<?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-2855359854617304662</id><updated>2011-10-06T05:42:13.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>em madri</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-1471840039855274109</id><published>2011-03-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:00:48.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>navacerrada</title><content type='html'>fomos a navacerrada, onde tiramos essas fotos, no dia 6 de abril. é incrivelmente perto de madri, ainda não entendo como em madri podia tar "calorzinho" e lá tanta neve. não é tipo everest, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;mas também é incrível como tanta coisa pode dar errada num mesmo dia. até engraçado. a gente curtiu muito, se divertiu pra caramba, mas deu tudo errado. &lt;br /&gt;primeiro a gente marcou de se encontrar na estação de chamartin pra pegar o trem. essa parte deu relativamente&amp;nbsp;certo, quer dizer, 2 iam se atrasar, mas como O TREM TAVA LOTADO a gente teve que esperar o próximo e deu pra todo mundo viajar junto e feliz. daí a gente foi até o ponto em que a gente tinha que trocar de trem e pegou o trem ligeiro, que sobe a montanha. super bonito e tal. quando o trem parou no ponto em que a gente tinha que descer, eu e ana levantamos das cadeiras e fomos lá pra trás, o povo já tava perto da porta. aí a gente falou: "vamos?" e o povo fez cara de paisagem, "é aqui?". aí uma velha dos infernos que não tinha nada a ver com a gente disse: "não, a estação de esqui é na próxima parada". hahahaha aí eu falando pro povo: "mas aqui tá escrito puerto de navacerrada, que é o nosso ponto! vamos!". nesse momento FECHA A PORTA DO TREM E RECOMEÇA A ANDAR. todos com cara de "por que a gente nao desceu aqui mesmo?". teve até alguém que cogitou a gente voltar andando da próxima parada, hahahaha. MEIA HORA DEPOIS, com o trem andando num lugar onde só tinha neve, o trilho e árvores, chegamos à parada seguinte. beleza, entao a gente fica aqui esperando o trem voltar, daqui a uns 50 minutos. a gente pega a aula de esqui 1 hora mais tarde. 1 HORA DEPOIS a gente, dentro do trem, resolve perguntar pro maquinista a que horas o trem ia sair. "nao creio que saia, O TREM QUEBROU. tem que esperar o próximo, daqui a 3 horas". hahahaha genial. nessa hora a gente resolveu sair e passear pela área, fazer bonecos de neve etc. 3 horas depois a gente conseguiu chegar ao puerto de navacerrada, mas já nao dava mais tempo de pegar a aula de esqui nem de ir à estaçao, que fecha às 5. nos jogamos na neve, fizemos guerrinha, tomamos café e voltamos pra madrid exaustos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-1471840039855274109?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1471840039855274109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1471840039855274109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/YRcjUpxM6Ig/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRcjUpxM6Ig&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRcjUpxM6Ig&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nossa vida madrileña está cheia de música. no videozinho, fabrício (argentina) com o charango, omar (porto rico) no violão, eunice (méxico) com a jarana e gabriela (argentina) no "chocalho". os 3 últimos são da minha bolsa, e a eunice é minha companheira de casa (vivemos em uma casa em lavapiés, que dividimos também com filsan, uma somaliana que vive em londres). gabriela, a 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-1526085961764228840</id><published>2011-01-08T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:38:42.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 - vaticano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJC3I2N1I/AAAAAAAAA08/MhbNevjklHo/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJC3I2N1I/AAAAAAAAA08/MhbNevjklHo/s320/_roma+y+madrid+187.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;praça de são pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJLZLvkJI/AAAAAAAAA1A/v_zzMbAfb-s/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJLZLvkJI/AAAAAAAAA1A/v_zzMbAfb-s/s320/_roma+y+madrid+188.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJUBiG4rI/AAAAAAAAA1E/WoX5lCQ8KWg/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJUBiG4rI/AAAAAAAAA1E/WoX5lCQ8KWg/s320/_roma+y+madrid+191.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a lu com a basílica de são pedro&amp;nbsp;ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJdHq6bLI/AAAAAAAAA1I/YAJeTuBCddk/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJdHq6bLI/AAAAAAAAA1I/YAJeTuBCddk/s320/_roma+y+madrid+194.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dentro da basílica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkKn-PUiVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Yplm0cfVnUs/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkKn-PUiVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Yplm0cfVnUs/s320/_roma+y+madrid+195.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pietà (através do vidro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkK1nVlJgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pPjX8wCVI4g/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkK1nVlJgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pPjX8wCVI4g/s320/_roma+y+madrid+198.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLB-AwWWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/glsEQ3zA4o4/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLB-AwWWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/glsEQ3zA4o4/s320/_roma+y+madrid+200.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;que medo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLLQENFmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Go8Wfbli9G8/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLLQENFmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Go8Wfbli9G8/s320/_roma+y+madrid+202.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLTcWA2jI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0lpWAWCWjgY/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLTcWA2jI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0lpWAWCWjgY/s320/_roma+y+madrid+205.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;estátua de bronze de s. pedro, à direita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLm2LmFyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/PCBC0_AikhQ/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLm2LmFyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/PCBC0_AikhQ/s320/_roma+y+madrid+208.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ó o&amp;nbsp;tal do baldaquino aí também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLx48NfoI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Nb_qgJg1QTQ/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkLx48NfoI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Nb_qgJg1QTQ/s320/_roma+y+madrid+210.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkL-2ekRFI/AAAAAAAAA10/sCiv_FmC4go/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkL-2ekRFI/AAAAAAAAA10/sCiv_FmC4go/s320/_roma+y+madrid+212.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;museus vaticanos:&amp;nbsp;galeria dos mapas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkMZMABcNI/AAAAAAAAA18/DAWTwGyGZAw/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkMZMABcNI/AAAAAAAAA18/DAWTwGyGZAw/s320/_roma+y+madrid+220.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;detalhe do teto da galeria dos mapas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem, na capela sistina, a coisa mais linda do vaticano (não dá vontade de parar de olhar nunca) não pode tirar foto. mas é linda de morrer :õ)&lt;br /&gt;no túmulo de s. pedro (!), que está embaixo da basílica de s. pedro, também não pode. é muito bonito. o de joão paulo II é simplezinho, e fica cheio de gente sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-1526085961764228840?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1526085961764228840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1526085961764228840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-vaticano.html' title='#4 - vaticano'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSkJC3I2N1I/AAAAAAAAA08/MhbNevjklHo/s72-c/_roma+y+madrid+187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-683130167915909183</id><published>2011-01-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:04:49.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roma #3 coliseu, palatino e foro romano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh4yIwK20I/AAAAAAAAA0I/VYy8CQpKN58/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh4yIwK20I/AAAAAAAAA0I/VYy8CQpKN58/s320/_roma+y+madrid+134.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;tentativa (fail) de ver moisés na hora da sesta (via di s. francesco di paula, toda rabiscada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh42Rd6NyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4_NusERYqFg/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh42Rd6NyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4_NusERYqFg/s320/_roma+y+madrid+146.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;um dia comum em roma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh47o8FZuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/L-vzk0p5WLo/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh47o8FZuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/L-vzk0p5WLo/s320/_roma+y+madrid+149.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;descendo a via cavour, uma hora você dá de cara com isso (que é o foro romano). do seu&amp;nbsp;lado esquerdo tá o coliseu e do direto tá a piazza del campidoglio e o monumento a vittorio emanuele. que porra é essa?&amp;nbsp;emocionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5Aophr9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/NrypFlktL_4/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5Aophr9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/NrypFlktL_4/s320/_roma+y+madrid+160.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;indo pro coliseu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5Ejk7RbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xzELD45RQ1k/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5Ejk7RbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xzELD45RQ1k/s320/_roma+y+madrid+161.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;olha ele aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5J31FNII/AAAAAAAAA0c/xY7GO3aaj1Q/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5J31FNII/AAAAAAAAA0c/xY7GO3aaj1Q/s320/_roma+y+madrid+163.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;sério, é muito lindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5Ptw07kI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ylMxvX0y1s4/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5Ptw07kI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ylMxvX0y1s4/s320/_roma+y+madrid+166.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;lu e tânia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5UxMGIII/AAAAAAAAA0k/FbtqZFmAXmo/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5UxMGIII/AAAAAAAAA0k/FbtqZFmAXmo/s400/_roma+y+madrid+170.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;coliseu por dentro :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5bYAJrZI/AAAAAAAAA0o/fFstRDRT8JY/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5bYAJrZI/AAAAAAAAA0o/fFstRDRT8JY/s320/_roma+y+madrid+178.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;tânia e eu (que devo ter comido comida estragada antes dessa foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5fnbBnAI/AAAAAAAAA0s/882mTJ-bcNE/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5fnbBnAI/AAAAAAAAA0s/882mTJ-bcNE/s320/_roma+y+madrid+179.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;tânia e lu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5lDj_jyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Sy4yUjhoaag/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5lDj_jyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Sy4yUjhoaag/s320/_roma+y+madrid+180.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;palatino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5rMaMclI/AAAAAAAAA00/r4bBMgrZxXs/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh5rMaMclI/AAAAAAAAA00/r4bBMgrZxXs/s320/_roma+y+madrid+185.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;foro romano visto do palatino - QUEQUEESSO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-683130167915909183?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/683130167915909183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/683130167915909183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2011/01/roma-3-coliseu-palatino-e-foro-romano.html' title='roma #3 coliseu, palatino e foro romano'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSh4yIwK20I/AAAAAAAAA0I/VYy8CQpKN58/s72-c/_roma+y+madrid+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-827001234889668678</id><published>2011-01-08T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T05:52:37.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roma #2 - basílica de santa maria maggiore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmRXpbNEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x0zXlDut0_o/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmRXpbNEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x0zXlDut0_o/s320/_roma+y+madrid+115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;pedaço da fachada da basílica (que começou a ser construída no século IV e foi muito modificada depois, inclusive por causa de um terremoto que a destruiu parcialmente em 1348)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmWD9ajCI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GJDsxm680sQ/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmWD9ajCI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GJDsxm680sQ/s320/_roma+y+madrid+119.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;o teto, reza a lenda feito com o primeiro ouro trazido das américas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmai4cahI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5W5d_ndz15Q/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmai4cahI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5W5d_ndz15Q/s320/_roma+y+madrid+124.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;o famoso "baldaquino" (aqui desfocado) da santa maria maggiore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShme6lGkKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/bcvfk0DlmUE/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShme6lGkKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/bcvfk0DlmUE/s320/_roma+y+madrid+127.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;pio IX de iacometti (séc XIX) reza para as supostas relíquias da manjedoura onde nasceu jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmi0HZqRI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Ir18-ZYqR9Y/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmi0HZqRI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Ir18-ZYqR9Y/s320/_roma+y+madrid+129.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cujos restos, dizem, se encontram numa urna de prata bem aí em frente (povo doido)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-827001234889668678?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/827001234889668678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/827001234889668678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2011/01/basilica-de-santa-maria-maggiore.html' title='roma #2 - basílica de santa maria maggiore'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShmRXpbNEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x0zXlDut0_o/s72-c/_roma+y+madrid+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-6170655352527342740</id><published>2011-01-08T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:43:53.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roma #1 - fontana di trevi</title><content type='html'>estivemos em roma de 20 a 23 de dezembro. gente, não tem como dizer o que é roma. só vendo mesmo. é a coisa mais bonita do mundo e, como sempre, as máquinas fotográficas (principalmente essas pequenas e baratas) não chegam nem perto de dar conta. de qualquer forma vou pôr umas fotinhos aqui. todo mundo deveria poder ir a roma um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no primeiro dia de roma fomos à fontana di trevi à 1 da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShbSOMce8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/UeBNT7BU410/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShbSOMce8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/UeBNT7BU410/s320/_roma+y+madrid+103.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;eu já tinha ouvido falar muitas vezes que a fontana di trevi é gigantesca. mas não tem como não se impressionar ao vê-la ao vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShbYAZ_ZyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/n6AiwIuo8_0/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShbYAZ_ZyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/n6AiwIuo8_0/s320/_roma+y+madrid+108.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;meio desfocada, mas a gente tava lá :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShbdcH9nNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/mbA2Df162a4/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShbdcH9nNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/mbA2Df162a4/s320/_roma+y+madrid+109.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-6170655352527342740?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6170655352527342740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6170655352527342740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2011/01/roma-1-fontana-di-trevi.html' title='roma #1 - fontana di trevi'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShbSOMce8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/UeBNT7BU410/s72-c/_roma+y+madrid+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-4095136243173628899</id><published>2011-01-08T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:24:10.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>madri em dezembro</title><content type='html'>lu e tânia, minhas irmãs, vieram me visitar e passear. vão algumas fotinhos dos dias em madri, antes do natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQcgzTC2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/oPrYaYmCpnU/s1600/roma+y+madrid+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQcgzTC2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/oPrYaYmCpnU/s320/roma+y+madrid+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;quevedo (calle quevedo com calle lope de vega): ainda não descobri um bar melhor que esse em madri&amp;nbsp;para beber caña (chopp)&amp;nbsp;e comer tapas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQgvAZxSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/a_xrvkvvFhc/s1600/roma+y+madrid+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQgvAZxSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/a_xrvkvvFhc/s320/roma+y+madrid+019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;el oso y el madroño: símbolo de madri, fica no sol (praça importante e lotada de gente no centro). tem fila pra tirar foto, mas sempre dá pra ir do outro lado&amp;nbsp;ou se enfiar e dar uma de joão-sem-braço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQk3dqTXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/E-8y4ykgvOI/s1600/roma+y+madrid+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQk3dqTXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/E-8y4ykgvOI/s320/roma+y+madrid+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lu e tânia com o urso, o madroño e a&amp;nbsp;árvore de natal bem esquisitinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQq66YkJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/UM1PhE6Ntgo/s1600/roma+y+madrid+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQq66YkJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/UM1PhE6Ntgo/s320/roma+y+madrid+036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eu e lu&amp;nbsp;na fonte do sol, com a enxurrada de gente descendo a rua lá atrás, comprando loucamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQvATyDWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ggm2GxE0YkM/s1600/roma+y+madrid+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQvATyDWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ggm2GxE0YkM/s320/roma+y+madrid+042.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;carrossel lindo que&amp;nbsp;estava na plaza mayor. pode adulto? 3 euros, será que a gente vai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQzcR9lTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/eGHn9GHY8XM/s1600/roma+y+madrid+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQzcR9lTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/eGHn9GHY8XM/s320/roma+y+madrid+060.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;clarooo, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQ3UC77nI/AAAAAAAAAzY/G-KZ7m6KkIg/s1600/roma+y+madrid+062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQ3UC77nI/AAAAAAAAAzY/G-KZ7m6KkIg/s320/roma+y+madrid+062.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;foi divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShW7rmXhDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/z7OF549ZbIw/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShW7rmXhDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/z7OF549ZbIw/s320/_roma+y+madrid+074.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;luzes de natal da plaza mayor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShXBD-sBKI/AAAAAAAAAzk/cTFYU_FzViY/s1600/_roma+y+madrid+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShXBD-sBKI/AAAAAAAAAzk/cTFYU_FzViY/s320/_roma+y+madrid+082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;brinde com vinho da casa (e paella) no café del príncipe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-4095136243173628899?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/4095136243173628899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/4095136243173628899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2011/01/madri-em-dezembro.html' title='madri em dezembro'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TShQcgzTC2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/oPrYaYmCpnU/s72-c/roma+y+madrid+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-3933569588267969941</id><published>2011-01-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:09:18.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lisboa, 4 anos depois</title><content type='html'>fui a lisboa com o rodrigo e a sonia (amiga espanhola bolsista da filmoteca até o último dia 31) cerca de 1 mês atrás, porque o rodrigo precisava resolver coisas do visto dele e nós resolvemos ir junto para passear. foi ótimo, vi amigos (encontramos a lana, o leo, o ícaro...), passeei e fui lembrando aos poucos da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;seguem algumas fotos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVPIL5f8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/z-3aruYDXgo/s1600/lisboa+003_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVPIL5f8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/z-3aruYDXgo/s320/lisboa+003_.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;sede da cinemateca, na rua barata salgueiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVXrgQDTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/0DCgLizheO8/s1600/lisboa+059_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVXrgQDTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/0DCgLizheO8/s320/lisboa+059_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;em cima do elevador de santa justa (eu, lana e rods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVeFxkoMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/p18kleBQ0AY/s1600/lisboa+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVeFxkoMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/p18kleBQ0AY/s320/lisboa+105.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;praça do comércio. ó&amp;nbsp;a chuva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVha6GYaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mlshq8_fUcw/s1600/lisboa+114_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVha6GYaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mlshq8_fUcw/s320/lisboa+114_.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nós fazendo piada com o nome da rua (lana, leo, eu e rods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVsQ3B0aI/AAAAAAAAAyo/uPuNpp9nWTY/s1600/lisboa_+089_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVsQ3B0aI/AAAAAAAAAyo/uPuNpp9nWTY/s320/lisboa_+089_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bairro alto (lana, leo, ícaro e sonia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVwcdW3WI/AAAAAAAAAys/xmbp2J2E2Uc/s1600/lisboa_+121_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVwcdW3WI/AAAAAAAAAys/xmbp2J2E2Uc/s320/lisboa_+121_.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;monumento em homenagem aos descobrimentos (em belém, antes de almoçar pastéis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJV0hPbH4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/wYsxvRQ1OQk/s1600/lisboa_+235_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJV0hPbH4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/wYsxvRQ1OQk/s320/lisboa_+235_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;foto crássica de turista :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJV4a1LjRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/T9KjtNUCPoY/s1600/DSCN0243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJV4a1LjRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/T9KjtNUCPoY/s320/DSCN0243.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;é nós no elétrico indo da graça pro bairro alto&amp;nbsp;(com saco de pastéis de belém na mão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passei o reveillon com lu e tânia em lisboa também - em breve ponho fotos da viagem mais recente. tou defasada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-3933569588267969941?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/3933569588267969941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/3933569588267969941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2011/01/lisboa-4-anos-depois.html' title='lisboa, 4 anos depois'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJVPIL5f8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/z-3aruYDXgo/s72-c/lisboa+003_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-7462424419734786097</id><published>2011-01-03T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:57:30.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>casa</title><content type='html'>por enquanto tive 2 casas em madri, ou 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a primeira foi em delícias (calle del&amp;nbsp;jaime el conquistador). aluguei um quarto por 1 mês em uma casa de família (mãe e filha colombianas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em novembro vim para lavapiés (calle del mesón de paredes), onde a sasha (que era bolsista&amp;nbsp;da iberoamérica&amp;nbsp;por 9 semanas na filmoteca, como o rodrigo) alugava um quarto. o rodrigo também veio, então ficamos os 3, um em cada quarto da casa (o esquema é pagar pelo seu quarto,&amp;nbsp;independente de ter gente nos outros ou não, e usar a casa, tipo uma república). foi ótimo, nos divertimos e conversamos muito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando o rodrigo e a sasha foram embora (triste despedida) porque acabou a bolsa deles (rodrigo foi rodar de férias antes de ir pra lisboa, onde chegou hoje, para um estágio na cinemateca portuguesa; sasha voltou pra bogotá), começou a fase braso-mexicana da casa: eunice, que é mexicana, que está na mesma bolsa que eu aqui em madri (no museu lázaro galdiano) e que adora lavapiés veio alugar o antigo quarto do rodrigo. a eunice é super gente boa e nos damos bem também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai uma fotinho da delegação brasileira da primeira fase da casa lavapieseira (eu e rods felizes no dia do arroz com feijão e bife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJFQ9-BgOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Rrczc99RT78/s1600/SAM_0742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJFQ9-BgOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Rrczc99RT78/s320/SAM_0742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-7462424419734786097?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/7462424419734786097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/7462424419734786097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2011/01/casa.html' title='casa'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TSJFQ9-BgOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Rrczc99RT78/s72-c/SAM_0742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-2579820228282904341</id><published>2011-01-03T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:03:01.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ir a uma "peluqueria" china também foi uma experiência. não sei exatamente por que fui lá, mas quando passei em frente, pouco antes do natal,&amp;nbsp;e vi que eles funcionavam até as 10 da noite (eram quase 9) senti vontade de entrar - já tinha tempo que eu queria cortar e pintar o cabelo. 2 chineses discutindo freneticamente enquanto um levantava parte do meu cabelo com tinta foi meio divertido e meio assustador (eu ficava criando diálogos na minha cabeça do tipo "que merda de cabelo sarará", "fodeu, esta merda agora vai cair toda" ou "ela vai ficar igual à ana maria braga", em chinês). para meu alívio, nao aconteceu nenhuma tragédia - não fiquei careca nem igual à ana maria braga, que eram os meus maiores medos. que bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-2579820228282904341?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2579820228282904341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2579820228282904341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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simplesmente me cai uma pedra na cabeça! fiquei meio mareada na hora, chorei, mas vi que não tinha cortado a cabeça. então segui para a filmoteca, onde chorei mais, tomei um remédio pra dor de cabeça e o mariano, que é maravilhoso, pegou gelo pra eu colocar na cabeça e me levou ao médico no ministério de cultura. todos me perguntavam se a pedra era grande e eu não faço idéia, sei que era pesada e dolorida e que fez um galo instantâneo (que melhorou muito depois do gelo). ficou tudo bem - a médica disse que era pra eu observar por uma semana se não tinha: cegueira instantânea (de 1 ou 2 olhos), surdez instantânea (de 1 ou 2 ouvidos), dor de cabeça insuportável do nada, vômito, esse tipo de coisa - não tive nada disso. mas foi bem assustador perceber que uma pedra pode cair na sua cabeça, assim, simplesmente&amp;nbsp;- agora fujo de obra que nem capeta foge da cruz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-1360241556855315706</id><published>2010-12-18T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:09:41.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem quando fui para o trabalho (são 5 minutos caminhando até a filmoteca) estava -5ºC. e (com 4 camadas de roupa) estava bem suportável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-1360241556855315706?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1360241556855315706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1360241556855315706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/12/ontem-quando-fui-para-o-trabalho-sao-5.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-4152599957114422921</id><published>2010-12-06T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:13:48.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lavapiés</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1fM4KMuVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/E-0nUklzt34/s1600/parque+juan+carlos+I+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1fM4KMuVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/E-0nUklzt34/s320/parque+juan+carlos+I+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1ffxUOGGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mth5Cw29Fds/s1600/parque+juan+carlos+I+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1ffxUOGGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mth5Cw29Fds/s320/parque+juan+carlos+I+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2 fotos de lavapiés, nosso bairro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-4152599957114422921?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-1023818101241601399</id><published>2010-12-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:06:47.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>madri - metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1eLlD7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ogdVXL6NSPY/s1600/206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1eLlD7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ogdVXL6NSPY/s320/206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1eYOhzEuI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7n2w5PpUp08/s1600/parque+juan+carlos+I+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" 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style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1cepqmM8I/AAAAAAAAAxw/h6Qu0C94pO8/s1600/Madrid+8+de+novembro+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1cepqmM8I/AAAAAAAAAxw/h6Qu0C94pO8/s320/Madrid+8+de+novembro+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-7335202486027956227?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/7335202486027956227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/7335202486027956227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/12/madri-museo-reina-sofia.html' title='madri - museo reina sofia'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TP1b6_1WBSI/AAAAAAAAAxs/pn2KXGvwTGQ/s72-c/Madrid+8+de+novembro+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-179773481108423085</id><published>2010-12-05T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T06:35:21.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>é natal</title><content type='html'>não sabia que existia de verdade esse "clima natalino" tipo esqueceram de mim em algum lugar do mundo. fim-de-semana passado saímos para dar uma volta e encontramos uma feira natalina, muito bonita, com um carrossel lindo, cheio de espelhos. todos estão comprando presentes de natal e toca música natalina na rua.&lt;br /&gt;ontem saí com a sasha e o rodrigo (meus companheiros de "piso" - por pouco tempo, rodrigo vai embora amanhã e sasha dia 9) para visitar o palácio real e o templo de debod e quando voltamos já havia escurecido. simplesmente as ruas do centro de madri estavam tipo rio de janeiro no carnaval. muuuita gente na rua, alguns com chapéus de papai noel, adornos de natal, esse tipo de coisa. assustador. perguntei pra a sonia, nossa amiga espanhola, se vai ser sempre assim e ela respondeu: "só até o fim do ano". jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-179773481108423085?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/179773481108423085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/179773481108423085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-natal.html' title='é natal'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-6946451322527315485</id><published>2010-11-29T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:29:34.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoje 12:30 voltamos da reunião sobre as bases de dados da filmoteca e a nossa (ctav) e...&lt;br /&gt;estava NEVANDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-6946451322527315485?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6946451322527315485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6946451322527315485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-1230-voltamos-da-reuniao-sobre-as.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-211154372497639511</id><published>2010-11-09T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:22:04.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>parque juan carlos I, hoje</title><content type='html'>préstamo de bicis gratis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TNm46ft-lbI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ynn_ZUixViY/s1600/SAM_0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TNm46ft-lbI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ynn_ZUixViY/s320/SAM_0746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-211154372497639511?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/211154372497639511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/211154372497639511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/11/parque-juan-carlos-i-hoje.html' title='parque juan carlos I, hoje'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TNm46ft-lbI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ynn_ZUixViY/s72-c/SAM_0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-2890994710142726807</id><published>2010-11-09T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:02:50.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e ontem comemos feijão pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;com arroz, bife e batata-frita/espinafre. feitos em casa, sem panela de pressão.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-2890994710142726807?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2890994710142726807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2890994710142726807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-ontem-comemos-feijao-pela-primeira.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-6190657281876027198</id><published>2010-11-09T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:01:11.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>domingo vi guernica pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;emocionante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-6190657281876027198?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6190657281876027198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6190657281876027198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/11/domingo-vi-guernica-pela-primeira-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-2581243531143253788</id><published>2010-11-09T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:00:28.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a ponyo le encanta el jamón!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-2581243531143253788?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2581243531143253788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2581243531143253788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/11/ponyo-le-encanta-el-jamon.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-223657070755533861</id><published>2010-11-01T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:04:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alcalá de henares, ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8f0PCV6dI/AAAAAAAAAxM/7HZRuvqAOR0/s1600/fotos+31+outubro+172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8f0PCV6dI/AAAAAAAAAxM/7HZRuvqAOR0/s320/fotos+31+outubro+172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;picnic na plaza cervantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8haEI1T0I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MXoj9rOKeOE/s1600/fotos+31+outubro+162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8haEI1T0I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MXoj9rOKeOE/s320/fotos+31+outubro+162.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;vista da praça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8kymvCTbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GvhKOcVbk2o/s1600/fotos+31+outubro+179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8kymvCTbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GvhKOcVbk2o/s320/fotos+31+outubro+179.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;casa natal de cervantes (museu casa natal de cervantes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8ig7OfM-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Iu7JeraVMQE/s1600/fotos+31+outubro+173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8ig7OfM-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Iu7JeraVMQE/s320/fotos+31+outubro+173.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aqui nasceu miguel de cervantes saavedra. o manco são, o famoso todo, o escritor alegre, o regozijo das musas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8kPAXJMZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/R_QpC2a5EVI/s1600/fotos+31+outubro+174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TM8kPAXJMZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/R_QpC2a5EVI/s320/fotos+31+outubro+174.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;foto sem foco, mas ilustrativa, hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;à noite nós fomos assistir à apresentação (que tem todos os anos) de don juan tenorio, dentro das muralhas da cidade. tava muito legal, mas tava um frio da porra e começou a chuviscar (!). sasha quis ir embora para nao se "enfermar", então não conseguimos acabar de ver. de qualquer forma teríamos que voltar daí a pouco para não perder o último trem para madri (a cidade fica a uma meia hora de trem). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;na volta, falei a sonia que meus pés tavam congelando e ela falou: "aqui temos uma expressão que é: 'não sei de quem são esses pés'". hahahahaha. é, boa expressão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-223657070755533861?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-9086434720315807768</id><published>2010-10-27T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:18:29.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversas com alfonso #2</title><content type='html'>- bom dia alfonso.&lt;br /&gt;- bom dia. posso quebrar seu braço?&lt;br /&gt;- q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-9086434720315807768?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/9086434720315807768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/9086434720315807768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversas-com-alfonso-2.html' title='conversas com alfonso #2'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-6114462216684578001</id><published>2010-10-27T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:17:02.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversas com alfonso #1</title><content type='html'>- bom dia, alfonso.&lt;br /&gt;- bom dia, menina. que tal pordenone?&lt;br /&gt;- bem!&lt;br /&gt;- pegaste alguém???&lt;br /&gt;- COF COF COF não!!&lt;br /&gt;- você ainda tem muitas coisas a aprender aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-6114462216684578001?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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gosta de nada?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- hmmm... acho que tem coisas boas, mas nada me empolga tanto... tenho esperança nesse garoto, xavier dolan, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- sim, vi o primeiro filme dele. não gostei, apesar de ficar curiosa pra ver outras coisas que ele faça. gosto do a esquiva, você não gosta?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;errr... gosto, é um ótimo filme! mas tenho que&amp;nbsp;confessar que, como professora de literatura francesa, a forma como&amp;nbsp;eles falam a língua&amp;nbsp;me dá agonia, estão destruindo a língua française. eu não queria escutar aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;- really?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;i know, i know. na vida real eles também falam assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-6311658527157690533?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6311658527157690533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6311658527157690533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversas-em-pordenone-2.html' title='conversas em pordenone #2'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-6491792515678499246</id><published>2010-10-27T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:14:13.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversas em pordenone #1</title><content type='html'>- olá, tudo bem?&amp;nbsp;(falando baixo) queria te perguntar uma coisa. o banheiro meu quarto [no hotel em pordenone] tem um cheiro meio estranho. você por acaso sentiu o mesmo no seu?&lt;br /&gt;- não... de repente é bom pedir pra trocar de quarto, né?&lt;br /&gt;- é... não sei... não queria pedir pra trocar, porque meu quarto é tão silencioso... é do lado do elevador - e as pessoas não costumam fazer festas no elevador... hihihihi. tenho medo de mudar e cair num quarto barulhento, por exemplo do lado dos brasileiros.&lt;br /&gt;- (cara de não-sei-que-cara-faço-agora-será-que-é-pra-rir)...&lt;br /&gt;- e você? é italiana?&lt;br /&gt;- não, brasileira!&lt;br /&gt;- OH MY GOD. I can not belive it. What a gaffe. Do you know what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;- Hehehehe, sim! Tá tranks, muié!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-6491792515678499246?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6491792515678499246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6491792515678499246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversas-em-pordenone-1.html' title='conversas em pordenone #1'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-1153605858950807130</id><published>2010-10-27T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:10:48.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>verraco</title><content type='html'>- rodrigo, viu sobre&amp;nbsp;ÁVILA na wikipedia? além das muralhas medievais tem umas paradas pré-históricas.&lt;br /&gt;- quê? como assim? que paradas?&lt;br /&gt;- uns bichos de pedra que têm um nome esquisito. algo com v,&amp;nbsp;c e r.&lt;br /&gt;- tá de brinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 horas depois de passar o dia andando a cidade toda e comendo yemas de ávila):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- caô esse negócio de bicho pré-histórico. tava viajando.&lt;br /&gt;- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;- que foi???????????&lt;br /&gt;- UM BICHO PRE-HISTORICO DE PEDRA, PORRAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLY7L9fyOFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/pGDOLWWyMV8/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLY7L9fyOFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/pGDOLWWyMV8/s320/090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-1153605858950807130?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1153605858950807130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1153605858950807130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/verraco.html' title='verraco'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLY7L9fyOFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/pGDOLWWyMV8/s72-c/090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-435320139957628215</id><published>2010-10-27T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:08:16.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horários das refeições</title><content type='html'>08:00 desauyno #1&lt;br /&gt;11:30 desayuno #2 (com direito a "bocadillo de bacon", rodrigo que o diga)&lt;br /&gt;14:30 almuerzo ("comida")&lt;br /&gt;18:00 merienda&lt;br /&gt;21:30 cena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-435320139957628215?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/435320139957628215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/435320139957628215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/horarios-das-refeicoes.html' title='horários das refeições'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-725024636419760538</id><published>2010-10-27T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:04:45.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doré</title><content type='html'>o cine doré é o cinema da filmoteca española. fica pertinho, a menos de 5 minutos andando. é lindo, como podem ver abaixo, e tem uma programação ótima, com cópias muito boas sempre (ou quase sempre - todas que eu vi até agora estavam ótimas) e, o mais impressionante para mim, sessões sempre cheias. é interessante que eles sempre põem um "aviso de estado de cópias", que diz como a cópia tá, em que formato é e tal, ou seja,&amp;nbsp;são honestos&amp;nbsp;com o espectador. &lt;br /&gt;o cinema fica no centro de madri, na calle de santa isabel. tenho ido muito lá - outro dia nos perguntaram o que a gente faz quando não tá trabalhando e eu disse: "vamos ao doré". "e fora isso?". "hum, nada, vamos ao doré todos os dias". hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089655088507810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLCdQ0iC66I/AAAAAAAAAvI/tJiW2lIvyPQ/s320/dor%C3%A9.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;fachada do cine doré - nesse dia passava funny face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089666615280930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLCdRfePhSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/F8jRLv9-twM/s320/doreinterna.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cine doré por dentro (ou parte disso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089671011623986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLCdRv2aZDI/AAAAAAAAAvY/w4hmwJUJcDQ/s320/estadocopias.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aviso de estado de cópias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-725024636419760538?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/725024636419760538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/725024636419760538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/dore.html' title='doré'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLCdQ0iC66I/AAAAAAAAAvI/tJiW2lIvyPQ/s72-c/dor%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-8444882239516190230</id><published>2010-10-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:56:42.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526089646912494434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLCdQWEu22I/AAAAAAAAAvA/OYW8o1VxB9o/s320/reinasofia.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu e as outras bolsistas iberoamérica (a mesma bolsa do rodrigo) da filmoteca, na pracinha do museu reina sofía, onde tem um refeitório em que podemos comer por 6,50 euros por sermos de instituição do ministerio&amp;nbsp;de cultura. a refeição é: primeiro prato, segundo prato, sobremesa,&amp;nbsp;bebida e pão.&lt;br /&gt;na foto, da esquerda pra a direita: sasha (colômbia), eu, maria (bolívia) e carolina (argentina).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-8444882239516190230?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/8444882239516190230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/8444882239516190230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-e-as-outras-bolsistas-iberoamerica.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TLCdQWEu22I/AAAAAAAAAvA/OYW8o1VxB9o/s72-c/reinasofia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-1643417663560004216</id><published>2010-10-27T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:51:10.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem pela manhã, quando fui para o trabalho (caminhando, uns 20 minutos a meia hora) estava 3ºC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-1643417663560004216?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1643417663560004216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/1643417663560004216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/ontem-pela-manha-quando-fui-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-6875744392867554454</id><published>2010-10-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:45:13.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pordenone</title><content type='html'>depois de me instalar, viajei para pordenone, na itália, para a "giornate de cinema muto". lá encontrei o já citado rodrigo, mateus (amigo do rio e de trabalho), lila (amiga de são paulo) e carlos roberto (cinemateca brasileira de são paulo). conhecemos um monte de gente também, inclusive uma argentina com sotaque americano (vive lá há 10 anos) que ficava tentando falar coisas em português, muito engraçada. &lt;br /&gt;tinha filme o dia inteiro (das 8 e meia da manhã até depois da meia-noite), então geralmente você tinha que escolher ver filmes, dormir, comer ou viver - quase sempre escolhíamos a primeira opção.&lt;br /&gt;pordenone é uma cidadezinha muito bonita e fica perto de veneza - apesar de estar tão perto, não consegui nem ver a cara de veneza (ridículo: fiquei do outro lado do avião ao descer - e ao subir não se vê bem). mas foi bom conhecer pordenone (e treinar o italiano que não tenho, birra, grazzie, prego). foi o primeiro momento realmente feliz do mês, consegui relaxar e estar com amigos, sem o stress que estava sendo madrid, tendo que falar espanhol e esse tipo de coisa. vi muitos filmes bons, incluindo DRIFTERS, que eu nunca tinha visto, e ENCOURAÇADO POTEMKIM no cinema. todos os filmes tinham acompanhamento musical, e o festival tinha outros eventos paralelos, como&amp;nbsp;palestras sobre música para filmes mudos,&amp;nbsp;entre outros temas para freaks como nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lembrei agora do igor, meu primo,&amp;nbsp;achando muito estranho existir um festival de cinema mudo, quando fiquei na sua casa em são paulo para ir à jornada do cinema silencioso -&amp;nbsp;hahahaha, pois é, primo, fui até a itália pra isso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pontos negativos do festival: &lt;br /&gt;- passaram alguns filmes&amp;nbsp;em formato diferente do original. o imperdoável foi a sessão de abertura com buster keaton en&amp;nbsp;digibeta.&lt;br /&gt;- a tela do teatro verdi, onde aconteceram todas as sessões do festival, tinha um veludo vermelho em cima que fazia uma espécia de sombra vermelha sobre a tela,&amp;nbsp;que fazia com que os filmes parecessem tingidos ou manchados.&amp;nbsp;não é um detalhe, incomodava bastante. num festival tão bem cuidado, é uma pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fora isso, foi tudo mara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhx4ZwF9eI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gPHjaleh-B4/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhx4ZwF9eI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gPHjaleh-B4/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;mateus e rodrigo. espere o verde. caminho do hotel para o cineteatro onde passavem os filmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhx8qllZ-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/qUSWg_wbLE0/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhx8qllZ-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/qUSWg_wbLE0/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pracinha pela qual a gente passava todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhyFMb3YCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/G-EMMOyicXo/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhyFMb3YCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/G-EMMOyicXo/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;teatro verdi, onde todas as sessões de filmes aconteciam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhylCoHoHI/AAAAAAAAAwo/V0UkT4tYDHY/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhylCoHoHI/AAAAAAAAAwo/V0UkT4tYDHY/s320/050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lila,&amp;nbsp;carlos roberto e eu tomando um "spritz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhysf1QAzI/AAAAAAAAAws/RnCpee2a21A/s1600/138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhysf1QAzI/AAAAAAAAAws/RnCpee2a21A/s320/138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;auto-explicativo :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-6875744392867554454?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6875744392867554454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/6875744392867554454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/depois-de-me-instalar-viajei-para.html' title='pordenone'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TMhx4ZwF9eI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gPHjaleh-B4/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-3712363844760525320</id><published>2010-10-27T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:13:45.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chegamos na segunda-feira e, no dia seguinte, fomos visitar a filmoteca, para dar um alô e ver se precisávamos fazer alguma coisa em relação a papéis e esse tipo de coisa. chegamos, nos identificamos e simplesmente as pessoas pararam de fazer tudo o que estavam fazendo e começaram a mostrar a filmoteca pra a gente e a explicar o que cada área fazia, esse tipo de coisa, fazendo um tour pelo prédio. achamos tudo muito estranho, tipo que simpatia é essa? de repente ouvimos uma voz e alguém diz: "o alfonso tá aí". QUÊ? o alfonso tava lá, alfonso del amo, tipo o provável cara mais foda do mundo na nossa&amp;nbsp;área.&amp;nbsp;FOMOS&amp;nbsp;LÁ. ele nos contou uma história&amp;nbsp;muito engraçada sobre putas em pordenone (pra onde viajaríamos logo depois) e depois fomos embora.&lt;br /&gt;quando chegamos do lado de fora um olhou pro outro&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;caras de&amp;nbsp;quem não entendia o que tinha acabado de acontecer e o rodrigo resumiu tudo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;tou exausto,&amp;nbsp;minha vontade&amp;nbsp;é dormir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi muito estressante, por conhecer todas aquelas pessoas (e por conhecer as pessoas das quais sempre ouvimos falar), ter que tentar desesperadamente ENTENDER o que eles falavam e ainda por cima ter que FALAR com eles.&amp;nbsp;mas foi muito, muito surpreendentemente&amp;nbsp;acolhedor e&amp;nbsp;simpático.&lt;br /&gt;o rodrigo implicou com a encarni só porque ela perguntou pra ele: "como&amp;nbsp;te llamas?" e ele&amp;nbsp;(num misto de não entender e nervosismo) respondeu "no". ela, sendo muito espanhola: "sí, te llamas". hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;os primeiros dias foram exaustivos por&amp;nbsp;esse tipo de coisa, por ter que queimar a mufa para entender o que eles falavam e, pior, falar espanhol (pior ainda quando é ao telefone, para marcar coisas burocráticas da renovação do visto e tal). depois de uns dias eu consegui relaxar, o que&amp;nbsp;não significa entender. um dia fui para um bar com&amp;nbsp;as outras bolsistas da filmoteca e estava muito barulhento e elas estavam&amp;nbsp;falando muito rápido entre si e eu simplesmente IGNOREI. hahahaha,&amp;nbsp;um grande avanço. que bom é conseguir ignorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora obviamente já estou entendendo bem melhor e falando um pouco. às vezes dá curto. outro dia tava na sala de trabalho, saí para ver uma coisa na moviola e quando voltei falei com minha supervisora em português, até perceber, muitas palavras depois, o que tava fazendo. ela riu muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-3712363844760525320?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/3712363844760525320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/3712363844760525320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/chegamos-na-segunda-feira-e-no-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-7871248765487008325</id><published>2010-10-27T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:56:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pouco sono + stress de acabar de chegar + frio = resfriado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayres + vitamina c + cama + casaco quentinho + cachecol da silvia&amp;nbsp;= melhora de resfriado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-7871248765487008325?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/7871248765487008325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/7871248765487008325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/pouco-sono-stress-de-acabar-de-chegar.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-3448183011480516205</id><published>2010-10-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:53:52.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;quando cheguei e encarei madri frente a frente não vi o meu rosto. pode ser porque narciso acha feio o que não é espelho, mas lembro de quando cheguei a lisboa e senti aquela sensação - maravilhosa - de estar EM CASA, mesmo com todo o medo. não me senti em casa em madri&amp;nbsp;e não sei por que - já ensaiei algumas respostas, como por exemplo o fato de não falar espanhol prejudicar a sua identificação com um lugar, mas acho que essa identificação é muito mais de outra ordem, tipo empatia imediata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas pode ser, sim, que a responsabilidade de ir pra a filmoteca tenha me deixado um pouco acuada e estressada e que isso tenha me atrapalhado a gostar de madri. agora, quase&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;mês depois de chegar, a coisa pra mim já parece diferente e já gosto bastante daqui. talvez nem sempre seja necessário amor à primeira vista com as cidades também. "a ver".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-3448183011480516205?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/3448183011480516205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/3448183011480516205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-cheguei-e-encarei-madri-frente.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-2052400291622802379</id><published>2010-10-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:44:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cheguei a madri dia 27 de setembro, ou seja, amanhã completa 1 mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vim no mesmo dia do rodrigo (meu amigo do rio, colega de ctav e que também veio para uma bolsa, de 9 semanas, na filmoteca). meio que&amp;nbsp;combinamos de&amp;nbsp;nos encontrarmos nesse dia à noite. ele tinha meu endereço e eu o do albergue em que ele ficaria.&amp;nbsp;dormi um pouco, porque não tinha dormido no voo, e&amp;nbsp;quando acordei fui até o&amp;nbsp;albergue para ver se ele estava.&amp;nbsp;como não tem telefone nos quartos, não tinha como saber se ele estava lá. fiquei esperando um pouco na frente do albergue e depois de um&amp;nbsp;tempo apareceu quem? rodrigo. tinha ido até a minha casa me procurar. desencontro&amp;nbsp;engraçado, e o mais estranho foi termos conseguido nos encontrar mesmo no nosso primeiro dia em madri, sem telefone nem nada. fomos a um restaurante asturiano para comer e pedimos praticamente a única coisa que entendemos no cardápio ("pollo", ou seja, frango). há poucos dias voltamos no mesmo restaurante e foi emocionante ler o cardápio e saber o que é quase tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-2052400291622802379?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2052400291622802379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/2052400291622802379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheguei-madri-dia-27-de-setembro-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-5495914536686006999</id><published>2010-10-19T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:08:28.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>filmoteca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TL4MMnEuC9I/AAAAAAAAAv8/P5oihjJqDKo/s1600/filmoteca+fachada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TL4MMnEuC9I/AAAAAAAAAv8/P5oihjJqDKo/s320/filmoteca+fachada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TL4Mg_6hasI/AAAAAAAAAwA/CLZBiT7Rd-g/s1600/departamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TL4Mg_6hasI/AAAAAAAAAwA/CLZBiT7Rd-g/s320/departamento.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TL4MsSE4XkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5U2Lfstdefc/s1600/pasta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TL4MsSE4XkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5U2Lfstdefc/s320/pasta.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;fachada da sede da&amp;nbsp;filmoteca (onde estou trabalhando)&amp;nbsp;e "ambiente descontraído" lá dentro: uma porta&amp;nbsp;e uma pasta no setor de catalogação de filmes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-5495914536686006999?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/5495914536686006999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/5495914536686006999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/filmoteca.html' title='filmoteca'/><author><name>nati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14654470586771956445</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/_fLA6Y3LSW8w/TL4MMnEuC9I/AAAAAAAAAv8/P5oihjJqDKo/s72-c/filmoteca+fachada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2855359854617304662.post-8332863568012613988</id><published>2010-10-19T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:10:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para começar</title><content type='html'>vim para madri com uma bolsa paga pelo governo espanhol, específica para "patrimônio cultural". são 15 bolsas como a minha por ano, em instituições culturais como museus, biliotecas e arquivos. eu estou na filmoteca española, onde trabalharei com uma coleção específica de filmes (coleção tramullas), que aliás é a continuação&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;trabalho que tem sido feito por bolsistas nos 3 ou 4 anos anteriores. a bolsa é de 9 meses, tendo tido início em outubro (vai, portanto, até fim de junho). basicamente, o trabalho é&amp;nbsp;catalogar e inspecionar&amp;nbsp;os diferentes materiais fílmicos (basicamente negativos e cópias, em nitrato, acetato e poliéster)&amp;nbsp;dos filmes realizados por antonio tramullas nas décadas de 1910 e 1920 e planejar&amp;nbsp;o que deve ser feito para gerar os materiais de&amp;nbsp;conservação desses títulos (internegativos e interpositivos).&lt;br /&gt;quando me perguntavam o que eu viria fazer aqui não sabia muito bem como responder, porque é uma bolsa mas não é exatamente um estágio, nem um curso. é uma "estância", um tempo que você passa numa insituição para fazer um trabalho específico. bem, espero que essa introdução seja mais esclarecedora que confusa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-8332863568012613988?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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exemplo, tem sido complicado, além de ser ruim para enviar fotos porque lota a caixa de todos. assim espero conseguir enviar notícias por aqui, além de fotos dos meus dias em madri (e em outros lugares também, por que não?).&lt;br /&gt;então, ¡bienvenidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sim, eu tenho um teclado espanhol).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2855359854617304662-4882497522777462464?l=emmadri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/4882497522777462464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2855359854617304662/posts/default/4882497522777462464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadri.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-madri.html' title='em 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