uma mudança no título. Em geral,  no máximo em duas semanas, se existe um título mais adequado, ele costuma aparecer. Não apareceu. Nenhum me convencia. O jeito foi trocar a capa, ficou valendo a segunda, que traz Muli maior. A opção foi por uma capa que mostrasse realmente que o personagem era um monstrinho, sem ter que dizer "monstrinho".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2187084460107918432?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2187084460107918432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2187084460107918432' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2187084460107918432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2187084460107918432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/capas.html' title='Capas'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SdYdllbQmDI/AAAAAAAAAsw/V5flS5u7YhE/s72-c/capa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-276069011188580365</id><published>2009-04-03T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:09:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palestras na Casa das Rosas</title><content type='html'>Ricardo Azevedo estará falando sobre o tema " Literatura infantil e sistema cultural dominante", no dia 04 de abril, sábado, às 20 horas. E Odilon Moraes fala sobre "Ilustração de livros: uma escrita feita de imagem" no dia 24 de abril, sexta, 20 hs. Para quem quiser mais detalhes ou saber sobre todas as atividades, é só conferir na&lt;a href="http://www.poiesis.org.br/casadasrosas/"&gt; agenda de eventos da Casa das Rosas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&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/7030817321396695482-276069011188580365?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/276069011188580365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=276069011188580365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/276069011188580365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/276069011188580365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/palestras-na-casa-das-rosas.html' title='Palestras na Casa das Rosas'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4203889364714549432</id><published>2009-03-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:37:28.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goshu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Scog7Se8aoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9xXYy7ND-Uk/s1600-h/Goshu:blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Scog7Se8aoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9xXYy7ND-Uk/s320/Goshu:blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317098513010289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshu é um músico que não consegue acompanhar os seus colegas da orquestra e vive levando broncas do maestro.  A imagem ao lado foi um dos estudos que fiz para este personagem. E como era um estudo, sem preocupação de pintar "certinho", um dos olhos saiu diferente do outro. Senti que isso poderia caracterizar o personagem... um olhar levemente torto e assustado. Está no original de Kenji Miyazawa "Goshu, com os olhos feito círculo", de tão arregalados e presos na partitura. Comenta-se que o autor pode ter se inspirado na palavra francesa "Gauche" para nomear esse violoncelista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4203889364714549432?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4203889364714549432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4203889364714549432' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4203889364714549432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4203889364714549432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/03/goshu_25.html' title='Goshu'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/Scog7Se8aoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9xXYy7ND-Uk/s72-c/Goshu:blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-9101146229571642930</id><published>2009-03-25T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:35:22.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O violoncelista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ScoX7CD5KaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/YQAB87V-DZU/s1600-h/p+59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ScoX7CD5KaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/YQAB87V-DZU/s320/p+59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317088612997212578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ScoddpMiq3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/apNVfzEn6Jo/s1600-h/violon643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ScoddpMiq3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/apNVfzEn6Jo/s320/violon643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317094705176161138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ScoaILSOA-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/pKU9qWliV4U/s1600-h/ratinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ScoaILSOA-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/pKU9qWliV4U/s320/ratinhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317091037834773474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshu é um personagem criado por Kenji Miyazawa, um autor clássico muito amado no Japão que faleceu em 1933, com 37 anos. Há um tempo tinha este conto,"O violoncelista", traduzido, uma vontade muito grande de ilustrar e apresentálo aos leitores. Agora esse desejo se concretiza. Tentei não fazer um lay-out muito acabado, apenas um esboço, pois queria manter as primeiras pinceladas mais cruas. E o papel que melhor se adaptou foi o sulfite comum, não muito adequado para aquarela, mas neste caso deu o efeito que eu queria.  A palheta de cores ficou com um predomínio de azul e marrom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-9101146229571642930?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/9101146229571642930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=9101146229571642930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/9101146229571642930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/9101146229571642930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/03/goshu.html' title='O violoncelista'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ScoX7CD5KaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/YQAB87V-DZU/s72-c/p+59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6121107201260349554</id><published>2009-03-04T11:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:35:24.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarela e papel</title><content type='html'>Quem usa aquarela, às vezes se depara com um problema — o papel, se tiver uma gramatura baixa, enruga formando sombras na hora da digitalização. Aí vai uma dica. Você pode preparar o papel antes. Molhe com um pincel e cole com fita gomada, numa prancha de madeira sem verniz. Depois de secar bem,  retire cortando as bordas; o papel vai estar bem esticado. E se preferir, pode pintar primeiro e fazer o mesmo procedimento pelo avesso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6121107201260349554?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6121107201260349554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6121107201260349554' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6121107201260349554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6121107201260349554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/03/aquarela-e-papel.html' title='Aquarela e papel'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4464212032897771313</id><published>2009-02-25T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:26:23.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estudo de técnica e personagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SaWxUkJy3HI/AAAAAAAAAro/1sik0ZU_XxA/s1600-h/goshu+e+o+gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SaWxUkJy3HI/AAAAAAAAAro/1sik0ZU_XxA/s320/goshu+e+o+gato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306842702786255986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SaWxaj6ZHrI/AAAAAAAAArw/DCrTmr2qqrw/s1600-h/goshu-guaxinim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SaWxaj6ZHrI/AAAAAAAAArw/DCrTmr2qqrw/s320/goshu-guaxinim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306842805800869554" 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;&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;São alguns testes para escolher a técnica e definir os personagens. E o que levei em consideração? No texto, o autor traz cenas bem delimitadas, o que me fez usar uma imagem de abertura e vinhetas de fechamento para a entrada e a saída dos personagens. O conto traz uma força que vem da terra, ao mesmo tempo, há uma atmosfera da noite que envolve a maior parte dos acontecimentos. Então, pensei numa predominância da mistura de cores puxando para terra e azul. O personagem tem algo de tosco no seu aprendizado, não sabe lidar muito bem com as emoções, uma leve deformação na perspectiva ajudaria. Tentei finalizar em guache, como está no primeiro quadro. Ainda senti comportado demais. E, por fim, optei pelo uso de uma pincelada menos acabada, assim como é esse jovem. A segunda imagem (um detalhe da cena) ainda está sem pintura, apenas com a cor que joguei no computador para dar o clima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4464212032897771313?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4464212032897771313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4464212032897771313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4464212032897771313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4464212032897771313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/02/estudo-de-tecnica-e-personagem.html' title='Estudo de técnica e personagem'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SaWxUkJy3HI/AAAAAAAAAro/1sik0ZU_XxA/s72-c/goshu+e+o+gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-944190149546740118</id><published>2009-02-14T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:10:54.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os bonecos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZcx2L3JmbI/AAAAAAAAArg/qk6ZNqo6OMs/s1600-h/bonecos:blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZcx2L3JmbI/AAAAAAAAArg/qk6ZNqo6OMs/s320/bonecos:blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302761893218851250" 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;Alguns são de 1992, outros mais recentes.  Em geral, os bonecos são ótimos para amadurecer uma idéia e para mostrar ao editor algo mais concreto. Fazer o lay-out muito próximo da finalização também traz problemas, como querer copiar os mesmos efeitos e nunca conseguir. Ainda assim, vale a pena. Até encontrei soluções para as histórias que não estavam bem amarradas. Nos bonecos recentes, usei o programa de edição, o que facilita demais. Dá pra ampliar, diminuir, inclinar, esmaecer... Quem sabe ainda descubro outros recursos? Lembro que cheguei a usar cola benzina, não sabia que escurecia com o tempo. Ao menos uma etapa da colagem consegui eliminar.  Continuo montando, página por página. Essa parte artesanal me dá prazer, é ver a idéia inicial tomar a forma de um livro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-944190149546740118?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/944190149546740118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=944190149546740118' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/944190149546740118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/944190149546740118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-bonecos.html' title='Os bonecos'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZcx2L3JmbI/AAAAAAAAArg/qk6ZNqo6OMs/s72-c/bonecos:blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3952375130392998986</id><published>2009-02-14T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:00:28.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estilo</title><content type='html'>Um dia comentei com o meu orientador "acho que ainda não tenho um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estilo&lt;/span&gt; meu". Isso foi quando estava na Universidade de Fukuoka, no Japão, em 1988.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estilo&lt;/span&gt; não é algo que você escolhe e decide ter, surge com o tempo", foi o que ele me respondeu. Alguns artistas trazem um estilo marcante desde cedo, outros adquirem com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi não pensar sobre isso e me dedicar simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a Bienal de Minas, ouvi a Angela Lago dizer que nunca tinha se preocupado com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estilo&lt;/span&gt;. Aí é que me dei conta de que eu havia rompido também com essa idéia há muito tempo, pois não era o meu perfil. Apenas tento sentir, se aquelas imagens estão ganhando força (naquela técnica, com aquela forma de expressão) junto com o texto, ou se as palavras estão crescendo com as ilustrações, e se é o máximo que posso fazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-3952375130392998986?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3952375130392998986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3952375130392998986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3952375130392998986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3952375130392998986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/02/estilo.html' title='Estilo'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-8929066581114823928</id><published>2009-02-10T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:00:30.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As capas de Sayuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZIF2AUdZ8I/AAAAAAAAArY/Ll-gkcyL4gM/s1600-h/capa+Sayuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZIF2AUdZ8I/AAAAAAAAArY/Ll-gkcyL4gM/s320/capa+Sayuri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301306136725383106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZIDL9gLmCI/AAAAAAAAArI/6MzBkyqUOBg/s1600-h/Sayuri+3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZIDL9gLmCI/AAAAAAAAArI/6MzBkyqUOBg/s320/Sayuri+3+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301303215391479842" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZIDSFqBeaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/p8HLUHCJZ-4/s1600-h/sayuri+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZIDSFqBeaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/p8HLUHCJZ-4/s320/sayuri+2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301303320659458466" 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;Vinha pensando em exibir o processo de elaboração da capa, pois nesse livro deu um pouco de trabalho. Na verdade, já tinha em mente a imagem da menina riscando o chão. Mas os primeiros estudos ficaram infantis demais. E aí, sugestão do editor de arte, usar apenas a silhueta. Ainda não cheguei no ponto. Então, tentei mais duas opções que não deram certo.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, voltei para a imagem da silhueta, afinal, a idéia não estava ruim. Mudei a técnica, desenhei em grafite, num papel reciclado. E foi aprovado, depois de várias tentativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZH-oeAIZZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/TuCKGxEveM4/s1600-h/capa-4b+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZH-oeAIZZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/TuCKGxEveM4/s320/capa-4b+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298207593620882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZH-5yvXYUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZMvNl99QNRQ/s1600-h/Sayuri-nova+capa+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZH-5yvXYUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZMvNl99QNRQ/s320/Sayuri-nova+capa+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298505218220354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZH_NNPG86I/AAAAAAAAAqw/0V8ztqnJWgY/s1600-h/capa5+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZH_NNPG86I/AAAAAAAAAqw/0V8ztqnJWgY/s320/capa5+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298838748197794" 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/7030817321396695482-8929066581114823928?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8929066581114823928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=8929066581114823928' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8929066581114823928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8929066581114823928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-capas-de-sayuri.html' title='As capas de Sayuri'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SZIF2AUdZ8I/AAAAAAAAArY/Ll-gkcyL4gM/s72-c/capa+Sayuri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-8712794159876891767</id><published>2009-01-31T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:50:48.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde moram as histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SYSE7tm4dgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/WlGHs1jhcfE/s1600-h/cachorro553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SYSE7tm4dgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/WlGHs1jhcfE/s320/cachorro553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297505223084373506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SYSFA_VLcEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/QI9zKz7CNm8/s1600-h/cachorro+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SYSFA_VLcEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/QI9zKz7CNm8/s320/cachorro+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297505313741303874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SYSCXteoxdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ql9xiUjaPug/s1600-h/duque-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SYSCXteoxdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ql9xiUjaPug/s320/duque-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297502405551244754" 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;Eu tinha um cachorro quando criança.  Tinha, da forma como se pode ter um cachorro morando na roça. Era tão livre o "meu" cachorro, o cercado de arame não impedia as suas aventuras por matas. De vez em quando, ele voltava com o focinho espetado por espinhos. E foi assim que eu soube de um bicho esquisito, o porco-espinho. O Duque (esse era o nome) trazia um pouco do mistério da mata. E por que eu achava que o cachorro era meu? Não sei ao certo. O Duque era malhado, não me lembro como nem quando ele chegou em casa, mas nessas lacunas moram as histórias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-8712794159876891767?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8712794159876891767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=8712794159876891767' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8712794159876891767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8712794159876891767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Onde moram as histórias'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SYSE7tm4dgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/WlGHs1jhcfE/s72-c/cachorro553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-4983607584564489004</id><published>2009-01-22T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:50:14.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas mais próximas de nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXjmpddywaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AmoMHlaCclQ/s1600-h/batata:blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXjmpddywaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AmoMHlaCclQ/s320/batata:blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294234961932632482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXjmxBr945I/AAAAAAAAAnc/LBOuIo_60VQ/s1600-h/ovo:blog"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXjmxBr945I/AAAAAAAAAnc/LBOuIo_60VQ/s320/ovo:blog" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294235091914843026" 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;Escrever e desenhar são formas de olharmos para as coisas simples, que nos são próximas, mas lançando um novo olhar. Assim, enquanto fazia esses desenhos, lembrei que a comida em casa era quase tudo tirado da terra. As verduras, as batatas doces, a mandioca, o café... Até linguiça era feito em casa. Nada foi mais divertido do que ajudar nessa empreitada que era uma festa. A carne de porco, moída na máquina e temperada com sal, alho, pimenta, entrava numa outra máquina e saía  dentro de uma pele bem fina que dava o formato comprido, voltas e mais voltas de tão comprido. Outra coisa muito divertida, que cabia a mim e a minha irmã, era furar com uma agulha essa linguiça, que ia soltando a gordura. Pronta, ficava pendurada em cima do fogão, a gordura pingando pelos furos e caindo no fogo, espalhava um cheirinho gostoso de defumado pela casa. Sempre tinha algum cheiro nos envolvendo. A minha irmã esteve nos Estados Unidos e comentou sobre uma lareira artificial, que aquecia, mas faltava o cheiro da lenha. Lembrei do "Não verás país nenhum" de Inácio de Loyola Brandão, nesse livro as pessoas precisam comprar cheiros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-4983607584564489004?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4983607584564489004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=4983607584564489004' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4983607584564489004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/4983607584564489004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-coisas-mais-prximas.html' title='As coisas mais próximas de nós'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXjmpddywaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AmoMHlaCclQ/s72-c/batata:blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-3522502507230908690</id><published>2009-01-17T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:52:24.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a idéia não chega</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXJE2I6FltI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aAmpUfnBzS4/s1600-h/tucano+:blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXJE2I6FltI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aAmpUfnBzS4/s320/tucano+:blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292368209008498386" 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;Quando estou ilustrando e não vem nenhuma idéia, tento algumas possibilidades para puxar a imagem. Como por exemplo, fazendo pesquisa. Foi assim que encontrei uma foto de um tucano bicando caqui.  No texto não tem tucano nenhum, mas fala de vizinho que gosta de caqui. Tucano não pode ser um vizinho? Claor que pode.&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes, jogo o texto no espaço e fico olhando o branco. Ou então, busco as imagens enquanto caminho, antes de dormir... E se, nada disso funcionar, deixo pra lá. Num momento inesperado, elas aparecem. O desenho embaixo tem a ver com girar e com rolar.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que este projeto estiver mais maduro, pretendo contar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXJGx8UrVzI/AAAAAAAAAnM/bNa8I4bZLB0/s1600-h/odoriko+para+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXJGx8UrVzI/AAAAAAAAAnM/bNa8I4bZLB0/s320/odoriko+para+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292370335934142258" 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/7030817321396695482-3522502507230908690?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3522502507230908690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=3522502507230908690' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3522502507230908690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/3522502507230908690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-idia-no-chega.html' title='Quando a idéia não chega'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SXJE2I6FltI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aAmpUfnBzS4/s72-c/tucano+:blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1421016232617827870</id><published>2009-01-10T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:07:31.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As marcas da mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkJwJLMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAm8/E92UFh5F7-k/s1600-h/hanabi-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkJwJLMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAm8/E92UFh5F7-k/s320/hanabi-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289769960024598450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, mostrei fotos dos quadros que pintava e também algumas ilustrações para o professor e grande gravurista Evandro Jardim. Nunca esqueci o comentário dele — "você não deve pensar que são dois caminhos, mas apenas um, tanto a ilustração quanto a pintura". Voltei muito grata com a sua orientação, mas eu ainda não tinha a capacidade de deixar as pinceladas nas ilustrações. Aos poucos, depois de muitos anos, é que comecei a criar coragem e deixar a marca das mãos, seja em pincelada, seja em traços de grafite... ainda, vez ou outra, me vejo querendo retocar demais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1421016232617827870?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1421016232617827870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1421016232617827870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1421016232617827870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1421016232617827870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-marcas-da-mo.html' title='As marcas da mão'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkJwJLMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAm8/E92UFh5F7-k/s72-c/hanabi-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2675255309538979866</id><published>2009-01-10T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:14:55.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinturas antigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkFzJ2_KjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RcUez1zL6R4/s1600-h/cidade+em+amarelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkFzJ2_KjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RcUez1zL6R4/s320/cidade+em+amarelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289765613701376562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkF9sGhfvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/oUC2MfZ8xs4/s1600-h/quadro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkF9sGhfvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/oUC2MfZ8xs4/s320/quadro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289765794692038386" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkDd26vCbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WJRTy4Q7VvE/s1600-h/quadro+vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkDd26vCbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WJRTy4Q7VvE/s320/quadro+vermelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289763048816314802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkHANWyMAI/AAAAAAAAAms/QOrktbOV8uk/s1600-h/pr%C3%A9dio+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkHANWyMAI/AAAAAAAAAms/QOrktbOV8uk/s320/pr%C3%A9dio+rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289766937489977346" 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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei o ano fazendo uma limpeza na casa. E aí, acabei revendo os quadros antigos a óleo. Creio que pintei durante uns três ou quatro anos e parei. Ou melhor, decidi aplicar tudo que aprendi sobre cores, pinceladas, composição, nas ilustrações de livros para crianças. A pintura fez parte de um processo, busca de uma linguagem para tentar encontrar a minha forma de expressão. Não tenho mais pintado em óleo, pinto com guache, aquarela, lápis... e porque não dizer, com palavras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2675255309538979866?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2675255309538979866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2675255309538979866' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2675255309538979866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2675255309538979866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinturas-antigas.html' title='Pinturas antigas'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SWkFzJ2_KjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RcUez1zL6R4/s72-c/cidade+em+amarelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-1710738851030356357</id><published>2008-12-20T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:31:02.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SU0mCCnjqrI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4H7nWf3yFKQ/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SU0mCCnjqrI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4H7nWf3yFKQ/s320/flor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281919754479839922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano foi muito especial para mim. Visitei muitas escolas, conversei com os meus leitores e participei de vários eventos literários.&lt;br /&gt;E chegou o final de ano, tão ligeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei das festas da comunidade japonesa, de nome"bounenkai". Ainda era criança, num desses encontros, um senhor fez o discurso e explicou que essa palavra traz os ideograma "esquecer" , "ano" e"encontro". Então, era um encontro para se esquecer as coisas difíceis, deixar para trás e recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Deste ano quero me lembrar de tudo com muito carinho.&lt;br /&gt;E desejo à todos uma boa passagem de ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-1710738851030356357?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1710738851030356357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=1710738851030356357' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1710738851030356357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/1710738851030356357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-de-ano.html' title='Final de ano'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SU0mCCnjqrI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4H7nWf3yFKQ/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7828837687164981793</id><published>2008-12-20T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:04:23.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenhos da Caro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SU0gZXpNyEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/CgzzDGzPnPY/s1600-h/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+Caro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SU0gZXpNyEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/CgzzDGzPnPY/s320/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+Caro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281913558191163458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minha sobrinha Carolina (com 10 anos) está aprendendo desenho numa escola. Os dois quadros em grafite são dela. Na maioria das vezes, ela gosta de rabiscar no estilo mangá. Dou uns conselhos, digo que o melhor para se aprender é copiar do real. Mas, quando eu tinha menos de 10 anos, ainda morando no meio do mato, até mandei uma história em mangá para o Japão. Depois de um tempo chegou uma carta da redação, dizendo que estavam felizes por eu ter enviado um trabalho de tão longe, que era para continuar estudando.&lt;br /&gt;De um lado fiquei triste por não ter dado em nada e feliz por saber que os desenhos chegaram em algum lugar, alguém tinha visto e havia todo um mundo para onde caminhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-7828837687164981793?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7828837687164981793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7828837687164981793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7828837687164981793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7828837687164981793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/12/desenhos-da-caro.html' title='Desenhos da Caro'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SU0gZXpNyEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/CgzzDGzPnPY/s72-c/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+Caro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2612863466889805919</id><published>2008-12-08T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:01:15.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações e fragilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ST0HUAWK7yI/AAAAAAAAAlc/deqrT18BtU4/s1600-h/capa:antes+da+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ST0HUAWK7yI/AAAAAAAAAlc/deqrT18BtU4/s320/capa:antes+da+chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277382378619858722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando frequentei os Laboratórios Literários do Museu Lasar Segall,  entrei muito em contato com as memórias da infância. E, não parei.&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, fui mostrar um dos projetos para um grande ilustrador/autor que admiro muito. E ele fez um comentário — que a fragilidade do rafe estava se integrando muito bem à história que fala das sensações mais simples, das primeiras brincadeiras de infância. Apesar de já estar planejando usar a expontaneidade do rascunho, a definição dele foi de uma clareza que me impressionou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2612863466889805919?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2612863466889805919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2612863466889805919' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2612863466889805919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2612863466889805919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/12/quando-frequentei-os-laboratrios.html' title='Sensações e fragilidade'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/ST0HUAWK7yI/AAAAAAAAAlc/deqrT18BtU4/s72-c/capa:antes+da+chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7745364676495025323</id><published>2008-12-04T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:54:15.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catálogos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SThBKv952aI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MABFaN9LZuU/s1600-h/cat%C3%A1logos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SThBKv952aI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MABFaN9LZuU/s320/cat%C3%A1logos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276038616395143586" 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;Saíram dois catálogos bem bacanas. Um deles é do 6º Traçando Histórias, mostra de ilustrações que acontece em Porto Alegre. E o outro é da SIB — sociedade dos ilustradores do Brasil— Ao todo são 40 ilustradores participando e este catálogo pode ser adquirido por aqueles que se interessam por ilustrações, mais especificamente na àrea de Literatura Infanto-juvenil. Maiores informações podem ser obtidos no site da própria &lt;a href="http://www.sib.org.br/"&gt;Sib.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-7745364676495025323?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7745364676495025323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7745364676495025323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7745364676495025323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7745364676495025323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/12/catlogos.html' title='Catálogos'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SThBKv952aI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MABFaN9LZuU/s72-c/cat%C3%A1logos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5808292200486416140</id><published>2008-11-28T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:06:52.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/STBZ2KDPteI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ooZSXA1URD8/s1600-h/gato3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/STBZ2KDPteI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ooZSXA1URD8/s320/gato3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273813950596625890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes eu procurava saber qual seria um bom papel  para a aquarela e buscava também a melhor marca de tinta. Diziam que em pastilha era melhor que em bisnaga. Pois então, comprei esses. Mas, agora, uso o que tenho por aqui, aquarela, guache, tinta pra sumiê... e quanto ao papel,  tenho usado qualquer um, até mesmo o sulfite comum. Claro que cada papel dá um efeito diferente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5808292200486416140?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5808292200486416140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5808292200486416140' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5808292200486416140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5808292200486416140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/11/aquarela.html' title='Aquarela'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/STBZ2KDPteI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ooZSXA1URD8/s72-c/gato3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-5806312969652411587</id><published>2008-11-25T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:46:33.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascunho e finalizacão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxhD2XtQHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4viMvljsMz4/s1600-h/cambalhota1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxhD2XtQHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4viMvljsMz4/s320/cambalhota1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272695982506459250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora da finalização, cheguei a copiar o rascunho, mas a expontaneidade dos primeiros traços é quase impossível de se conseguir. Optei por limpar um pouco no computador e aproveitar alguns rabiscos iniciais. Este é Muli, um monstrinho muito... travesso? tímido? engraçado ou medonho? O meu maior desejo é que as crianças se identifiquem com ele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-5806312969652411587?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5806312969652411587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=5806312969652411587' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5806312969652411587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/5806312969652411587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/11/rascunho-e-finalizaco.html' title='Rascunho e finalizacão'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxhD2XtQHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4viMvljsMz4/s72-c/cambalhota1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-7341907734677372093</id><published>2008-11-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:53:07.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarela e o computador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxSWm9iSWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/E97YpBOwpdc/s1600-h/vale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxSWm9iSWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/E97YpBOwpdc/s320/vale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272679812113254754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxW-GXVpOI/AAAAAAAAAco/W6SN-Eb3uY0/s1600-h/vale:blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxW-GXVpOI/AAAAAAAAAco/W6SN-Eb3uY0/s320/vale:blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272684888604386530" 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;Para cada livro busco uma técnica, aquela que melhor expressa o espaço onde os personagens irão viver suas histórias. Ou, seja, a técnica é apenas um recurso para contar uma história. Desta vez, não escapei de usar alguns recursos do photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma montagem de duas imagens, um vale e uma névoa amarelada em aquarela, depois fui apagando, deixando visível somente algumas partes. Ficou amarelo demais? Dá para alterar isso também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-7341907734677372093?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7341907734677372093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=7341907734677372093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7341907734677372093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/7341907734677372093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/11/aquarela-e-o-computador.html' title='Aquarela e o computador'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SSxSWm9iSWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/E97YpBOwpdc/s72-c/vale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2929252746746981575</id><published>2008-11-22T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:47:30.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostrando a cara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShfBEYHUfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/eRdl1glmzUQ/s1600-h/muli+espia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShfBEYHUfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/eRdl1glmzUQ/s320/muli+espia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271567835796558322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse que espia é o personagem do meu próximo livro. Tanto demorou para dizer qual era a história que queria viver, que eu pensei, ele deve ser tímido. Continuei achando isso, mesmo depois que a história já estava pronta. Mas, quando mostrei o boneco (lay-out do livro) para os amigos, ninguém viu traços de timidez no personagem.  E só então eu soube, na verdade ele já tinha se transformado, eu é que não havia me dado conta.&lt;br /&gt;O livro deve ficar pronto lá pra março de 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2929252746746981575?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2929252746746981575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2929252746746981575' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2929252746746981575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2929252746746981575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/11/mostrando-as-caras.html' title='Mostrando a cara'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShfBEYHUfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/eRdl1glmzUQ/s72-c/muli+espia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-222334478557442176</id><published>2008-11-22T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:49:15.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda em Porto Alegre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShOGIM06EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/S2h3KQlABBg/s1600-h/eu:elaine:elma:ellen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShOGIM06EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/S2h3KQlABBg/s320/eu:elaine:elma:ellen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549231024629826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShONsB0epI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aj3dqqp4I4k/s1600-h/eu:rosinha:elisabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShONsB0epI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aj3dqqp4I4k/s320/eu:rosinha:elisabeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549360901225106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShOAMt1E4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/BJflg2Pp81w/s1600-h/eu:andr%C3%A9:socorro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShOAMt1E4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/BJflg2Pp81w/s320/eu:andr%C3%A9:socorro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549129157579650" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShTAVoM5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5XZbMu6ES2M/s1600-h/renata+e+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShTAVoM5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5XZbMu6ES2M/s320/renata+e+eu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271554629108032914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No "6º Traçando Histórias", foram tantas as atividades que saía de uma oficina e entrava em outra, depois vinha algum debate, mesa redonda, bate-papo com os leitores... Sempre falando sobre literatura Infanto-juvenil e ilustrações. Nos intervalos, o assunto continuava. E graças à gentileza dos amigos, recebi umas fotos desse encontro que deixa sempre com um gostinho de quero mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-222334478557442176?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/222334478557442176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=222334478557442176' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/222334478557442176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/222334478557442176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/11/ainda-em-porto-alegre.html' title='Ainda em Porto Alegre'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SShOGIM06EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/S2h3KQlABBg/s72-c/eu:elaine:elma:ellen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-6381820752314107734</id><published>2008-11-15T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:13:24.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhes de Porto Alegre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SR8rw0EZ6HI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lZ3GF1N9EAM/s1600-h/amarelo484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SR8rw0EZ6HI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lZ3GF1N9EAM/s320/amarelo484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268978206657603698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SR8s2GiO27I/AAAAAAAAAbA/3Wm0Qdt8QiQ/s1600-h/jo%C3%A3o+de+barro483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SR8s2GiO27I/AAAAAAAAAbA/3Wm0Qdt8QiQ/s320/jo%C3%A3o+de+barro483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268979397025520562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foram 4 dias em Porto Alegre, mas eram tantas as atividades ligadas à Feira de Livros que apenas numa das manhãs pude apreciar os parques. O que mais me chamou a atenção foram as árvores (não eram  ipês)com o chão forrado de amarelo. E as sombras se  deitavam na maciez das pétalas.&lt;br /&gt;E no meio do passeio, quando me sentei num banco, reparei na casinha de joão-de-barro. Uma, duas, três... várias. Ou melhor, uma em cada poste. Seria um condomínio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-6381820752314107734?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6381820752314107734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=6381820752314107734' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6381820752314107734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/6381820752314107734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/11/em-porto-alegre.html' title='Detalhes de Porto Alegre'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SR8rw0EZ6HI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lZ3GF1N9EAM/s72-c/amarelo484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-8890628552305734053</id><published>2008-11-09T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:20:15.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traçando Histórias</title><content type='html'>Estou indo para Porto Alegre participar do "Traçando Histórias", evento paralelo à Feira de Porto Alegre. É uma exposição com 40 ilustradores e por três dias acontecem palestras, oficinas, debates, tudo em torno da ilustração na Literatura Infantil e Juvenil.  Dois anos atrás estive lá e desta vez vou dar uma oficina no dia 12, às 14 horas. Quem vai uma vez, é difícil não querer repetir. Creio que não temos outro espaço onde podemos discutir tanto sobre as imagens narrativas. E a feira que acontece na praça é um charme, o pessoal de lá muito receptivo e organizado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-8890628552305734053?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8890628552305734053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=8890628552305734053' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8890628552305734053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8890628552305734053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/11/traando-histrias.html' title='Traçando Histórias'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-2868082874889221644</id><published>2008-10-28T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:16:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cinema e pés</title><content type='html'>Um dia fui ao cinema. O cinema chegava sempre em um caminhão, momento esperado por todos da comunidade, um tantinho de lazer, viagem pelo mundo das imagens, de risos, sorrisos, lágrimas de vez em quando.  Tramas bem armadas, dramas, lutas de espadas, espantos... esquecendo que eram cenas projetadas em lençol branco, estendido na parede do velho rancho .&lt;br /&gt;Voltei para casa e comecei a desenhar. Em carvão, na parede da tulha.  Somente os pés. Pés? Isso mesmo,  em sapatos diversos, saltos ou não, pequenos ou nem tanto... caminhavam os pés-rabiscos.&lt;br /&gt;Por que desenhei somente os pés? Garanto que não era filme de pés. Talvez porque desenhar pés era mais fácil que desenhar o corpo todo, o rosto. Ou, foi pra  deixar por conta da imaginação de quem olhasse? Ou ainda, os pés representavam o caminhar? Não sei direito, mas acho que assim nascem as minhas histórias. A partir de algumas imagens que me chamam atenção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-2868082874889221644?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2868082874889221644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=2868082874889221644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2868082874889221644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/2868082874889221644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinema-ps-histrias.html' title='cinema e pés'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030817321396695482.post-8507827399266861588</id><published>2008-10-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:10:48.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagens que sugerem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SQI-1knFk3I/AAAAAAAAAag/gSbvGUhLoY0/s1600-h/janela+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SQI-1knFk3I/AAAAAAAAAag/gSbvGUhLoY0/s320/janela+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260836404803769202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que diz a imagem ao lado? Com essa ilustração, consegui substituir algumas das frases... assim, vou cortando as palavras, deixando só o essencial. E, na cena seguinte, o mesmo chinelinho aparece num cenário mais completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SQJD_QEoqcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1BBJPCf2ZRI/s1600-h/acordando+-sombra+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SQJD_QEoqcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1BBJPCf2ZRI/s320/acordando+-sombra+jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260842068647389634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue imaginar algo mais sobre o quarto e quem dorme nessa cama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SQJCivvbOrI/AAAAAAAAAao/pEcUN0QYkgI/s1600-h/pegadas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030817321396695482-8507827399266861588?l=luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8507827399266861588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030817321396695482&amp;postID=8507827399266861588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8507827399266861588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030817321396695482/posts/default/8507827399266861588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciahiratsuka.blogspot.com/2008/10/imagens-que-sugerem.html' title='Imagens que sugerem'/><author><name>Lúcia Hiratsuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819286325149378974</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/_rUZJg8OK7MY/SQI-1knFk3I/AAAAAAAAAag/gSbvGUhLoY0/s72-c/janela+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
