<?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-8343115646048544304</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:47:00.607-02:00</updated><category term='ser a femea inexistente'/><category term='ko yoruba'/><category term='africarte'/><category term='transsexualismo'/><category term='folk-lore'/><category term='cifrar'/><category term='edificar'/><category term='english'/><category term='sedeusfosseeu'/><category term='se deus fosse menina'/><category term='awo'/><category term='melcoo'/><category term='atemporal'/><category term='duende'/><category term='além dos véus'/><category term='posteridade'/><category term='meu pólo magnético'/><category term='gaia'/><category term='livro do esplendor'/><category term='exemplo'/><category term='assertividade'/><category term='espelhar'/><category term='pensar'/><category term='nativos'/><category term='política'/><category term='eyinle'/><category term='iya imale odo'/><category term='nascente de pureza'/><category term='omphalos'/><category term='xamanismo'/><category term='laurarte'/><category term='númem'/><category term='sibila'/><category term='colagem'/><category term='conceituar'/><category term='medicina'/><category term='amor sagrado'/><category term='supremacia'/><category term='logunede'/><category term='declarar'/><category term='af-rui-ka'/><category term='brasil'/><title type='text'>=]</title><subtitle type='html'>as vezes ameaça tempestade, só preu amar mais teu aconchego</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-4347865167323565902</id><published>2012-02-12T17:28:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:47:00.614-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laurarte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicina'/><title type='text'>Ereju - Kohl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMNlWeCMAEc/TzgWnbGZOII/AAAAAAAABbM/EL_NBUZF7P8/s1600/er%25C3%25A8ju.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TQF5e0uJO4/TzeRbsGErjI/AAAAAAAABao/Zj3md6PJelk/s1600/confluence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TQF5e0uJO4/TzeRbsGErjI/AAAAAAAABao/Zj3md6PJelk/s400/confluence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708190957594521138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx3ypaG_9pI/TzeRb131aCI/AAAAAAAABa4/co3RUnil8Fo/s1600/4113623099_f97235436b_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agunala o mó (i)bi Óshun re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erinlé conhece o lugar aonde vai Óshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Orikí Erinlé, Ilobu-Nigéria, Verger, Notas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx3ypaG_9pI/TzeRb131aCI/AAAAAAAABa4/co3RUnil8Fo/s1600/4113623099_f97235436b_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  Partindo dessa cronologia e apenas no contexto da mesma, seguem expoentes tradicionais que corroboram a possibilidade do fato de que Logun é um idowu. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Bases tradicionais para essa linha de      raciocínio:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Óshun é mãe de Ibeji antes de ser mãe de Logun:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iya Ibeji di Logun ayaba omi ro  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mãe dos gêmeos que vem a ser mãe de Lógun, Rainha das águas pingando  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adurá Óshun, CETRAB – Centro de Tradições Afro-Brasileiras)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Logun é filho mais novo/ultimo de Óshun:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abikéhín yeyê tii yó gbogbo ómó omi lénu  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais novo filho da mamãe que se diverte com os outros filhos da água &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Orikí Logun, Okuku, Nigéria, Karin Barber, I Coul Speak Until Tomorrow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Partindo desses exemplos prosseguimos averiguando o entendimento de Idowu-Logun enquanto um ser que é da natureza de Eshu, como já foi proposto anteriormente (vide &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Procriado&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-procriado.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Link&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Atestados da ligação de crianças idowu      com Eshu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Fragments of bone: neo-African religions in a new world &lt;/i&gt;de Patrick Bellegarde-Smith: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A criança nascida após os gêmeos, chamada em Ioruba de idowu, contudo, é equiparada a Eshu Elegbara, aquele volátil pregador de peças (trickster). Um nome honorífico para idowu (...) é &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Eshu leyin ibeji&lt;/i&gt;, “o trapaceiro causador dos gêmeos”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Idowu é considerado um fator de equilíbrio para a mãe da mesma forma que Osetuwa é para Óshun (vide item 1), &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The History of the Yorubas&lt;/i&gt; de Samuel Johnson:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ídowu (...) sempre tidos como teimosos e impetuosos (…) A mãe que teve gêmeos mas não sucede em parir um idowu em seguida, pode enlouquecer;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;o selvagem e teimoso idowu “voando para dentro da cabeça dela” render-lhe-á louca! Por conta disso toda mãe de gêmeos nunca estará tranqüila até que Idowu nasça.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desta forma a sequência dos eventos em Oshetura (muito masculino, muito feminino, e equilíbrio) justificam a primazia da comunicação e da troca em geral, de Eshu (que é múltiplo) para a perpetuação do bem, e da existência como um todo. Ainda no Omodu Oshetura, Oshetuwa recorre a Eshu e é sabido que todo idowu deve cultuar Eshu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O equilíbrio que sustenta o mundo é um plano de Idowu-Logun, dEle que está por trás do exagero (Eshu leyin ibeji). Proporcionando o excesso e a escassez Ele ensina a valiosidade do necessário, do essêncial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pf-W-sXbZ_0/TzY5FoIScMI/AAAAAAAABac/nw4yiAseeeg/s1600/tumblr_lvc82sw2z11qil9fdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pf-W-sXbZ_0/TzY5FoIScMI/AAAAAAAABac/nw4yiAseeeg/s400/tumblr_lvc82sw2z11qil9fdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707812346572992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que segue é um pataki Cubano (fonte: &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://agolaroye.com/Oshun.php"&gt;Agolaroye.com&lt;/a&gt;) entitulado “O filho perdido de Óshun” (obs.: o culto de Logun não foi preservado na Diáspora Cubana). Nele a tal criança possui o nome de Ideu (muito provavelmente uma variação de Idowu). O comportamento da criança um retrato fiel ao de um idowu, ousado, teimoso. Óshun o designa guardião de seu tesouro, como na oração número 2 colhida na Bahia por Verger que eu traduzi (para conferir clique &lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/verger-logun-ede-bahia-brasil.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Poderá ser um remanescente de uma Itan de Logun?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;Pataki on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was at the river where she dwelled and was sitting at the bottom of it getting her garments ready to go to a party. She gathered all of her gold and yellow scarves and her glamorous head wrap. She grabbed her jewels and perfumes and headed to the surface of the river. She sat down and started to wrap her body in her silky scarves. She perfumed her body from head to toe and put her gold bangles and other jewelries on. She braided her hair and decorated it with shells and placed her head wrap in a fashion form that her hair style showed. All of this was done looking at her beautiful reflection in the mirror of the river water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she was dressed &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; started to walk through the village heading towards the party. She noticed the little children that were playing, jumping and laughing with each other and that brought a great smile and happiness to her. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; walked pass them and sprinkled some honey on them and they became happier and they bowed to the orisha &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; missed the company of children as she saw how her sister Yemaya raise the divine twins. She kept walking and now she was heading through the forest. Her thoughts became deep with the fact that she wanted some type of youth activity and she sat down near Iroko (the cieba tree). She sat there and a tear came from her eye. Iroko looked at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and asked her what was wrong. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; went and told Iroko of how she missed having children around her. How she loved the laughter and smile in a child’s heart. Iroko agreed and told her that the children of the world are truly something special to all of us. She asked Iroko to help her bare a child that she could raise own her own and love. Iroko who was magical told &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that he would help her indeed and she could pay him by coming by and spending time with Iroko as no one ever came by to keep the big Iroko company. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; said that she promise to keep him company and converse with him if she did bare a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went on and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had a little boy. She loved and raised this young little bundle of joy and he was the center of her eye. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one day was walking through the forest and came upon where Iroko was standing. Iroko greeted &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and told her that he heard that she bared a child. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; responded yes to Iroko and started to walk away, forgetting that Iroko helped her. Iroko asked &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if she was going to stay and keep him company and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; said politely no that she had something else pending. Iroko told &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that she had promised to keep him company and now she was not sticking to her deal. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; walking off turned and told Iroko that she was sorry and that she will bring him a goat to keep him company. Iroko agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year passes by and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is again walking through the forest and stumbles on Iroko. She sits for 2 minutes to fix her scarves. Iroko was happy that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was sitting with him and maybe they can have some type of conversation. As the minute he thought that, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; stood up and was gathering her things to start walking again. Iroko asked &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if she was going to stay and talk. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; said softly no and apologized. Iroko told &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that he thought she was going to sit and talk with him. He also told her that he was still waiting for the goat that she was going to bring him to keep him company. Iroko was bothered and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; noticing this, told him that she would come back later on and bring him some amala (cornmeal). Iroko agreed once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year passes by and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was heading to the market place and she passed by her good old friend Iroko. She was in a hurry due to the market was closing. So walking by Iroko, she saluted him and gave him a smile. Iroko told &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: #A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that he was tired of waiting because he did her a favor and now she couldn’t live up to her words. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; baffled asked Iroko what words was he talking about. Iroko told &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that she had promised him a goat to keep him company, she promised him some amala as an offering and she has not bothered to bring neither or. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hearing this felt very bad for the great Iroko and told him that she promise to bring him the child that he helped her conceive to spend some time with him. Iroko already knew how &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was but was gracious that she was one of the only orishas that spoke to him and with that Iroko agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a total of 5 years now and Elegua was walking through the forest and saw his friend Iroko standing at the same spot as usual. So Elegua walked over and greeted the great Iroko. Elegua sat under the shade of Iroko for hours talking and listening to Iroko’s stories that he has seen in the forest. Elegua who is always noisy sat there drank his rum and played with 5 precious stones that he had in his bag. Iroko then started to tell Elegua how happy he was that he stopped and talked with him. Iroko was very grateful and told Elegua that he loved for people to sit under his shade, in where he Iroko would give magical dreams to all. But Iroko started to tell Elegua how &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would also come by but she hasn’t been in a while. He also told Elegua how she promised to bring him a goat and some amala and she hasn’t brought it neither. Elegua who knows how his friend &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is told the great Iroko not to worry that he was there to keep him company but with that said and done, Elegua heard some juicy gossip in the winds that was coming from a nearby town. Iroko who knew how Elegua was, smiled and told Elegua to go about his journey and to stop by whenever he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks later Elegua was walking through a village and saw some kids playing. So the childish orisha stopped to play with the kids. He saw one of them who was dressed in yellow with a red slash leave the company of the other kids and started headed towards the roads that lead out of the town. Elegua followed and stopped the kid and noticed that it was Oshun’s &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#99FF99;color:black;" &gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He asked &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; where was he going and the little one said that he was going to meet his mother at the market place. Elegua told him that he was going the long way and showed him a short cut through the forest. Elegua also gave him 5 precious stones to give to his mother &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He laid him a path and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was walking and came across a big tree that was standing in the middle of the forest alongside with the other trees. He sat under it and started to play with the stones that Elegua gave him. When Iroko opened his eyes he saw a young boy sitting at his roots playing with 5 precious stones. He remembered when Elegua was sitting there only a couple of weeks ago playing with the same stones. Iroko grew happy as he thought that he had another friend that came to hear his knowledge and share the shade of his leaves. Iroko spoke to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and the little one was amazed of the great cieba tree. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; told Iroko that he was the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#99FF99;color:black;" &gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Iroko hearing this thought that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; finally gave word and sent her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#99FF99;color:black;" &gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to spend time with Iroko. Iroko started to tell the little one stories and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was intrigued. He told Iroko not to stop to continue and Iroko brought his roots from under the earth and brought &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to his domain to continue his story telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; came home she noticed that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was not in the house and she wondered where he was. Days and months passed by and there was still no sign of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was frantic and searched everywhere she could possibly think of where he would be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who was still depressed, was walking through the forest and walked past Iroko. Iroko noticed that she didn’t speak to him as to her mind has been in the disappearance of her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#99FF99;color:black;" &gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The look was written all over her face and Iroko knew why the happy orisha was not happy no more. He decided to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was making her way through the forest and noticed Iroko was standing there happy as can be. She stopped and greeted him but not with the happiness as she had in the past decade. Iroko asks &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if she found her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#99FF99;color:black;" &gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; told her no. Iroko told her that she should always stay to her word and not promise something and don’t pay for it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nodded her head as she indeed understood what Iroko was saying. Iroko looked at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and told her that he had a gift that she would love. And by him saying that, the earth opened and a hill was rising from it. This was no ordinary hill, this was a hill full of gold, jewels, money and riches. On top of the hill was the joyous &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. While &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was under the earth with Iroko, time went by very slow and he did not realize it. Iroko told him many stories and showed him lots of riches of the earth. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seeing her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" background:#99FF99;color:black;" &gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cried and grabbed him. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; told &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; all the stories Iroko told him and the riches of Iroko. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; told &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#FFFF66;color:black;" &gt;Ideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that he would now guard her riches the same way he guarded the riches of Iroko from beneath. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background:#A0FFFF;color:black;" &gt;Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; looked at Iroko and thanked him but she told him that he shouldn’t have done that. 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acentuação original)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2627506723824582907</id><published>2012-02-10T11:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:19:19.167-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu pólo magnético'/><title type='text'>Emblemáticas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GV_uvNg0D68/TzUYqHi8bYI/AAAAAAAABZs/1R47ih1Hs44/s1600/kingfisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GV_uvNg0D68/TzUYqHi8bYI/AAAAAAAABZs/1R47ih1Hs44/s400/kingfisher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707495214621158786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkrKgSbiWl8/TzUYqm-_DTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/lc56TTmyY4w/s1600/martim-pescador-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkrKgSbiWl8/TzUYqm-_DTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/lc56TTmyY4w/s400/martim-pescador-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707495223060270386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GV_uvNg0D68/TzUYqHi8bYI/AAAAAAAABZs/1R47ih1Hs44/s1600/kingfisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYoGO6z3dak/TzUYrFko8uI/AAAAAAAABaE/6CfYjZ2gBoQ/s1600/Kingfisher-erupting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYoGO6z3dak/TzUYrFko8uI/AAAAAAAABaE/6CfYjZ2gBoQ/s400/Kingfisher-erupting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707495231271269090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2627506723824582907?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2627506723824582907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2627506723824582907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2627506723824582907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2627506723824582907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='Emblemáticas'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GV_uvNg0D68/TzUYqHi8bYI/AAAAAAAABZs/1R47ih1Hs44/s72-c/kingfisher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-7520248071110822287</id><published>2012-02-09T09:33:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:58:11.349-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><title type='text'>Mais Oriki Oloôgún =D~ (encontrei na net)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2J-C8oyPdyQ/TzOzm8cpD4I/AAAAAAAABZg/H1nPSzeUrFw/s1600/An%2Bunderwater%2Bphotograph%2Bof%2Baquatic%2Bplants%2Bgrowing%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcave%2Bnatgeo%2Byucatan%2Bcenote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2J-C8oyPdyQ/TzOzm8cpD4I/AAAAAAAABZg/H1nPSzeUrFw/s400/An%2Bunderwater%2Bphotograph%2Bof%2Baquatic%2Bplants%2Bgrowing%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcave%2Bnatgeo%2Byucatan%2Bcenote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707102634451210114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ologun Ede o ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ologum Edé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orisun yin wá lati odo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua origem vem do rio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o wá náà lati igbo dudu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem também da floresta escura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ode Erinle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caçador de Erinlé,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ni ipade omi pèlú igbo dudu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No encontro da água com a floresta escura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ologun Ede o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ologum Edé,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oun rin sinu omi lai se ariwo die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele anda para dentro da água sem fazer barulho algum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bi oun rin láàrin awon òtá mi mu won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele anda entre meus inimigos para puni-los,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A peja lodo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que caça peixe no rio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aperan nigbo dudu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que caça animal na floresta escura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Òòsa ti o ri ninu ale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orixá que vê durante a noite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ba han mi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guie-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Òfa ba igi, òfa ba eran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flecha acerta a árvore, a flecha acerta o animal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Òfa ba eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flecha acerta a ave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Òfa ba awon òtá baba mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flecha acerta os inimigos de meu Pai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Má fi òfa yin mu mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não use a vossa flecha para punir-me, oh! meu caçador,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ode mi o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, meu Caçador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olode,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proprietário do lugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olori ara ile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Líder do povo da terra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elebí to gbe so Ori ile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono da família que vive em cima da terra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ko ba lèru awon oso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem medo dos feiticeiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oun yoo si pa won,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele os matará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ka ire ipa oyinyin rè dá ase fun mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consiga a sorte através de sua força, para criar axé para mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omo de o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! O filho chegou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ologun Ede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ologum Edé,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omo igbo to wà lodo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filho da floresta que existe no rio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baba o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Pai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ase o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Assim será...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-7520248071110822287?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7520248071110822287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=7520248071110822287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7520248071110822287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7520248071110822287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/02/mais-oriki-oloogun-d-encontrei-na-net.html' title='Mais Oriki Oloôgún =D~ (encontrei na net)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2J-C8oyPdyQ/TzOzm8cpD4I/AAAAAAAABZg/H1nPSzeUrFw/s72-c/An%2Bunderwater%2Bphotograph%2Bof%2Baquatic%2Bplants%2Bgrowing%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcave%2Bnatgeo%2Byucatan%2Bcenote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-4294704954617333536</id><published>2012-02-09T08:20:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:29:07.455-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyinle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='af-rui-ka'/><title type='text'>Sacerdotisa/Iyalorishá de Eyinlé em Abeokuta - Entrevista feita por sacerdotes de Orunmila de Ijaiye</title><content type='html'>Achei no youtube junto com o outro vídeo que mostra a egbé toda cantando que já postei &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/search/label/eyinle"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Link pra entrevista&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNst7aBQtms&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNst7aBQtms&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transcrevo as partes que consegui entender do inglês:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O símbolo do Orishá Erinlé é um bastão com uma &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSL_5wPrimc/TzOhgE6Y-6I/AAAAAAAABZU/GvtaytXkXLA/s1600/yoruba-culture-nigeria-medizinstab-opa-erinle-oder-op-2457852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSL_5wPrimc/TzOhgE6Y-6I/AAAAAAAABZU/GvtaytXkXLA/s400/yoruba-culture-nigeria-medizinstab-opa-erinle-oder-op-2457852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707082725255084962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;terminação na parte inferior (uma "perna") e na parte superior se divide em dezesseis terminações circundando a principal, cada uma dessas terminações superiores é encimada por um pássaro, a central sobressaindo-se às demais e encimadapor um pássaro maior, símbolo da habilidade de voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cordão umbilical é também tradicionalmente considerado símbolo de Eyinlé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é um caçador e um artífice metalúrgico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyinlé possui sete caminhos, todos possuem Otin como esposa. São eles (os que tem interrogação não tenho certeza pois não compreendi a pronúncia perfeitamente): Abatãn; Elueri&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;; Abotô; ?Akeula?; ?Orolu?; Alamõ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas oferendas são nóz de cola, cola amarga, feijões (seco e torrado), caracol, e gim. Ela parece afirmar que Eyinlé não aceita ejé vermelho, e não aceita animais de sangue quente em geral ("he cannot eat goats, he goats, she goats, hen", entendi isso). Não tenho certeza sobre essa parte se alguem entender comenta please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;Elueri, Oluweri... Link: &lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-omodu-irosun-ogunda-ha-passagem-onde.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irosun-geda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4294704954617333536?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4294704954617333536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4294704954617333536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4294704954617333536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4294704954617333536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/02/sacerdotisaiyalorisha-de-eyinle-em.html' title='Sacerdotisa/Iyalorishá de Eyinlé em Abeokuta - Entrevista feita por sacerdotes de Orunmila de Ijaiye'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSL_5wPrimc/TzOhgE6Y-6I/AAAAAAAABZU/GvtaytXkXLA/s72-c/yoruba-culture-nigeria-medizinstab-opa-erinle-oder-op-2457852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1215594096376218000</id><published>2012-02-08T11:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:14:12.092-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu pólo magnético'/><title type='text'>Particular-idades</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif][if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif][if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif][if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif][if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como um ser independente, por vezes arredio, assim percebo o Orixá. 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Ele é meu ídolo, meu herói, meu exemplo, nem sempre meu aconchego, mas sempre meu exemplo. Não importa quais expedições eu me disponha a percorrer, se certas ou incertas, sempre no resumo posso remeter o pensamento a Ele e tudo se esclarece. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meu Orixá pra mim é o representante, o líder de uma coletividade de emanações do nosso tipo particular, em esfera humano-social, natural-orgânica, e além. Ele é a expressão metamorfoseante que exprime e representa um padrão na Natureza em escala infinita e crescente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele me agracia com suas particularidades, tão surpreendentes, e mesmo assim tão familiares. Surpresas essas que quando eu tento compartilhar com outrem, me escapam. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele é a nuvem de comportamento ousado que contemplo, e que quanto chamo alguém pra ver, já não é mais a mesma. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele é a fração no bater das asas do colibri que por mais ínfimo durar na minha percepção de seu tempo, em cheio me arrebata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele é um raio de sol serpenteando para dentro da janela, que ontem não estava aqui, que me ilumina e inspira, enaltece, e que não admira a mais ninguém. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele é o sonho onde a perspectiva é ou de anão ou de gigante, de árvore anciã ou duende infante. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele é a mascara de asas de borboleta, com lente de coruja no buraco dos olhos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele é também “objetos”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É espada com fecho, que libera ou obstrui o caminho. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É ramalhete de flecha, de feixe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É também névoa, ventania, arara, tatu, tartaruga e peixe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas, acima de tudo, Ele é despertar, estar bem ao despertar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1215594096376218000?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1215594096376218000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1215594096376218000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1215594096376218000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1215594096376218000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/02/particular-idades.html' title='Particular-idades'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1562558010774058173</id><published>2012-02-06T10:27:00.019-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:14:16.908-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><title type='text'>O Individuado</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-procriado.html"&gt;O Procriado)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;É dito que Logun é meio Inlé, meio Óshun, porque ele é filho de Orixá, mas é incomum reduzir outros Orixás às qualidades de seus pais. Por exemplo, ninguém fica dizendo que Shangô é meio Oshalá meio Yemojá, mesmo atribuindo a estes a paternidade do mesmo. Ou seja, no caso de Logun essa afirmação é, em partes, dada por causa da falta de informação. Talvez pelo fato de Logun ser parte do culto à Óshun e parte da Sociedade dos Caçadores (como Ogun, etc) o fator individual tenha sido um pouco menosprezado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;“Em Okukú... Há Lôôgun-Édé, que é descrito como o filho mais jovem de Óshun, mas que (de acordo com o mais velho devoto de Óshun na cidade) é também uma feroz versão masculina da própria Óshun: ‘Lôôgun-Édé? Óshun ni! (Lôôgun-Édé? Ele é Óshun!)” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;(trecho de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Man Makes God in West Africa: Yoruba Attitudes Towards the Orisa&lt;/span&gt;, de Karin Barber)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O texto a seguir baseia-se no fato de que a famosa frase supracitada demanda uma interpretação  diferente da tradução fornecida pelo autor, que é muito parecida com a resposta dada na diáspora (de que ele é metade-metade). Procurarei demonstrar que uma interpretação  devidamente revisada faz a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;individualidade velada &lt;/span&gt;de Logun saltar aos olhos, naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro vejamos o porque da revisão. Utilizando um raciocínio simples surge a questão elucidante: se Logun fosse uma cópia exata de Óshun, porque então mereceria menção diferenciada numa frase e/ou contexto onde figura Óshun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerada a lógica resultante desse qustionamento partimos para uma abordagem sobre Logunedé de uma perspectiva que não seja redundante e reducionista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés de "Ele é Óshun", diria "Ele é de Óshun". Pois Logun está em Óshun, mas é Logun!  E então temos as seguintes definições, todas com respaldo em orin e oriki, etc: se Óshun é mãe é ele o filho, se Óshun é fertilidade ele é abundância, se Óshun é  rainha ele é coroa, se Óshun é guerreira ele é espada, se Óshun é rio ele é  afluente (Eyinlé).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo Óshun é água, e em seu culto água é remédio (oôgún),  e seu filho é acima de tudo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oloôgún&lt;/span&gt; Édé (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vide nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), Possuidor da medicina fruto da abundância. Em Oshetura, lá está, água é a medicina que garante a saúde do mundo, Axé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omi ni oloogun   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omi ni oloogun    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omode soogun    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E juba omi   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Omi ni Oloogun.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Água é medicinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Água é medicinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se uma criança preparar medicina    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ela reverencia a água    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A água é um Doutor   &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; (Orin Esin Oshun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;THE CURRENT RELEVANCE  OF THE YORUBA TRADITIONAL RELIGION  ON THE LIVES OF THE YORUBA PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;, Fr. Dr. Thomas Mákanjúọlá Ilésanmí  Department of African Languages and Literatures,  Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tradução minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: É interessante ressaltar que a palavra ‘ede’, com os pontos embaixo do ‘e’ como ocorre em Logun-Édé, em Iorúba significa maduro, atraente, chamativo, como uma fruta madura que é atraente ao observador. A maturidade de Óshun é celebrada numa corrente versão da História da fundação da cidade onde situa-se a sede de seu culto, chamada Oshogbo (Oshun gbo, ou “Óshun encontra-se num estado de maturidade). Logun enquanto fruto de Óshun, também é símbolo dessa maturidade, e Se Óshun é mãe-rio, Logun é filho-peixe, como o peixe Iko, mensageiro de Óshun (como Logun) que inspirou Olarooye a dizer Oshun gbo, rendendo ao próprio Olarooye o título que viria a denominar os reis de Oshogbo dali em diante: Ataoja, contração de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;éni tô tewô gba éja&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;aquele que estica suas mãos para receber o peixe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1562558010774058173?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1562558010774058173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1562558010774058173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1562558010774058173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1562558010774058173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-individuado.html' title='O Individuado'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-7159696248171307191</id><published>2012-02-06T06:35:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:42:32.022-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iya imale odo'/><title type='text'>Canto lírico - Orin Óshun ati Oshalá</title><content type='html'>Quinteto Abanã performa louvor a Óshun e a Oshalá, lindíssimo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEKq7jaurWA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEKq7jaurWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQjhy-clnFI"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQjhy-clnFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-7159696248171307191?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7159696248171307191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=7159696248171307191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7159696248171307191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7159696248171307191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/02/canto-lirico-orin-oshun.html' title='Canto lírico - 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Vale muito assistir. Mojuba Olómó! Eu reverencio aaquela que tem filhos(Terra)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a dica, tmb na mesma veia, das fotografias de Gregory Colbert (google it!^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliciem-se, pois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Omu iya dún u mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O leite do seio da mãe é doce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Máxima Ogboni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Teresa Washington, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Our mothers, our powers, our texts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="gb-volume-title" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>Oluyare (Otunshiwaju II)</title><content type='html'>Bom é o sol&lt;br /&gt;Uma boa fonte de luz e calor é aquela cujo fogo não alcança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa é a floresta&lt;br /&gt;Uma boa fonte de limpeza e frescor é rodeada de vegetação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É graças ao fogo que o Homem tem o ferro&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa graciosa é aquela cujo fogo é cercado pela água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um Deus veste-se com fibra&lt;br /&gt;Aproximar-se a Ele com fogo é atentar contra sua integridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom é o vento&lt;br /&gt;Ele expõe o Deus sem provocar sua ira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa é a água&lt;br /&gt;Ela permite ao Deus um estoque infinito de vestimentas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu for à floresta de noite, se eu for com fogo&lt;br /&gt;É certo que meu fogo estará rodeado de água, tão certo quanto o sol vem à terra rodeado de céu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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de Ife há uma página sobre o Obalufe (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://theooni.org/obalufe.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;) (mesmo que Oruntó Olufé) na qual consta uma lista com os nomes próprios de cada um dos awon Obalufé até o presente, nesta lista o primeiro nome é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ajagusi, &lt;/span&gt;o mesmo do pai de Eyinlé!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gbogbo odo kêkêkê ti nbe ninu igbô &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ajagusi &lt;/span&gt;wón gbãrijo, won fi Ábatan joba ninu omi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Todos os regatos da floresta de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ajagusi &lt;/span&gt;reúnem-se, e tornam Abatan o rei das águas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; (Orin Eyinlé, Tradition and Creativity in Tribal Art, de Daniel P. Biebuyck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  Em &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The history of the Yorubas : from the earliest times to the beginning&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the British Protectorate,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do Samuel Johnson, consta o seguinte, sobre os Orilé, algo como totems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Agbo (carneiro) totem de Ajagusi, pai de Erinlé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jójó bi agbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Altivo como o carneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Oriki Logun, Verger, Notas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" 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vê-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladeando as encostas rochosas onde dracenas vistosas&lt;br /&gt;Erguiam-se majestosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se exaltava&lt;br /&gt;Sobre sua própria estatura num só giro saltava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando irritado ajoelhava-se e de punhos cerrados cavava fundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra se refugiar no próprio ventre do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele quem com os cães luta&lt;br /&gt;Diverte-se, labuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para dormir em mim&lt;br /&gt;Despertou no vôo dum mocho cor-marfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho de volta foi madeira&lt;br /&gt;Que ganhou vida e fugiu ligeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele que me fez acordada sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Agora me faz sonhando despertar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-6830692791620961368?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);"&gt;Shoro pe on Shópónna e énia hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ele tem um nome como Shapanã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;É difícil alguém mau chamar-se Shapanã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Oriki Logun, Verger, Notas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6VYo-BS_Cs/TyoVI_eNSvI/AAAAAAAABYM/ADQ_DNIlYCc/s1600/textura-de-palha_157369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6VYo-BS_Cs/TyoVI_eNSvI/AAAAAAAABYM/ADQ_DNIlYCc/s400/textura-de-palha_157369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704395122239425266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Bába ni olôógún témi o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Óbaluwayê olôóogún témi o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O Pai é meu feiticeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Óbaluayê é meu feiticeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Orin Óbaluayê, Sikiru Salami, Cânticos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-265322079627530940?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LINDO E ARREPIANTE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVZQ1mDh4Ko"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVZQ1mDh4Ko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2487997503354037372?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2487997503354037372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2487997503354037372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2487997503354037372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ser deslumbrante, todo ser humano deveria se olhar no espelho e se achar fenomenal, um tesão, todo ser humano deveria pensar no mundo como um lugar lindo pra ser lindo, pra ser selvagem, forte, intenso, como um cavalo indomado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu acho estranho as pessoas acharem que ser bonito é ser normal, é ser pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sou grande, eu sinto grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando me sinto pequena, sinto grandemente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu acho estranho gente que fofoca, e acha que ta prestando serviço comunitário, eu acho estranho homem que casa e sai com viado na rua, eu acho estranho tentar ser normal, pq NORMAL É SÓ UM NOME, NÃO UMA REALIDADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu acho estranho as pessoas serem domesticadas, eu acho estranho as pessoas terem medo do grandioso! eu acho estranho as pessoas terem medo do profundo, do intenso, do belo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu acho estranho, muito estranho, me acharem estranha! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOSÓBRIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8702685669182058307?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8702685669182058307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=8702685669182058307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8702685669182058307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8702685669182058307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro aqui&lt;br /&gt;onde sou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1507060816968749161?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1507060816968749161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1507060816968749161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1507060816968749161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1507060816968749161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Minha consciência, a ti sou grata&lt;br /&gt;Vós que no além escolheste o mais brilhante destino&lt;br /&gt;Denso, precioso, ainda alevino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti louvo na manhã&lt;br /&gt;Pois teu acento coroa meu levantar&lt;br /&gt;Tu que bem desperta se faz digna da eternidade receber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-863971459432852627?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/863971459432852627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=863971459432852627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Caçando a Lua – Um vislumbre do conceito lunar sob a ótica Iorúba no contexto da caça (do guerreiro-caçador Logunedé)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUFZf1M9Jbo/TyWWJhf2jFI/AAAAAAAABX0/_fDFgOp9GTA/s1600/Photo_print_Leopard_and_Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 672px; height: 480px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUFZf1M9Jbo/TyWWJhf2jFI/AAAAAAAABX0/_fDFgOp9GTA/s400/Photo_print_Leopard_and_Moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703129593489558610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ou: Porque é difícil (mas não impossível) acertar sobre a intangibilidade - já que brilhante e sob o sol  o leopardo é difícil de se ver, imaginemos à noite. E se o leopardo veste a pele que desejar (dourada ou negra), mais difícil ainda. E se o leopardo é na verdade um caçador que se transforma no que quiser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ologun di óshupa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Da oun ti o maa dá kin ri ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ologun transformou-se em lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Transforme-se no que desejar para que eu possa vê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Sikiru Salami, Cânticos dos Orixás na África)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caçador é o desbravador do desconhecido, que penetra no reino dos animais selvagens para garantir a subsistência de seu povo. Lá ele descobre lugares propícios ao estabelecimento de novas habitações. Explorando o terreno do desconhecido  ele conhece não apenas os animais, mas também as plantas tornando-se assim o médico por excelência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a lua, da perspectiva terrestre, desaparece na escuridão celeste, também o caçador da perspectiva dos não-caçadores desaparece em meio ao solo inabitado. Como a lua volta a brilhar trazendo a  benesse da luz, igualmente retorna o caçador trazendo a  benesse do alimento. (O mesmo aplica-se à relação entre o agricultor ou coletor de vegetais e o sol. etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do próprio ponto de vista do caçador em relação a sua atividade de caça a lua é importante. O caçador prefere o escuro para caçar, segundo Daniel Peters em seu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoruba and her cultural beliefs&lt;/span&gt;, , ele (o caçador) começa sua incursão na floresta entre o primeiro e ultimo dias do quarto crescente porque o tempo de escuridão da noite é maior, e que nos periodos logo antes e após a lua cheia o caçador cessa suas atividades. Num contexto geral a lua também mede a duração dos meses, e cada mês é nomeado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oshu&lt;/span&gt;-"nome", ou lua-tal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cultura Ioruba a lua é também símbolo de majestade e sobressalência porque ela é vista sobressaindo-se entre as estrelas. Talvez exista relação a este conceito na própria nomenclatura que ela recebe (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oshú, oshúpá&lt;/span&gt;) já que a mesma palavra para lua e relevo é empregada, com diferença apenas na entonação. Quando um novo rei é coroado é comumente dito “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oshú tuntun le &lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;há uma nova lua&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logun é a lua por causa de tudo isso, mas também porque a lua é mutante. Logun é o ’xamã’ que se transforma em animais, e transforma-se em animais porque compartilha o mesmo domínio destes, é detentor do conhecimento da natureza desconhecida do aldeão, do urbano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logun transforma-se no que lhe aprouver, sem perder sua identidade, pois seus próprios devotos cantam “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transforme-se no que  quiser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para que eu possa vê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”, mesmo transmorfo eles o reconhecem, sua identidade única se sobressai à sua múltipla forma. Identidade esta que, para aquele que falha em compreender o intangível, permanecerá um mistério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A ri gbamu ojiji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ókanshosho Órunmila a wa kan má dahun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nós somente o vemos e o abraçamos como se ele fosse uma sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Somente em Orunmila nós tocamos, mas ele não responde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Verger, Notas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;ADENDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a obra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itan Ido Ijebu&lt;/span&gt;, escrita pelo Dr. Badejo Oluremi Adebonojo,  o seguinte é narrado sobre a cidade de Ife-Ijebu:&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A História dessa cidade tem sido escassa pois foi ritualmente decretado, nos idos tempos de sua fundação, que a história da cidade não deveria ser contada. Entretando por volta de 1920-21, durante a controvérsia entre o Chefe Jewo Oropoo e o Ajalorun daquela época, bem como o atrito posterior de 1932 entre Balufo e o então Ajalorun, um pouco da história da cidade  foi esclarecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ekun Tete foi o primeiro Rei de Ife-Ijebu. Ele era conhecidamente um adorador assíduo dos deuses tradicionais, sendo o cabeça dos “agbohun ona-orun” em Ile-Ife. Antes que ele abandonasse a cidade por conta de seus hábitos religiosos, foi ele quem  requeriu que Balufo Ijaogun fizesse um sacrifício para “Aija ni orun”. E assim Ekun Tete tornou-se Ajalorun, e recebendo assim o louvor poético (oriki) de: “Ajalorun Ekuntete”.  Este foi o Balufoo cujo nome foi mudado para “Orunto Olufe” de Ilê-Ife pelo qual ele é conhecido até os dias de hoje. Foi durante o reinado de Awujale Oba Mooyegeso (1710-1725) que Ajalorun chegou em solo Ijebu. Entretanto,em 1937,durante o conflito entre Remo e Ijebu-Ode, o então Ajalorun, Oba Olugbofega, foi citado por ter afirmado que o Ajalorun era o substituto de Oduduwa de Ilê-Ife e também que ele viera a terras Ijebu antes de Obanta. Após Olugbofega, Asani Mabadeje tornou-se o Ajalorun em 1943. E foi durante o reinado de Oba Asani Mabadeje que as ambiciosas afirmações do Ajalorun foram reprimidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notas sobre o culto aos Orixás e Voduns&lt;/span&gt; (Verger), temos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Orunto Olufe gerou Logunedé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se o Orunto Olufe fora Ajalorun, no Yoruba Myths de Uli Beier temos o segunte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...Ajalorun é quem gerou a lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No site oficial do Ooni de Ife há uma página sobre o Obalufe (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://theooni.org/obalufe.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)  (mesmo que Oruntó Olufé) na qual consta uma lista com os nomes próprios  de cada um dos awon Obalufé até o presente, nesta lista o primeiro nome  é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ajagusi, &lt;/span&gt;o mesmo do pai de Eyinlé!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gbogbo odó kêkêkê ti nbé ninu igbô &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ajagusi &lt;/span&gt;wón gbãrijó, won fi Ábatán jóba ninu omi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Todos os regatos da floresta de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ajagusi &lt;/span&gt;reúnem-se, e tornam Abatan o rei das águas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; (Orin Eyinlé, Tradition and Creativity in Tribal Art, de Daniel P. Biebuyck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  Em &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The history of the Yorubas : from the earliest times to the beginning&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the British Protectorate,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do Samuel Johnson, consta o seguinte, sobre os Orilé, algo como totems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Agbó (carneiro) totem de Ajagusi, pai de Erinlé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jójó bi agbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Altivo como o carneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Oriki Logun, Verger, Notas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o cerco se fecha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5yKTQOjbtk/TyWie9OTneI/AAAAAAAABYA/gpnMybzJSXs/s1600/leopard%2Bindia%2Brainforest%2Bnatgeonews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 653px; height: 487px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5yKTQOjbtk/TyWie9OTneI/AAAAAAAABYA/gpnMybzJSXs/s400/leopard%2Bindia%2Brainforest%2Bnatgeonews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703143155848945122" border="0" /&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/8343115646048544304-4026390207865690030?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4026390207865690030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4026390207865690030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4026390207865690030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4026390207865690030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/cacando-lua-um-vislumbre-do-conceito.html' title='Caçando a Lua – Um vislumbre do conceito lunar sob a ótica Iorúba no contexto da caça (do guerreiro-caçador Logunedé)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUFZf1M9Jbo/TyWWJhf2jFI/AAAAAAAABX0/_fDFgOp9GTA/s72-c/Photo_print_Leopard_and_Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5460252902003136068</id><published>2012-01-28T18:41:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:38:00.457-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assertividade'/><title type='text'>Tradução de uma canção Persa/ Musicada pelo projeto Niyaz na belissima voz de Azam Ali^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W60lQmUMwkA/TyRx3UaI0YI/AAAAAAAABXo/rv0anklAUl8/s1600/Goat%2Beating%2Bthorn-tree%2Bleaves%2Bby%2BTeresa%2BSchultz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W60lQmUMwkA/TyRx3UaI0YI/AAAAAAAABXo/rv0anklAUl8/s400/Goat%2Beating%2Bthorn-tree%2Bleaves%2Bby%2BTeresa%2BSchultz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702808223342973314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um dia eu sonhei que eu tinha um lote de terra onde haviam caprinos e tucanos/calaos e arbustos e lá esses animais eram sacrifícios, mas não eram mortos, eles representavam/garantiam a potencia dos orixás através da manuteneção deles vivos naquele espaço sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que na tradição Iorúba existem  certos sacrifícios prescritos de modo que o animal seja mantido vivo, mas no caso do sonho isso era a regra. Mas desconheço o significado/motivo desse tipo de sacrifício do ponto de vista tradicional, se alguem puder me falar  please comente!!!!!!!!!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai hoje eu achei a tradução dessa musica cuja sonoridade eu ja adoro, e passei a adorar tmb o significado. Enfim,me lembrou do sonho supracitado^^ que  eu tive ano passado, lá pelo meio do ano, por acaso no mesmo sonho do desenho da postagem "veve da terra" e sobre a batata-doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é possível ouvir a musica e ler a letra em farsi-lish (farsi com grafia da pronuncia inglesa) e em inglês: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iio1iQhuJYM"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tradução minha do inglês:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vamos para o campo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Qual campo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Aquele que possui coelhos, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E meu cão tem uma corda em sua pata, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Não mate meu cão nem meus coelhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pois o sonho do coelho rememora-me do sonho de meu amado, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vamos à montanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Qual montanha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A mesma onde há cervos, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E meu cão tem uma corda em sua pata, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Não mate meu cão nem meus coelhos, nem meus cervos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pois a graça de meus cervos rememora-me da graça do meu amado,  oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vamos ao jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Qual jardim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O que possui faisões, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E meu cão tem uma corda em sua pata, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Não mate meu cão nem meus coelhos, nem meus cervos, nem meus faisões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Poois a cautela de meus faisões rememoram-me da cautela do meu amado, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vamos à fonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Qual fonte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A que tem pombas, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E meu cão tem uma corda em sua pata, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  Não mate meu cão nem meus coelhos, nem meus cervos, nem meus faisões, nem minhas pombas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pois o voar da pomba rememora-me do vôo de meu amado, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vamos à montanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Que montanha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A que tem águias, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E meu cão tem uma corda em sua pata, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;   Não mate meu cão nem meus coelhos, nem meus cervos, nem meus faisões, nem minhas pombas, nem minhas águias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pois o rapto da águia rememora-me do rapto de meu amado, oh sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5460252902003136068?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5460252902003136068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5460252902003136068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5460252902003136068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5460252902003136068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/traducao-de-um-poema-persa-musicado.html' title='Tradução de uma canção Persa/ Musicada pelo projeto Niyaz na belissima voz de Azam Ali^^'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W60lQmUMwkA/TyRx3UaI0YI/AAAAAAAABXo/rv0anklAUl8/s72-c/Goat%2Beating%2Bthorn-tree%2Bleaves%2Bby%2BTeresa%2BSchultz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-8458337752425871513</id><published>2012-01-27T11:00:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:31:06.862-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>Adimu Laroye - Oferenda Poliglóta (Odu Irosun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_GO8P90tCM"&gt;Aconteceu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! O que sonhei no dia que não morri, há &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dias! Pra descobrir o viver em alegria! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_GO8P90tCM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um morador de rua&lt;br /&gt;Eshu&lt;br /&gt;Um pedido&lt;br /&gt;Adimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma marmita&lt;br /&gt;Duas bordas&lt;br /&gt;Uma pulseira&lt;br /&gt;Duas voltas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada no mercado&lt;br /&gt;N'um mercado, dois lados&lt;br /&gt;Duas senhoras num mercado&lt;br /&gt;Sózinho, Eshu as alimenta de bom grado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os dois lados d'um mundo-mercado&lt;br /&gt;Em uníssono cantam: obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;O bolo do meu destino devidamente partilhado&lt;br /&gt;Pra festejar pelo caminho para sempre re-memorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8458337752425871513?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8458337752425871513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=8458337752425871513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8458337752425871513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8458337752425871513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/adimu-laroye-oferenda-poliglota.html' title='Adimu Laroye - Oferenda Poliglóta (Odu Irosun)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-4936408610171318675</id><published>2012-01-26T21:29:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:07:01.762-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laurarte'/><title type='text'>pra mim esses sons nao sao estranhos, mas familiares rs</title><content type='html'>Gente andei assistindo os vídeos dos (supostos) barulhos estranhos no céu e lembrei das peças de musica concreta que eu compuz ha um tempo, será q tão me respondendo? risos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que é que eu num invento neh? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exemplos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu que fiz utilizando um mp3  player pra colher e o programa audacity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra manipular e arranjar os sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opkssoJwd_Q&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opkssoJwd_Q&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrAoRlHqfk4&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrAoRlHqfk4&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRCYrZS927o&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRCYrZS927o&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpwX7QjAssc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpwX7QjAssc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4936408610171318675?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4936408610171318675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4936408610171318675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4936408610171318675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Se o pescoço curvo do cisne frente o reflexo da lagoa&lt;br /&gt;Sinaliza submissão&lt;br /&gt;Ou se instrospecção&lt;br /&gt;Se é narscíso, patricio, dionísio&lt;br /&gt;Fixação, virtude ou vício&lt;br /&gt;Quem pra definir, tem&lt;br /&gt;Pra a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;ertar, ninguém&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ertar? também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-7646613808060823650?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7646613808060823650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=7646613808060823650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7646613808060823650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7646613808060823650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/s2cisnes2.html' title='S2cisneS2'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-569219539062217161</id><published>2012-01-26T13:09:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:35:19.823-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor sagrado'/><title type='text'>Apoteose exegética (de daughter of fortitude à thunder perfect mind; comprendido!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hrff717FbgU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Trilha: Bethânia - Amor de Índio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A puta da terra&lt;br /&gt;A noiva do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão enraizada&lt;br /&gt;Tão ao léu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem diz que a conhece não sabe nada&lt;br /&gt;Quem diz nada talvez a tenha conhecido além do véu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-569219539062217161?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/569219539062217161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=569219539062217161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/569219539062217161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/569219539062217161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/apoteose-exegetica.html' title='Apoteose exegética (de daughter of fortitude à thunder perfect mind; comprendido!)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-6115617278863696634</id><published>2012-01-26T12:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:09:18.836-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor sagrado'/><title type='text'>inspirada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqVwY5PJNGw"&gt;Trilha: Gilberto Gil - Estrela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem viveu de sofrimento jamais poderia alegar ter morrido de amor&lt;br /&gt;Pois apenas feliz se ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é vínculo de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Todo o resto, falsidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;axé&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-6115617278863696634?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6115617278863696634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=6115617278863696634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6115617278863696634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6115617278863696634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspirada.html' title='inspirada?'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1490652113255487163</id><published>2012-01-26T12:18:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:34:32.753-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor sagrado'/><title type='text'>Um bom dia silencioso, hoje.</title><content type='html'>(serenamente como uma folha que que se curva ao gentil acumular do orvalho em suas pétalas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por minhas falhas&lt;br /&gt;Perdão peço  à tua visão&lt;br /&gt;Pois se acaso te valha&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradar tão somente ao teu eterno coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A revolução veio me visitar e eu abri a porta, e dei razão&lt;br /&gt;Ela entrou mas ja foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Até eu aprender atendê-la não&lt;br /&gt;Sê comigo paciente agora, Pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto pequena&lt;br /&gt;Mas fortalecida&lt;br /&gt;Porque o único com poder de me julgar com efeito&lt;br /&gt;É alguém de fato perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada meu Logun em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mim em Ti&lt;br /&gt;Que Olodumare me deu&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter quem me satisfizesse ao´incondicionalmente amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciente de Ti&lt;br /&gt;Toda adversidade ou sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Cada deles é valioso, dadivoso, lustroso&lt;br /&gt;Como Tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(semana intro, até mais ver ^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1490652113255487163?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDZK67uk6_c/TyCJWUlwKUI/AAAAAAAABXU/s3JlYj8oWBo/s400/tumblr_l7wo6rqe7O1qb4qj0o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701708144828229954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A minha voz é como o chamado irracional&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A minha forma é a linguagem abissal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A trilha dos meus pés conduz à condição animal que enlaça a caça&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não precisa entender o idioma da minha canção&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assim como é desnecessário entender o idioma do grito de orgasmo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não preciso de um esposo para ir atrás da caça, nem preciso eu ir atrás dela&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que eu quero, eu seduzo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se ele é o pai das armas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sou a mãe das armadilhas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Glória seja nossa fora dos limites da aldeia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O anonimato é minha assinatura &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como a gargalhada na floresta ecoando de todos os lados&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o nosso amor não precisa ser camuflado em sentimentos, porque é sensação&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O meu ventre conhece o néctar branco da vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o fel rubro do aborto &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assim como o meu cálice comporta água e vinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sou vazia para ser preenchida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu sou forte para me esvaziar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque não posso ser duas vezes saciada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apenas ao ser vista transbordar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-6369094476601629905?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6369094476601629905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=6369094476601629905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6369094476601629905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6369094476601629905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/ode-prostituicao-profissao-que-eu.html' title='Ode à Puta ( que escrevi em homenagem à profissão que eu escolhi por vocação; publicada originalmente no alemdosveus)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDZK67uk6_c/TyCJWUlwKUI/AAAAAAAABXU/s3JlYj8oWBo/s72-c/tumblr_l7wo6rqe7O1qb4qj0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5506433340329417156</id><published>2012-01-25T19:25:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:33:41.014-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>Dois provérbios Iorúba que eu gosto muito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ohun gbogbo li adiyele, shugbón kó si éniti ó mó iye ara éjé ara éni; éjé kó fi oju rere jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tudo tem seu preço, mas quem pode estabelecer um preço sobre o sangue? O sangue é um bem que jamais abandona o corpo por vontade própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yiyó Ékún, t'ojo kó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;O mover gracioso do leopardo não é sinal de covardia (mas de estratégia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5506433340329417156?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5506433340329417156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5506433340329417156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5506433340329417156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5506433340329417156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/dois-proverbios-ioruba-que-eu-gosto.html' title='Dois provérbios Iorúba que eu gosto muito'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2066495116847512224</id><published>2012-01-25T15:50:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:04:23.875-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assertividade'/><title type='text'>Uma breve demonstração do poder do intangível pensamento sobre a sólida matéria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwv8v7wTBng/TyBE1NKltnI/AAAAAAAABXI/FYWMdWT7jig/s1600/r%25C3%25A3quatroolhosPhysalaemus_nattereri_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwv8v7wTBng/TyBE1NKltnI/AAAAAAAABXI/FYWMdWT7jig/s400/r%25C3%25A3quatroolhosPhysalaemus_nattereri_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701632809108878962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkUMDfWhmZw/TyBEbU8SCoI/AAAAAAAABWw/Zwl7KhpLYRo/s1600/Buckeye%2BButterfly%2BWith%2BEye%2BSpots%2BStock%2BPhoto%2BImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkUMDfWhmZw/TyBEbU8SCoI/AAAAAAAABWw/Zwl7KhpLYRo/s400/Buckeye%2BButterfly%2BWith%2BEye%2BSpots%2BStock%2BPhoto%2BImage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701632364519754370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gOBXmIIOIM/TyBDIqALyJI/AAAAAAAABWY/WnLp9LLGC8Y/s1600/marine-butterfly-fish.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gOBXmIIOIM/TyBDIqALyJI/AAAAAAAABWY/WnLp9LLGC8Y/s400/marine-butterfly-fish.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701630944244123794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsD1de6brUk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsD1de6brUk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimetismo! Tornar-se!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito desejar, a borboleta, o peixe e a rã manifestaram o desenho de olhos em suas partes  traseiras para serem temidas até de costas, a leoa que caça na relva dourada é dourada por inteiro, o leopardo é fardado como a luz filtrada pelas copas das arvores das florestas que habitam. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seleção natural e Darwin, ok tmb S2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parafraseando Luisa Marilac (assim que escreve?): &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e tem boatos que o poder da mente é ficção, se isso não é poder da mente... poooorrannn, que quer dizer poder mental então né! risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2066495116847512224?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2066495116847512224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2066495116847512224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2066495116847512224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2066495116847512224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-breve-demonstracao-do-poder-do.html' title='Uma breve demonstração do poder do intangível pensamento sobre a sólida matéria'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwv8v7wTBng/TyBE1NKltnI/AAAAAAAABXI/FYWMdWT7jig/s72-c/r%25C3%25A3quatroolhosPhysalaemus_nattereri_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-4413144470631957767</id><published>2012-01-25T13:47:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:50:15.905-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><title type='text'>Lindo: Orin Logunedé/ Louvor Logunedé (colhido em solo Iorúba por Sikiru Salami)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(acentuação correspondente à fonética da língua portuguesa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Baba mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42wT2pLqSGM/TyAxtubzIWI/AAAAAAAABWA/7YS0ueHv8BE/s1600/stagmanjudirussel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 442px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42wT2pLqSGM/TyAxtubzIWI/AAAAAAAABWA/7YS0ueHv8BE/s400/stagmanjudirussel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701611789879550306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Meu Pai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun ni ashiwaju ogun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun é líder na vanguarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A gbéyin ogun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun é líder na retaguarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Baba mi gbá mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Meu pai, me proteja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun ayan firan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun que surge rápido como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O da oun ti o wun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tranforma-se no que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Baba di órishá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Meu pai transformou-se em orixá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun di óshupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun transformou-se em lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Da oun ti o maa dá kin ri ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Transforme-se no que desejar para que eu possa vê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun di óshupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun transformou-se em lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O di ashiwaju órishá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Transformou-se no líder dos orixás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Da oun ti o maa dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Transforme-se no que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun-kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ologun-kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4413144470631957767?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4413144470631957767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4413144470631957767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4413144470631957767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4413144470631957767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/lindo-orin-logunede-louvor-logunede.html' title='Lindo: Orin Logunedé/ Louvor Logunedé (colhido em solo Iorúba por Sikiru Salami)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42wT2pLqSGM/TyAxtubzIWI/AAAAAAAABWA/7YS0ueHv8BE/s72-c/stagmanjudirussel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1416824768485883481</id><published>2012-01-24T16:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:28:28.418-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>ala dabi otitó / sonho que é como realidade</title><content type='html'>Um boto com barbatanas emplumadas&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dizem que um boto nascido do ovo de uma coruja é um mero feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas a coruja é sábia e acertados são seus planos&lt;br /&gt;Obatala o bendiz no ventre, o bendiz no rio, e o cuida em sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Pois sabe que além de feiticeiro ele é um bom filho, pois é filho de Orisha&lt;br /&gt;Ashe!(em 24/01/2012 sobre o 24/12/2004)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spSA9pueqO4/Tx74LC1ZCkI/AAAAAAAABV0/LGLcw829NFE/s1600/boto-g-20101203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 586px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spSA9pueqO4/Tx74LC1ZCkI/AAAAAAAABV0/LGLcw829NFE/s400/boto-g-20101203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701267046920686146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1416824768485883481?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1416824768485883481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1416824768485883481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1416824768485883481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1416824768485883481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/ala-dabi-otito-sonho-que-e-como.html' title='ala dabi otitó / sonho que é como realidade'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spSA9pueqO4/Tx74LC1ZCkI/AAAAAAAABV0/LGLcw829NFE/s72-c/boto-g-20101203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1270861878459425359</id><published>2012-01-24T05:10:00.025-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:43:03.739-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omphalos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaia'/><title type='text'>Mais um grito de filha-da-terra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73l6sgTWtNg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73l6sgTWtNg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificar significa realizar um ato para afirmar a sacralidade de determinado elemento. Dentro do contexto religioso Iorúba uma das formas de se cultuar abrange a matança de animais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes questiona-se por que isso ainda é mantido, que falta consciência nas pessoas que praticam, e por outro lado os que praticam alegam que falta conhecimento de causa aos que se opõe a tal prática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo que, de uma maneira geral, existe falta de consideração em ambas partes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nãoo acredito que a abolição do consumo de carnes seja a chave para um mundo mais  harmonico. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afinal, num eco-sistema incultivado/selvagem há muito sangue, morte,  degustação de carne, vegetais, e até minerais (sais), não há leis escritas, não há sistemas carcerários, nem opinião e ideologia imposta a ferro e fogo... E há equilíbrio, há abundância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Até mesmo num meio ambiente cultivado pelo homem sem exploração nem restrições de dieta há equilíbrio, pra citar um exemplo bem próximo, vide os indígenas que sempre viveram da caça aliada a outros metodos de cultura alimentícia e que estão aqui há muito mais tempo que a cultura ocidental moderna sem destruir o que a mesma tem destruido em apenas 500 e poucos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que matam sem sacralizar e as que matam num contexto sagrado, muitas vezes possuem uma visão deficiente acerca da importância e real valor da vida. Acredito que isso seja causado pela falta de interação com a vida em contato com a terra, com o chão orgânico mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza inspira, a experiência estética é elevadora! Mas na cidade onde tudo é aprisionado a solidão é imposta, o cinzento é tendência, a seriedade é bom-modo fica dificil manter essa noção de que nosso bem estar depende do bem estar da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É confortável , tanto para o onívoro profano como quanto para o sacralizado comprar a carne (seja viva para matar sob preceito santo ou já morta não-importa-como no açougue) vivendo num ambiente urbano onde a água não entra no chão, e onde do chão não brota nada e onde a grande maioria de ambas as partes careça dessa consciêcia acerca da importância da preservação e sacralidade do ambiente para um viver balanceado, bem como da interconectividade entre o alimento e o mundo, cuidar do alimento mas maltratar o mundo é hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta alguém participar de um ato sagrado sobre o alimento se a pessoa fora do contexto religioso age criminosamente contra a VIDA e o AMBIENTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta alguém criticar um ato religioso que desconhece se não tá nem aí pra como o seu alimento chegou à sua mesa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terra é generosa, e nós a sufocamos com asfalto, a poluímos e degradamos sua face até que fique insuportável de se viver nela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Homem cria normas tão somente para remediar os estragos que Ele  próprio consolidou e que seu estilo de vida anti-natural dissemina, não  para prevenir ou impedir as atrocidades que ele teme, mas teima em  invocar ad nauseam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida selvagem não tem água encanada, vacinas, esgoto, nem redes de energia elétrica mas tem saúde, porque será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No reino incultivado não há obesidade, depressão, nem falta do que fazer pra sobrar tempo e cabeça pra bolar coisas ridiculas e auto-destrutivas! Apenas o cárcere da pseudo-civilização chamada imperialismo é capaz proporcionar o maldito vazio donde brotam essas tenebrosidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que a civilização seja o modo de vida natural do ser humano, mas não o imperialismo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;O Homem imperialista que visa dominar o mundo chama o Homem que vive em equilibrio com o meio ambiente (culturas que valorizam a Terra) de primitivo, chama a natureza de pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; chama a si mesmo de pecador e se acha no direito de pecar, afinal o seu Deus Pai vai icinerar todo o lixo de seus filhos rebeldes e mimados na fogueira do Apocalipse  mesmo né, que se foda então. Pobre mentalidade esta e que está minando a riqueza do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Homem, que se julga tão culto, tão urbanista, abstrato, é o mais concreto monstro que estupra, mata em série a troco de um prazer doentio, mata seu igual, mata quem nega ser igual, mata até o chão que lhe permite pisar firme!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Já os Animais Silvestres tem côrte, danças e rituais de acasalamento, e a cultura deles nunca depredou a terra que os permite sustentarem-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; como faz a nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos somos cidadãos vivos, ser pró-vida é a única lei que realmente  importa. E que possamos aprender com nossos irmãos selvagens que ainda  não se isolaram daquela rede interligando tudo,  que o desligamento  dessa imensa cadeia que chamamos NATUREZA nos faz adoecer e contaminar o  ambiente em que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cultura comum chama uma pessoa má de selvagem, chama uma pessoa  cruel de animal, e assim se auto-amaldiçoa por denegrir sua própria  natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso reavaliar a linguagem, porque a "palavra" é mágica, a expressão é modeladora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mover algo sólido como um pedregulho é necessário a vibraçã de uma grande explosão , mas para provocar a mobilidade sutil  da mente uma simples palavra vibra o suficiente , e a mente é quem manda na gente, que julga mandar no mundo. Então que estas palavras sejam boas para alguém além de mim, e assim inspirarão boas ações para a vida, e para o nosso planeta que tem sustentado a vida há tanto tempo com morte, sangue, seiva e tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Onilé nos ilumine, e que nós não ignoremos sua luz!&lt;br /&gt;Axé!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1270861878459425359?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1270861878459425359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1270861878459425359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>"Nada pra fazer" olha o que deu rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se meu nome fosse Iorúba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Là - surgir&lt;br /&gt;U - pronome pessoal 3a pessoa (ele, ela...)&lt;br /&gt;Rá - dentre lutar e lustrar&lt;br /&gt;(Pronuncia Lá u ra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denominaria uma pessoa lustrosa, bela, limpa, e/ou lutadora, já vou empregar isso^^ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não é que tem haver com o significado Latino, de laureada, alguém com mérito? rs*_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2622980348769126573?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2622980348769126573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1123678383602516302</id><published>2012-01-24T02:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:09:24.462-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se deus fosse menina'/><title type='text'>como diria Daniela Mercury, O Canto da Cidade</title><content type='html'>são exatas 2:58 da manhã e estou ouvindo o canto de um passarinho na rua ja fazia um tempo,mas agora ouvi quatro notas diferentes, parecem outros pássaros (outras espécies), que delicia, pássaros se reunindo na madrugada, obrigada!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1123678383602516302?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-6749614388399062368</id><published>2012-01-23T16:44:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:56:04.197-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>Omi ni mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FwOsBqI5NI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FwOsBqI5NI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como soa a água&lt;br /&gt;Ao ouvir-te quando vêm&lt;br /&gt;Tão aprazível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sente ao toque a água&lt;br /&gt;Ao ouríves quando vêm&lt;br /&gt;Tão precioso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9IGl98QvBQ/Tx2nG4N69PI/AAAAAAAABVo/PNkDPaCIiZM/s1600/Sunlight%2BReflects%2Bon%2Bthe%2BSea%2BFloor%2BThrough%2BCrystal%2BClear%2BBlue%2BWater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 568px; height: 424px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9IGl98QvBQ/Tx2nG4N69PI/AAAAAAAABVo/PNkDPaCIiZM/s400/Sunlight%2BReflects%2Bon%2Bthe%2BSea%2BFloor%2BThrough%2BCrystal%2BClear%2BBlue%2BWater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700896439932744946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estava na água translúcida de uma baía misteriosa&lt;br /&gt;Eu e minha companheira, uma serpente azul&lt;br /&gt;Nós nos ensinavamos a dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava na água cristalina de uma familiar baía&lt;br /&gt;Eu e minha companheira, uma tartaruga olivada&lt;br /&gt;Nós nos ensinavamos a brigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava na água enevoada desta mesma baía&lt;br /&gt;Eu sozinha à companhia procurar&lt;br /&gt;E um lindo veado vermelho veio nadando em minha direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu era pequenina diante de sua grandeza&lt;br /&gt;Ele saíra detrás daquela imensa e quadrangular rocha negra no lugar de um negro peixe&lt;br /&gt;Onde agora é deserto, noutrora mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavamos nós ali onde a espécie de nevoeiro subaquático começava a dissipar-se&lt;br /&gt;E eu recuei, encantada&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmérico, feito o da serpente&lt;br /&gt;Como o da tartaruga, condolente&lt;br /&gt;Como cervo, de avançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele evoluiu até mim&lt;br /&gt;Para por completo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Na mutabilidade do constante lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na limosa pedreira deste grande mar&lt;br /&gt;Tão misterioso&lt;br /&gt;Tão familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na recreação da dança&lt;br /&gt;No fortalecimento da batalha&lt;br /&gt;Na completude do amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9IGl98QvBQ/Tx2nG4N69PI/AAAAAAAABVo/PNkDPaCIiZM/s72-c/Sunlight%2BReflects%2Bon%2Bthe%2BSea%2BFloor%2BThrough%2BCrystal%2BClear%2BBlue%2BWater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1728429362143889973</id><published>2012-01-22T18:33:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:47:14.677-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><title type='text'>Retificando postagem</title><content type='html'>Acabo de constatar que o texto em Iorúba na seguinte postagem &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-adura-fun-logunede-que-encontrei-na.html"&gt;Link: Adura fun Logun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, trata-se de um Oriki, e consta na obra de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Síkírù Sàlámì&lt;/span&gt; entitulada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cânticos dos Orixás na África&lt;/span&gt;. Como poderemos ver a tradução em muitos casos difere da feita por mim, em parte pela difença tonal da versão que havia no site em que a encontrei, e em parte apenas a terminologia empregada mas sem comprometer o significado. De qualquer forma foi um exercício pra aprender melhor o idioma^^. A exemplo da palavra 'ekun' que dei no post original, no livro de Sàlámì ekun aparece com o ponto embaixo do 'e', diferente da versão do site que copiei, significando realmente leopardo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução que consta na supracitada obra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ó Logunedé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guerreiro entre os orixás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lidera quando os orixás  guerreiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ologun ede oporilika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, Logun, salva-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logun, que passa despercebido como um leopardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, Logun, salva-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O salvador que em maus dias nos protege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pai, você que surge como um leopardo, salva-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pai, que em maus dias nos salva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas batalhas sangrentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele andou vigorosamente para dentro da feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que em maus dias nos salve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que nos olhe cara-a-cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirige-se ao rio que cruza a horta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquele que usa sua adaga para queimar a mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu pai, de corpo liso como o bambu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mostra a pele que desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se mostrar pele clara hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanhã mostrará pele escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, Logun, Salva-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1728429362143889973?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-8396468285547140780</id><published>2012-01-22T13:57:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:14:09.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD BUT GOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGJhFhJFEcU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGJhFhJFEcU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the stars which sing/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nós somos as estrelas cantantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sing with our light;/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cantamos com nossa luminosidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the birds of fire,/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Somos os pássaros flamejantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly over the sky./ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Voamos sobre o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our light is a voice;/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nossa luminosidade é uma voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a road for the spirit to pass over/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nós fazemos um caminho através do qual o espírito possa passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (algonquian indian/canto indigena americano Algonquiano ao fundo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like the wind,/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nós somos como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped, in luminous wings,/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Elvotos, em asas irridescentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a road for the spirits to pass over./  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nós fazemos um caminho através do qual o espírito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;possa passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Spirits to pass over./ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Através do qual o espírito possa passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(vodun invocation-haiti/ invocação Vodun, Haitiana) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outo, ba mwen son ou,e,&lt;br /&gt;Outo, ba mwen son ou,e,&lt;br /&gt;Tanbouye, o ba mwen son ou,&lt;br /&gt;(Soley leve.&lt;br /&gt;Outo, give me your sound,/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Uto, conceda-me o seu som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outo, give me your sound,/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Uto, conceda-me o seu som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drummer, give me your sound,/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tamboreiro, conceda-me seu som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises./ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O sol nasce.&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGJhFhJFEcU"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8396468285547140780?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8396468285547140780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A kan o emi kónrin more mi wá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A ti eu louvo em agradecimento por minha existência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tafa-tafa Ki n'awa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arqueiro Quem precedeu-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mó o re to de ayó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conhecer-te é o bastante para alcançar a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jówó mi ló o mó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Permita-me vir a conhecê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3495337525486228909?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3495337525486228909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3495337525486228909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3495337525486228909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3495337525486228909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-kan-o-somente-ele.html' title='O Kan O (Somente Ele)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-6235016071631928207</id><published>2012-01-22T03:24:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T04:43:40.425-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu pólo magnético'/><title type='text'>Folh' à Farfalhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Trilha (não achei o video só com a musica), link:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_mN9hDY57g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shiva in exile - shaman fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_5_XPEQ_6E/TxufiE-sJCI/AAAAAAAABVc/cjqHT93OvuM/s1600/nature%2Bphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_5_XPEQ_6E/TxufiE-sJCI/AAAAAAAABVc/cjqHT93OvuM/s400/nature%2Bphotos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700325161168544802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ele é atrativo até mesmo para as bestas mais reclusas no recôndito da floresta&lt;br /&gt;Em seu redor reúnem-se, em paz, o feroz e o arredio&lt;br /&gt;Ambos, predador e presa, em seu redor reúnem-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma grande árvore ele é muito robusto&lt;br /&gt;Muito paciente&lt;br /&gt;Muito generoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um recém nascido ele sai do útero da floresta tingido de vermelho&lt;br /&gt;E como lâmina escura e brilhante ele volta de seu banho pronto para dividir o alimento&lt;br /&gt;Feito farta refeição não há quem dele se queixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeito ele entra em sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Na beira do ermo&lt;br /&gt;E lá ratifica seus mistérios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua cabeça é pelada&lt;br /&gt;Exceto por uma trança que mantém do lado esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;Guardiã de seus segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Salvo pela entreaberta cobertura de folhagem desfiada&lt;br /&gt;Cuja ultrapassagem somente a mais afoita é convidada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mãos um ramalhete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ora de flechas, v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ez por outra de feixes&lt;br /&gt;Nem suas noivas podem adivinhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele atira&lt;br /&gt;Ele colhe&lt;br /&gt;Seja na mata ou na fazenda sua parte sempre recolhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe o delegou ao posto de mais cara confiança&lt;br /&gt;Às suas esposas é legada fama de maior exuberância&lt;br /&gt;Ele é belo até atroz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-6235016071631928207?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6235016071631928207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=6235016071631928207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6235016071631928207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6235016071631928207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/folha-farfalhar.html' title='Folh&apos; à Farfalhar'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_5_XPEQ_6E/TxufiE-sJCI/AAAAAAAABVc/cjqHT93OvuM/s72-c/nature%2Bphotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2619704638371071217</id><published>2012-01-21T15:58:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:35:22.326-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><title type='text'>Adura fun Logun</title><content type='html'>Uma Adura fun Logunedé que encontrei na net, e traduzi, eu segui a acentuação e está aqui apresentada no original com a mesma acentuação cujos valores não correspondem à fonética da língua portuguesa. Portanto não estranhem se ekùn for bainha e não leopardo, que seria ëkùn, com o ponto embaixo do 'e', que tem som de 'é' em português, etc.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seguimos na busca por conhecimento oriundo da fonte para conhecer melhor nosso Orixá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OBS.: clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/retificando-postagem.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AQUI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;para a tradução do original feita por Sikiru Salami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ológún - ede!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jagunjagun ninú òrisá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guerreiro dentre os Orixás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A síwájú ogun ninú òrisá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vindo na frente de batalha dos Orixás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ológún - ede oporilíka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ologunedé que é notório por sua crueldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ológún gbà mi o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ologun atenda-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ológún a yan fírán bí ekùn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ologun orgulhoso que ataca empunhando a espada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lógún gba mí o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Logun ouça-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ogbágbá, tií ngba ní lójó tó burú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Estaca de ferro, que se finca para abater por todo o dia a maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baba gbá mi, ayan firán bí ekún,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pai purifique-me, orgulhoso que ataca com a espada em punho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baba gbá ní l'ójó tó burú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pai purifique hoje toda a maldade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opopo lepon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Estrada aclamada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mi rinrin woja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele me conduz ao mercado (mundo),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A gba ní, ní ojó tó burú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Livre de todo o dia a maldade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korokoró wo o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sonora e claramente como o sino alakoro aproxima-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleró - odó oko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Engenhoso – pavimenta a fazenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afenu agada jowere papa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coberto de palha briga violentamente até matar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O fenu agada re jowere papa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele arrebenta a palha despindo-se para brigar até matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BáBá mi ní a fí ará jòlò, bí igí pàkó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seguindo-me e conduzindo rudemente, firme e rude como o tronco da árvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyí báwùn ló nyí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele de  todos é o maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bi á bá yí &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;funfun&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lóni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se esgotar-se hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A yí &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;dudú&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lolá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Estará novo amanhã, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ologún gba mi o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ologun ouça-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funfun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dudu&lt;/span&gt;, branco e preto, respectivamente. traduzi diferente porque branco é sinônimo de antiguidade, esgotamento e preto é sinônimo de novo, e/ou denso, portanto achei essa interpretação mais apropriada, mas a variedade continua implícita e muitas outras interpretações são validas na hora de sentir pra orar.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2619704638371071217?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2619704638371071217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2619704638371071217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2619704638371071217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2619704638371071217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-adura-fun-logunede-que-encontrei-na.html' title='Adura fun Logun'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-8165722910283459135</id><published>2012-01-20T17:49:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:05:18.424-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se deus fosse menina'/><title type='text'>Oroboro, quatro sentinelas em círculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLFldiXLttA/TxnI3jeKd0I/AAAAAAAABVQ/TAl_d5kRNDU/s1600/RainbowSerpentdahomey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLFldiXLttA/TxnI3jeKd0I/AAAAAAAABVQ/TAl_d5kRNDU/s400/RainbowSerpentdahomey.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699807660154189634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;v&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Í&lt;/span&gt;bora oviv&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Í&lt;/span&gt;para omni&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Í&lt;/span&gt;vora homin&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-dea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voraZ-Zarov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8165722910283459135?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8165722910283459135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=8165722910283459135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8165722910283459135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8165722910283459135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/oroboro.html' title='Oroboro, quatro sentinelas em círculo'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLFldiXLttA/TxnI3jeKd0I/AAAAAAAABVQ/TAl_d5kRNDU/s72-c/RainbowSerpentdahomey.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-4762899697768752400</id><published>2012-01-20T15:48:00.022-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:17:59.567-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>Édí fé (O poder mágico ou O laço do amor) - Odu Odi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_G9Vi4UjG0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_G9Vi4UjG0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0r6DGntRupY/TxmtssVZBTI/AAAAAAAABUs/wNUd5enFbyo/s1600/African-grey-parrot-in-flight-front-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0r6DGntRupY/TxmtssVZBTI/AAAAAAAABUs/wNUd5enFbyo/s400/African-grey-parrot-in-flight-front-view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699777786740802866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oni pa rojo lodo laiye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Senhor que mata secando os rios deste mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;(trecho  de Louvor à Logunedé, Verger, Bahia, Brasil [tradução minha])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tem sede&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale um  pequenino regato com uma fonte subterranea&lt;br /&gt;Que uma imensa corredeira provocada pela enxurrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constância!&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo é constante&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde nada se cria, nada se perde e tudo se transforma&lt;br /&gt;Reinam a dinâmica e o acidente&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbj7mMVH8pM/TxnB9tiXFpI/AAAAAAAABVE/xbo3yL4bKWA/s1600/PierreVergerFunda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3oPierreVerger%2B-%2BNouvelle%2BIniti%25C3%25A9e%2BVodunsi%252C%2BOshogbo%252C%2BNig%25C3%25A9ria%2B1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbj7mMVH8pM/TxnB9tiXFpI/AAAAAAAABVE/xbo3yL4bKWA/s400/PierreVergerFunda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3oPierreVerger%2B-%2BNouvelle%2BIniti%25C3%25A9e%2BVodunsi%252C%2BOshogbo%252C%2BNig%25C3%25A9ria%2B1959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699800069353969298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a corda que assegura continuidade&lt;br /&gt;Após qualquer acidente&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo os que resultam em morte, e isso é mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é a constância na vermilhidão da cauda do papagaio-do-congo&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o cuidado com que o papagaio as cuida&lt;br /&gt;Por isso a seu esplendor não há humidade que ameace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noiva pode vestir uma corôa com quatrocentas e uma penas da cauda do papagaio-do-congo&lt;br /&gt;Duas vezes o numero da eternidade mais um&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim mais valiosa é aquela que honra seus votos matrimoniais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se a coroa tenha apenas uma pena&lt;br /&gt;Desde que a lembrança de seu rubor dure por toda eternidade&lt;br /&gt;De nada vale uma coroa com 401 penas de odidé cujo lustre não é permanente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A impermanencia nas folhas dos arbustos  pode ser um sinal de renovação&lt;br /&gt;Mas na coroa de uma noiva sinaliza apenas desonra&lt;br /&gt;E nisso não há mistério algum&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7v3KNK_f1I/Txmt9kh9AcI/AAAAAAAABU4/M9jfwkRuu88/s1600/tumblr_ltmcdaFLk71r3iylco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7v3KNK_f1I/Txmt9kh9AcI/AAAAAAAABU4/M9jfwkRuu88/s400/tumblr_ltmcdaFLk71r3iylco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699778076703785410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4762899697768752400?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4762899697768752400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4762899697768752400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4762899697768752400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4762899697768752400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/edi-fe-o-poder-magico-ou-o-laco-do-amor.html' title='Édí fé (O poder mágico ou O laço do amor) - Odu Odi'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0r6DGntRupY/TxmtssVZBTI/AAAAAAAABUs/wNUd5enFbyo/s72-c/African-grey-parrot-in-flight-front-view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1929163024186682445</id><published>2012-01-19T18:46:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:45:04.653-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><title type='text'>Onjé Logunedé ati Ilé Yorúba (Comidas de Logun em Solo Iorúba)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuI3_9QpQog/TxiOfnU8giI/AAAAAAAABUU/9QeN-js50DI/s1600/aboakyer%2Bfestival%2BSimpa%2Bor%2BWinneba%2Bpeople%2B%2528Efutus%2529%2Bin%2Bthe%2BCentral%2BRegion%2Bof%2BGhana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuI3_9QpQog/TxiOfnU8giI/AAAAAAAABUU/9QeN-js50DI/s400/aboakyer%2Bfestival%2BSimpa%2Bor%2BWinneba%2Bpeople%2B%2528Efutus%2529%2Bin%2Bthe%2BCentral%2BRegion%2Bof%2BGhana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699462002221285922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;igbin &lt;/span&gt;(caracol);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ejá &lt;/span&gt;(peixe);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eran odé &lt;/span&gt;(caça);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obi &lt;/span&gt;(noz de cola);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emu &lt;/span&gt;(vinho de palma);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shékété &lt;/span&gt;(cerveja de milho);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iyan &lt;/span&gt;(inhame pilado);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;óóle&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olele&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moyin-moyin &lt;/span&gt;(bolinho de feijão descascado e amassado, temperado com vegetais, ovos, carne e especiarias, cozido no vapor comidos em temperatura ambiente);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oka&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amálá &lt;/span&gt;(bolinho de farinha de inhame posto rapidamente em água fervente e depois também rapidamente no fogo);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eba &lt;/span&gt;(como amala mas feito com farinha de mandioca);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agbado&lt;/span&gt; (milho);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ere &lt;/span&gt;(feijão);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;éyin &lt;/span&gt;(ovo);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awon egbó &lt;/span&gt;(raízes);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;akukó &lt;/span&gt;(galo);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;étu &lt;/span&gt;(galinha d'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;angola);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;etu &lt;/span&gt;(pequeno cabrito&lt;wbr&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atare &lt;/span&gt;(pimenta da costa);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omi tutu &lt;/span&gt;(água fresca);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oyin &lt;/span&gt;(mel);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awon eso&lt;/span&gt; (frutas);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awon ewe oko &lt;/span&gt;(legumes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Extraído e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adaptado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;de: Anais do IV Congresso Afro-Brasileiro, Recife, abril, 1994: Sincretismo religioso : o ritual afro, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;João Hélio Mendonça e Fátima Quintas.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1929163024186682445?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1929163024186682445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1929163024186682445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1929163024186682445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1929163024186682445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/onje-logunede-ati-ile-ibi-eni-comidas.html' title='Onjé Logunedé ati Ilé Yorúba (Comidas de Logun em Solo Iorúba)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuI3_9QpQog/TxiOfnU8giI/AAAAAAAABUU/9QeN-js50DI/s72-c/aboakyer%2Bfestival%2BSimpa%2Bor%2BWinneba%2Bpeople%2B%2528Efutus%2529%2Bin%2Bthe%2BCentral%2BRegion%2Bof%2BGhana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2995942073162164260</id><published>2012-01-19T17:03:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:51:08.338-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>Da le (Construtividade)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpbiJ_uW9g0/Txht00On3NI/AAAAAAAABUI/d0V7s98Kwoo/s1600/Grey-Heron-In-Flight-FWI7019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpbiJ_uW9g0/Txht00On3NI/AAAAAAAABUI/d0V7s98Kwoo/s400/Grey-Heron-In-Flight-FWI7019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699426082577964242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logun da le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Logun constrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O  shinsé daradara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele anda belamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O kólékó mi shinsé daradara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele me ensina a andar belamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li fó eiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No vôo da ave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'iwarere ara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Na bondade das pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O kólékó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; emi gbámó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; l'ayó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele ensina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; e eu aprendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mo dupé Baba mi Logunedé!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Obrigada meu Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Logunedé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mo dupé gbogbo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Obrigada a tudo e todos!&lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2995942073162164260?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2995942073162164260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2995942073162164260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2995942073162164260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2995942073162164260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-le-construtividade.html' title='Da le (Construtividade)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpbiJ_uW9g0/Txht00On3NI/AAAAAAAABUI/d0V7s98Kwoo/s72-c/Grey-Heron-In-Flight-FWI7019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-6045994351757488989</id><published>2012-01-17T16:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:34:49.381-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africarte'/><title type='text'>Túnica de Caçador Iorúba, Ekiti, Nigéria, séc XX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eD2FdPdQfXA/TxW-hUr1CUI/AAAAAAAABTg/Ae8vCIwzNP0/s1600/Yoruba%2BEkiti%2BHunter%2BTunic%2BNigeria%2BAfrican%2BTextilecotton%252C%2Bbead%252C%2Bcowrie%2Bshells%252C%2BleatherFirst%2Bhalf%2B%2B20th%2Bcentury34%2Binches%2Bx%2B22%2Binchesfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ologun Édé&lt;/span&gt; obinrin pépé bi éni she ósu&lt;br /&gt;Mãe de Logun Édé, mulher trivial como alguém que prepara o legume osu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O de bé ki oran ro&lt;br /&gt;Ela chega e a perturbação se acalma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A se wo la ko jé igbese&lt;br /&gt;Ela manda preparar a sopa de quiabo e não fica endividada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ologunédé &lt;/span&gt;o gbe éru ko se ayo&lt;br /&gt;Ologun Édé, aquele que tem medo não pode tornar-se uma pessoa importante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-7830464943482243386?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7830464943482243386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=7830464943482243386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7830464943482243386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7830464943482243386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/verger-notas-oshun-logun-ilesha.html' title='Verger, Notas,  Oshun, Logun, Ilesha'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2120027395517269302</id><published>2012-01-17T00:37:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T04:46:56.849-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu pólo magnético'/><title type='text'>Uníssono da Coletiva Voz Selvagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNG7Vk50Hkw/TxTnbUTI_xI/AAAAAAAABS4/fWi3mpJKYYg/s1600/hunter%2Bin%2BNigeria%252C%2B1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNG7Vk50Hkw/TxTnbUTI_xI/AAAAAAAABS4/fWi3mpJKYYg/s400/hunter%2Bin%2BNigeria%252C%2B1938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698433885021994770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Algumas coisas são fáceis de empreender&lt;br /&gt;Se minha intenção fosse ser um caçador de ratos&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais me camuflaria sob a forma de uma coruja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas são fáceis de empreender&lt;br /&gt;Se minha intenção fosse ser um caçador de peixes&lt;br /&gt;Então a forma de uma cegonha não seria boa camuflagem para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas durante o tempo de minha pueridade&lt;br /&gt;Caçando ratos no bosque e peixes no riacho eu aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Devolver-lhes à liberdade era o mais justo ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescendo eu desejei buscar presas à altura da minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Pois leão delicia-se ao derrubar o búfalo no bosquedo&lt;br /&gt;E o leopardo ao abater o antílope na estepe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu enxerguei a profundeza ressonante da floresta&lt;br /&gt;E a vi como a arena perfeita de minhas batalhas pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Pelo viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atmosfera variante eu amei&lt;br /&gt;E combati&lt;br /&gt;No leito vertical da vigília noturna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao terreno inconstante me apeguei&lt;br /&gt;E deixei&lt;br /&gt;Na horizontal fronteira de fortificação sob as águas do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alerta para o espetáculo à parte da descoberta&lt;br /&gt;Eu me descobri&lt;br /&gt;Um caçador de predadores eu me revelei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arma, isca e armadilha&lt;br /&gt;Corpo, alma e mente erguida&lt;br /&gt;A atratividade devorante que os Homens apreciam quando vêem o sangue derramado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me tornei&lt;br /&gt;E tingido de vermelho me irreconheci&lt;br /&gt;Re-conheci-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem no íntimo da floresta que eu penetrei&lt;br /&gt;Vozes penetraram meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;E visões assaltaram meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito ave me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Nos topos das árvores&lt;br /&gt;No meio dos rios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito ave chorei&lt;br /&gt;Gritei&lt;br /&gt;Chamei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o silêncio do vento fora das folhagens me respondeu&lt;br /&gt;E o silencio da água fora do vento me respondeu&lt;br /&gt;O encantamente de profunda fortitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito ave eu me vi habitante de todo canto&lt;br /&gt;E de nenhum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Vi-me imbatível às feras com quem almejava numa dança matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bailado elegante&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual suas passadas majestosas&lt;br /&gt;Inabaláveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se feito ave voei, parti, cheguei&lt;br /&gt;Foi porque feito ave vi, ouvi, gritei&lt;br /&gt;Feito ave venci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encantei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HACNm7XNYFo/TxTmBL37C8I/AAAAAAAABSs/al7UG0bxvx4/s1600/A%2Bbird%2Bhunter%2Bsports%2Ba%2Bheron%2Bdecoy%2Bin%2Bthe%2BIndus%2BRiver%2Bby%2Brandy%2Bolson%2Bfor%2Bnatgeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KL2dZxoPtWc/TxQlLEhyipI/AAAAAAAABSU/5l_pA0XWoeM/s400/benin_nigeria_palace_altar_1970_2_1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698220300654774930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_eJeBeiRFk/TxQlKw_wMAI/AAAAAAAABSI/lqPX0UrawRo/s1600/AltarofObaOvouramwen_1_-758x505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_eJeBeiRFk/TxQlKw_wMAI/AAAAAAAABSI/lqPX0UrawRo/s400/AltarofObaOvouramwen_1_-758x505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698220295411740674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gewcIsx-BLg/TxQlLiwQu-I/AAAAAAAABSg/eG1N3wpNiKI/s1600/benin_nigeria_palace_altar_1970_close_up_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gewcIsx-BLg/TxQlLiwQu-I/AAAAAAAABSg/eG1N3wpNiKI/s400/benin_nigeria_palace_altar_1970_close_up_1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698220308768537570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-385118744861917423?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/385118744861917423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=385118744861917423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/385118744861917423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/385118744861917423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/altar-do-palacio-real-benin-1970.html' title='Altar do Palácio Real, Benin 1970'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KL2dZxoPtWc/TxQlLEhyipI/AAAAAAAABSU/5l_pA0XWoeM/s72-c/benin_nigeria_palace_altar_1970_2_1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-6240495922096654919</id><published>2012-01-15T02:50:00.018-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T07:24:18.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><title type='text'>Verger, Notas, Logun Edé, Bahia, Brasil</title><content type='html'>Em 'Notas sobre o culto aos Orixás e Voduns', Verger traz duas seções, uma de louvor e outra de oração à Logun Edé colhidas na Bahia e para as quais não consta tradução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É grande a valiosidade desses textos pois, como muitos autores atestam, os exemplares da diáspora datam pelo menos do tempo em que o tráfego e tráfico de escravos negros estava ativo. Diferentemente do que ocorre na terra nativa onde a cultura é mais fluída, na diáspora ela tende a se cristalizar de modo a constituir uma visão estática (como uma gravação) da memória de um tempo específico pré-escravidão que os seus perpetuadores almejavam preservar. Deste modo eles (a depender do contexto e das adaptações) constituem um registro realmente antigo da cultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo está minha tradução das linhas em itálico e o original em negrito, entre parenteses e na cor verde as frases que reconstruí a partir dos termos do original que julgo serem contrações. No fim das contas é coeso (e olha qe nem precisei revisar), belo, e muito alusivo e por conseguinte enriquecedor! Ao ler as duas ultimas sentenças da segunda oração não pude deixar de pensar em Oshetura, emfim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Obs.: Utilizei trema pra substituir o ponto embaixo das letras vogais e no caso da letra 's' substituí o ponto por 'sh', , mesmo que geralmente nos posts daqui do blog transcrevo substituíndo pelos valores foéticos da língua portuguesa mesmo, exceto este porque manter o padrão Iorúba me guiou na tradução).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cantigas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Iyakö &lt;/span&gt;shërë &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A Mãe do nosso marido (iya oko)&lt;/span&gt; é boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shërërë aköfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bom é o arqueiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Njo njo njo Logun o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dançando dançando dançando ele é Logun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oni pa rojo bodo laiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senhor que mata secando os rios do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ödë mu tetede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caçador impetuoso chega na frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ë mu tetede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele rapidamente vem e chega na frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ödë mu yanyan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caçador impetuoso e agressivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ëlë &lt;/span&gt;mu tetede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Junta (a caça)&lt;/span&gt; rapidamente na frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ödë përë oko roko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caçador prontamente cava o campo com a enxada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ödë përë o alaba lerio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caçador prontamente ajuda carregar o fardo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faran logun faran logun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E logun ele boke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O guerreiro grita com força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E e e e e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logun ele boke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Logun grita com força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Taniko &lt;/span&gt;delonan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Parente do construtor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(tan iko)&lt;/span&gt; que vem no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taniko delonan orolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parente do construtor vindo no caminho vamos cultuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taniko delonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parente do construtor que vem no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Arigango oke&lt;/span&gt; aya orolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escalador de montanhas &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(gongo-oke)&lt;/span&gt;, suas esposas vão cultuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Orações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logun ëdë &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;oke kanan&lt;/span&gt; niju &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guerreiro caçador &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;chegou (oke ki ana)&lt;/span&gt; da empreitada pelos lugares inabitados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikoro ikoro o ajao oba onika Ajao banika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vejam vejam todos o guerreiro é encarregado do rei (oba nika) O Guerreiro age de acordo com a lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ödë olubo oneriko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caçador adorado pelos construtores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omi o n ba ja biri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A água está acomodada no receptáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oloro &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;so bege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dono do rito &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;aceitou comer (sé ó gbèje)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Aluloro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;shoka &lt;/span&gt;ma kuru juba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Os tambores ilu batem para o dono do culto (a ilu oloro)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;enquanto ele experimenta a refeição (shò òkà)&lt;/span&gt; e sem demorar um instante a aprova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lodo oshoka &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;rodömö oshiwo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O rio se satisfaz e &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;disponibiliza sua água aos seus filhos conforme as necessidades de cada um (ro odo omo oshi iwo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niyeye logun sha o fara adale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mãe de logun  escolheu-o para ser seu acumulador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ka ye&lt;/span&gt; shi agboyu &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;kiloga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Contador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(kaye)&lt;/span&gt; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8Vg4dZqp3g/TxIFqMaqLMI/AAAAAAAABR8/0vlPiLTamvo/s400/ochossi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697622701022784706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Trilha sugerida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsE8Yfe5WC0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsE8Yfe5WC0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cada passada&lt;br /&gt;Vêm, aproxima&lt;br /&gt;Ele está aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vazio qual não rufa o coração&lt;br /&gt;Ritmo que não se pode compassar&lt;br /&gt;Impulso que não se pode controlar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele quase se diverte&lt;br /&gt;No jogo da perseguição&lt;br /&gt;Com seu método indomado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há graciosidade&lt;br /&gt;Diria qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;No passar do homem-leopardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negativo de uma foto-coreografia&lt;br /&gt;A fera é negra&lt;br /&gt;E de douradas pintas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forma é robusta&lt;br /&gt;Mas sutil é a substância&lt;br /&gt;Negrume de nebuloso céu e esplendor de relampejante temperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma massa só&lt;br /&gt;De espelhada surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Justificando a capciosidade com que envolve a presa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um espetáculo à parte da própria emocionante paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Seu frescor acalenta o dia com noite&lt;br /&gt;Sombra de incapturável mote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-7277645076090671082?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7277645076090671082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=7277645076090671082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7277645076090671082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7277645076090671082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/danca.html' title='An-Dança'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8Vg4dZqp3g/TxIFqMaqLMI/AAAAAAAABR8/0vlPiLTamvo/s72-c/ochossi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-4039437658274804749</id><published>2012-01-13T20:46:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:58:57.236-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='af-rui-ka'/><title type='text'>Itan - The Beautiful Girl and The Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva,arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Extaído da obra de Abayomi Fuja: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Fourteen Hundred Cowries, and Other African Tales,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Oxford 1962&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva,arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the far-off days when there was great magic everywhere, there  lived a beautiful girl. Many young man of her town wished to marry her,  but she had refused all offers, saying that her husband must be the most  handsome man in all the land. One day, as she was busy in the  marketplace, she saw a very handsome man and immediately fell in love  with him. Going up to him, she told him how attracted she was by his  looks, and that she wished to become his wife.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.humanity.org/voices/folklore/mermaids/beautiful_girl_and_fish/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I  should very much like to have you as my wife, but unfortunately I am  not a man, and am not of your people, for I come from the river at  Idunmaibo. You see, I am a fish, and when I am not living in the water,  the gods have given me the power to turn myself into a young man, but my  home is the river and to the river I must return," replied the  stranger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It matters not," replied the girl. "You may be fish or man, but I  still love you. If you promise to come forth from the water from time to  time, and see me as you are now, I will gladly marry you."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"So be it then," replied the fish-man, and he led the girl to  Idunmaibo and they went to a certain place on the riverbank. "Here is my  home," said the fish-man. "Whenever you want me, come to this place and  sing the magic song I will teach you." Then the young fish-man sang:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O beautiful fish of the river,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May I look through the flowing waters?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through the surface of the river I will see you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O Lovely River that looks like silver and gems&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With palace beneath, more lovely&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Than the palace of kings of men.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the fish-man plunged into the water and was lost from sight.  Every day the girl prepared some sweetmeats for her lover and taking  them to Idunmaibo, she sang the magic song and the fish came to the  surface. He changed into a man, climbed the bank and spent some time  with his wife. He used to bring with him coral and many gems from the  river and supply her with all she needed. They were very happy together  and loved each other very much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One day, the girl’s parents asked her if there was anybody she wished  to marry. She replied that she had a husband, but that she could not  disclose his identity at present. They were very puzzled with this  answer and watched her as she prepared her husband’s food and carried it  away. Her small brother had asked her several times if he could  accompany her and carry the food, but she told him she must go alone and  nobody must follow her. This answer only aroused the boy’s curiosity,  and he made up his mind to follow her and see where she went and what  she did with the food. By means of magic, he turned himself into a fly  and followed his sister to Idunmaibo and the banks of the river. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here he heard her sing the magic song and sow the fish come out of  the river and turn into a man. And so he learned the words of the magic  song. When they had eaten their food, the fish-man said good-bye to his  wife and jumped back into the water. The little boy then flew home, and  changing into a boy, he went straight to his parents and told them what  he had witnessed, and that his sister had married a fish. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girl’s father and mother were very angry when they heard the  boy’s story. But they decided not to say anything about the matter to  their daughter on her return. Instead it was arranged that she should be  sent to her father’s people for a couple of days while they decided  what to do. So the girl was sent away, much to her grief, for her  father’s people dwelled far away and she would not be able to visit her  husband during her absence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When the girl had departed, her father told the boy to lead him to  Idunmaibo and sing the magic song on the riverbank. When they reached  the spot, the boy, imitating his sister’s voice, sang the song and the  fish came out of the water. The father was waiting close by and as the  fish man climbed the bank the father killed him with his hatchet and  threw him into the water. As the fish- man died he turned back slowly  into a fish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I will punish my daughter for this wicked deed," shouted the father  and he ordered his son to pull out the dead fish and carry it home. The  fish was then dried and kept for the girl’s return. Two days later she  returned, happy to be back close to the river and her husband again. She  was anxious to leave her father’s compound and visit the river, only  her father ordered her to sit down and eat some food before she left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Your mother has prepared some fish for you," he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I am not hungry, Father, and I do not wish to eat fish," the girl replied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You will do as I order you, girl. Sit down and eat," said her father.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the girl sat down with a sigh and ate the fish. As she ate, she  was started to hear her small brother singing softly to himself. Before  he had finished the words of his song, the bowl of food had dropped from  the girl’s hands and she sat quietly staring in front of her. The boy  repeated his song:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;How wretched it is for women to eat their husband’s flesh,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they have taken their husbands as their most beloved,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For during their absence their husbands have been taken out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As a fine fish from the river for the family’s food.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;The girl, on hearing this terrible song, ran out of her father’s  compound and going quickly to the riverbank, she sang the magic song,  but her husband did not come. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the girl sang:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oluweri, Oluweri&lt;/span&gt;, Goddess of the River,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have now returned with eyes of silver and hair like stairs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, if it be that my husband is dead,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let the face of the river run blood red,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or if my husband yet lives, let him come to the surface,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There he will behold his loved one they sent cruelly away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this instant, the surface of the water turned blood red and  the girl knew then that her parents had killed her husband. She jumped  into the river, and instead of being drowned, she sank down into the  river waters and became an &lt;i&gt;onijegi. &lt;/i&gt; And people say that even today an &lt;i&gt;onijegi&lt;/i&gt; can sometimes be heard singing softly at Idunmaibo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4039437658274804749?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4039437658274804749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4039437658274804749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4039437658274804749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4039437658274804749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/itan-oluweri-beautiful-girl-and-fish.html' title='Itan - The Beautiful Girl and The Fish'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1512110815495995551</id><published>2012-01-13T16:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:53:43.393-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>Direcionando o Arco (asc. Sag, e omo Logun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyCU0xdWbhU/TxB5dKRWDwI/AAAAAAAABRw/s_s_n4sv3JE/s1600/Jerry%2BUelsmann%252C%2BUntitled%252C%2B1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyCU0xdWbhU/TxB5dKRWDwI/AAAAAAAABRw/s_s_n4sv3JE/s400/Jerry%2BUelsmann%252C%2BUntitled%252C%2B1964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697187070503948034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvFHpM5Oh7g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvFHpM5Oh7g&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Percebi&lt;br /&gt;A intensa profundidade ressonante que eu busquei no mundo e nas pessoas dele&lt;br /&gt;Encontro em Ti, minha origem&lt;br /&gt;No ninho do redemoinho&lt;br /&gt;Quatro níveis abaixo do chão&lt;br /&gt;Onde uma pérola de mim sacrifiquei&lt;br /&gt;Quando no anseio do percurso relembrei&lt;br /&gt;Que na profundeza do lado de lá te amei&lt;br /&gt;E te amar é profundo&lt;br /&gt;Como profundeza alguma em homem nenhum&lt;br /&gt;E  te chamar é ter certeza de encontroo&lt;br /&gt;Como conversa alguma em língua qualquer&lt;br /&gt;E mirar-te é explosão de estética incatalogável&lt;br /&gt;Meu saudoso azul&lt;br /&gt;De dourada cintilância&lt;br /&gt;Estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que eu seja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1512110815495995551?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1512110815495995551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1512110815495995551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1512110815495995551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1512110815495995551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/direcionando-o-arco-asc-sag-e-omo-logun.html' title='Direcionando o Arco (asc. 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Dancem! Toquem! &lt;br /&gt;Cantem!  Corram! Joguem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós rimos, dançamos, tocamos&lt;br /&gt;Cantamos, corremos, jogamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, chega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nei Lopes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial,Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4413566551291009204?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4413566551291009204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4413566551291009204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4413566551291009204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4413566551291009204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/poesia-de-nei-lopes.html' title='Poesia de Nei Lopes'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-9086179494932852459</id><published>2012-01-12T10:56:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:27:48.137-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicina'/><title type='text'>Adura ati Inú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ologbo, Owiwi, Ejó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gato, coruja, cobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gbogbo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ijé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nbó iye ,egun ati irun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Todos que comem o alimento com penas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ossos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pêlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inu o ebi ibajé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seus estômagos regurgitam o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akoshéba emi jé ibajé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se por ventura eu ingerir o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inú mi, ma fafon o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior meu, não o absorva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashé ashé ashé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-Laura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-9086179494932852459?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/9086179494932852459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=9086179494932852459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/9086179494932852459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/9086179494932852459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/adura-ati-inu.html' title='Adura ati Inú'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-436786924323455750</id><published>2012-01-11T17:06:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:38:33.052-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicina'/><title type='text'>Adura Omi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NklB5puDhaI/Tw3leJfGHeI/AAAAAAAABRI/Vm3XCU3XDy0/s1600/Gregory%2BColbertmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NklB5puDhaI/Tw3leJfGHeI/AAAAAAAABRI/Vm3XCU3XDy0/s400/Gregory%2BColbertmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696461409798725090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Omi de kó iya mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A água que vêm não me molesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Omi de iro ara mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas beneficia-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Omi de mi idi nibu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;orun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ela origina-se na profundeza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Omi de ogún ópó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;É medicina abundante-suficiente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashé&lt;br /&gt;(-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-JLtkszMjE/Tw3lkfzfM8I/AAAAAAAABRU/ZC9mcvr9jCU/s1600/Gregory%2BColbertm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-JLtkszMjE/Tw3lkfzfM8I/AAAAAAAABRU/ZC9mcvr9jCU/s400/Gregory%2BColbertm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696461518869050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-436786924323455750?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/436786924323455750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=436786924323455750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/436786924323455750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/436786924323455750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/adura-omi.html' title='Adura Omi'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NklB5puDhaI/Tw3leJfGHeI/AAAAAAAABRI/Vm3XCU3XDy0/s72-c/Gregory%2BColbertmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2043130191299408933</id><published>2012-01-11T15:23:00.017-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:30:11.997-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>Ko mbé (Aprender viver)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxOFvAeog6U/Tw3n3mLjU2I/AAAAAAAABRg/HcjGOZVSpAg/s1600/gregory%2Bcolbert%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxOFvAeog6U/Tw3n3mLjU2I/AAAAAAAABRg/HcjGOZVSpAg/s400/gregory%2Bcolbert%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696464046021366626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mo ko okanshosho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu aprendi sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okanshosho emi ko si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que Sozinha eu não sou nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ko si egbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sem semelhantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ko si agba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não há longevidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mo ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu aprendi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiye lonã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; meji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que a vida tem dois caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Onã Ija bi Onã Ifé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Caminho para conflito e caminho para amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ifé onã Iyawo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O amor é caminho do iniciado-noivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ija onã iye-ewó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conflito é caminho do transgressor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Onã iyawo bi onã iye-ewó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Caminho de comprometido e caminho de transgressor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gbogbo oje orun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Todos conduzem ao além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Awo dabulé oro oje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O mistério jaz na condução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-Laura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2043130191299408933?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2043130191299408933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2043130191299408933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2043130191299408933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2043130191299408933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/ko-mbe-aprender-viver.html' title='Ko mbé (Aprender viver)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxOFvAeog6U/Tw3n3mLjU2I/AAAAAAAABRg/HcjGOZVSpAg/s72-c/gregory%2Bcolbert%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-4171408245131981760</id><published>2012-01-10T18:31:00.017-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:49:01.152-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='af-rui-ka'/><title type='text'>Odu Logun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNLndD_Cqg/Twyzy2RFs_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/UPh0FoqkIDQ/s1600/loci.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 455px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNLndD_Cqg/Twyzy2RFs_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/UPh0FoqkIDQ/s400/loci.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696125314858857458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Omodu Irosun Ogunda há a passagem onde Oluweri, uma divindade fluvial, previne a  guerra entre seus descendentes ao seguir o conselho do Ifá. Os descendentes são dois caçadores, um referido como caçador da terra, e outro como caçador do céu. Este último possui um nome interessante: Gbuédé. A atividade desempenhada pelos dois na passagem é a pesca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conto, o rio em questão é o Ijamo, que é um antigo nome para Ondo, um   reino Iorúba localizado ao Sul de Oshogbo, que por sua vez é a capital   do culto à Óshun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gbu tem a conotação de perfurar, perfuração, buraco, e parece relacionado a ibu, profundeza, abismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O termo ibu é comumente empregado para designar os locais de culto de divindades relacionadas à água localizados em partes profundas dos rios a elas associados, partes essas que são tidas como foco de interação entre os mundos espiritual e físico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os rios Erinlé e Oshun são bons exemplos disso, embora não os únicos. Erinlé é cultuado em uma profundeza de seu rio como  Ibu Alamo, o afamado pai de Logunedé. Ibuedé pode perfeitamente referir-se a um desses lugares só  que dedicado ao culto de Logunede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMoCcF-SNXE/TwyviWeN8jI/AAAAAAAABQk/wDtYyBCXGUQ/s1600/tool-16-yellow-blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMoCcF-SNXE/TwyviWeN8jI/AAAAAAAABQk/wDtYyBCXGUQ/s400/tool-16-yellow-blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696120633399570994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verger cita que em terra Iorúba uma das principais interdições/ewó de Logunedé é a cor vermelha, e esta é também uma interdição do odu Irosun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As respectivas cores de Irosun e Ogunda são o vermelho-amarelo-dourado-etc e o azul-preto-etc, que correspondem às cores de Logun (amarelo e azul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadas essas correlações, será este mais um expoente de Logunede advindo de uma fonte tradicional e livre de conotações estranhas como as que parecem ter-lhe atribuídas na diáspora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4171408245131981760?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4171408245131981760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4171408245131981760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4171408245131981760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4171408245131981760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-omodu-irosun-ogunda-ha-passagem-onde.html' title='Odu Logun?'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNLndD_Cqg/Twyzy2RFs_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/UPh0FoqkIDQ/s72-c/loci.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-6141444643468104274</id><published>2012-01-10T16:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:07:18.662-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>Eleda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqnKPaCRw6o/TwyW9l-bJGI/AAAAAAAABQM/V5-KhTNHHKw/s1600/Rocky%2BRiver%2BHole%2B1-w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqnKPaCRw6o/TwyW9l-bJGI/AAAAAAAABQM/V5-KhTNHHKw/s400/Rocky%2BRiver%2BHole%2B1-w.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696093613626958946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ibu édé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A profundeza seduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oluawo, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;torunwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bo mi ni aiye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono do segredo, que desde o além proteje-me na terra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omo Oluweri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filho do Dono do regato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ibuédé, odé orun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okiki té laiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que do fundo chama , caçador do céu cuja reputação se espalha pela terra&lt;br /&gt;(-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-6141444643468104274?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6141444643468104274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=6141444643468104274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6141444643468104274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6141444643468104274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/eleda.html' title='Eleda'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqnKPaCRw6o/TwyW9l-bJGI/AAAAAAAABQM/V5-KhTNHHKw/s72-c/Rocky%2BRiver%2BHole%2B1-w.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-8886399508146650508</id><published>2012-01-09T17:54:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T05:43:48.758-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>Ejo Meji (Duas Serpentes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2DQq7_VZ90/TwtVZds3xNI/AAAAAAAABQA/aLnBICccoJQ/s1600/f1ologun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2DQq7_VZ90/TwtVZds3xNI/AAAAAAAABQA/aLnBICccoJQ/s400/f1ologun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695740049698047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dabi awon ejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito serpentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omi biba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As águas se encontram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kan pa-roro, kan pa-run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um calma, outra bravía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eku eda o alaru ku nino odu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rato traz boas novas de dentro do escuro/útero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayinrin okuta odo tó lonã ti ide okuta wewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seixos azuis conduzem até cascalho acobreado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikoko yeye ishan pupopupo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recanto que a mãe flui abundantemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nibayi, dabi odi   furu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá, como uma fortaleza silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merin-merin bi Meta-meta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quadrupla-estável gera triplo-elo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irosun Geda/Ogunda&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8886399508146650508?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8886399508146650508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=8886399508146650508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8886399508146650508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8886399508146650508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/ejo-meji-duas-serpentes.html' title='Ejo Meji (Duas Serpentes)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2DQq7_VZ90/TwtVZds3xNI/AAAAAAAABQA/aLnBICccoJQ/s72-c/f1ologun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-6100561308752622660</id><published>2012-01-07T16:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:59:38.487-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>Oriki Logun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvRGvh4v2PM/TwiWAtayyRI/AAAAAAAABP0/v869TF5mqmE/s1600/1878907-5534-atm14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvRGvh4v2PM/TwiWAtayyRI/AAAAAAAABP0/v869TF5mqmE/s400/1878907-5534-atm14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694966667746134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ológun fihòn funfun lóni ni òla ó yióò fihòn dudu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O feiticeiro mostra a pele que desejar: se mostrar pele clara hoje, amanhã mostrará pele escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-6100561308752622660?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6100561308752622660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=6100561308752622660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6100561308752622660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/6100561308752622660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/oriki-logun.html' title='Oriki Logun'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvRGvh4v2PM/TwiWAtayyRI/AAAAAAAABP0/v869TF5mqmE/s72-c/1878907-5534-atm14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-7956696647314796358</id><published>2012-01-06T22:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:13:28.917-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africarte'/><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cwPtdgLBS9w/TweOFUWjt7I/AAAAAAAABPo/7Ss5fuoy6gc/s1600/Og.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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XVI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqVPsDaoEBY/TweK_8TnlII/AAAAAAAABPc/0JSIV8daIxY/s1600/Benin%2BIvory%2BSalt%2BCellar%2B1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 502px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqVPsDaoEBY/TweK_8TnlII/AAAAAAAABPc/0JSIV8daIxY/s400/Benin%2BIvory%2BSalt%2BCellar%2B1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694673084958086274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-9211414231079225937?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/9211414231079225937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=9211414231079225937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/9211414231079225937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/9211414231079225937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/saleiro-de-marfim-benin-sec-xvi.html' title='Saleiro de Marfim, Benin séc. XVI'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqVPsDaoEBY/TweK_8TnlII/AAAAAAAABPc/0JSIV8daIxY/s72-c/Benin%2BIvory%2BSalt%2BCellar%2B1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-8279111612571655456</id><published>2012-01-04T01:54:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:39:19.551-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicina'/><title type='text'>Orun run (Romper do Sol) - Monismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18fKHLtRWLM/TwPV0iV1aAI/AAAAAAAABO4/CjLLlxchX84/s1600/300px-African_Grey_Parrot%252C_peeking_out_from_under_its_wing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18fKHLtRWLM/TwPV0iV1aAI/AAAAAAAABO4/CjLLlxchX84/s400/300px-African_Grey_Parrot%252C_peeking_out_from_under_its_wing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693629452474738690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Odi! Oturupon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meje, Merinla, Mokanlelogun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete, Catorze, Vinte e um&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O kan nran le logun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ele brilha além da vintena (dias que a Lua brilha)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orun Olorun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Deus/Deusa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O Sol é Senhor do Céu/de Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orun Oba laiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Obaluaye)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol é Rei na Terra&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orun Olonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Elegbara)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol é Senhor do (seu) caminho (não pára)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orun Oba tala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Oshala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O Sol é Senhor da clareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orun Ologun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Odé)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol é Senhor do (seu) antídoto (não morre)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orun mi ila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Orunmila)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol é voraz enquanto avança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo run ila &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu irrompo na aurora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oro to ji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando tão logo desperto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oji re Orun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia Espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oji re Aiye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia Matéria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orun gangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol é certeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Bi gangan mi oro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Se minha palavra é certa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ire gangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mi o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Certamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a sorte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me acertará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-Laura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8279111612571655456?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8279111612571655456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=8279111612571655456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8279111612571655456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8279111612571655456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/orun-run-o-sol-irrompe-monismo.html' title='Orun run (Romper do Sol) - Monismo'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18fKHLtRWLM/TwPV0iV1aAI/AAAAAAAABO4/CjLLlxchX84/s72-c/300px-African_Grey_Parrot%252C_peeking_out_from_under_its_wing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-3919440321535483555</id><published>2012-01-03T13:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:58:40.509-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omphalos'/><title type='text'>Sonar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP-Qmm_85fc/TwMlconZ_JI/AAAAAAAABOs/eCBUmNi_3ig/s1600/Raven%2BWolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP-Qmm_85fc/TwMlconZ_JI/AAAAAAAABOs/eCBUmNi_3ig/s400/Raven%2BWolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693435527795702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho olha para algo parecido comigo e diz: Pode um homem amar um lobo? Não, meu amor, os homens não amam como nós, pare de tentar amar um homem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3919440321535483555?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3919440321535483555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3919440321535483555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3919440321535483555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3919440321535483555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonar.html' title='Sonar'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP-Qmm_85fc/TwMlconZ_JI/AAAAAAAABOs/eCBUmNi_3ig/s72-c/Raven%2BWolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5607352629424192884</id><published>2012-01-03T13:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:46:29.071-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De perto</title><content type='html'>De perto se diverge tudo que de longe se diverte&lt;br /&gt;De perto se modifica tudo que de longe se identifica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou perto de mim me aprecio&lt;br /&gt;Quando longe me deprecio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo comprometer-me comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca me encontro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5607352629424192884?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5607352629424192884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5607352629424192884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5607352629424192884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5607352629424192884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-perto.html' title='De perto'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2214285960482639689</id><published>2012-01-02T13:58:00.032-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:34:41.662-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logunede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>O Procriado</title><content type='html'>(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7B_mQYcwAA/TwH0K_Z1NhI/AAAAAAAABOU/1zOav-uZS24/s1600/carybe-mulata-grande2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 426px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7B_mQYcwAA/TwH0K_Z1NhI/AAAAAAAABOU/1zOav-uZS24/s320/carybe-mulata-grande2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693099873628665362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trilha sugerida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeUcJvaDOjY"&gt;É D'Oxum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Youtube&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;É sabido que a cristalização e suposta universalidade absoluta da cosmovisão Iorúba é um fenômeno moderno e fruto da demanda ocidental por uma versão "bíblica"/estática do conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilustrar esse fato cito o seguinte trecho de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;How Man Makes God in West Africa: Yoruba Attitudes Towards the Orisa&lt;/span&gt;, de Karin Barber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the Ifa corpus, the two cowives of Sango - Oya and Osun - are presented as contrasting types. Oya is tough, fierce, harsh and vain, while Osun the senior wife is mild, patient, long-suffering and kind. A story told to me by an Oya devotee emphasised this contrast and gloried in Oya's violence, which is an aspect of her power. But when an Osun devotee talked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about Osun, he chose stories that stressed her mischievous, capricious awkwardness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her stubborness and her primacy among all the female orisa, concluding triumphantly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Obinrin bi okunrin ni' (She's a woman who behaves like a man). This was the aspect of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her nature that made her a valuable protector and ally in his struggle against the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus the Yoruba gods are at once fragmented and fused. They are fragmented&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because of the intense personal nature of the orisa-devotee relationship, which makes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each devotee desire her own version of the orisa imprinted with her own personality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and identity. They are fused because, underlying their differences of character and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ambience, all the orisa share the same qualities and do the same things for their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;devotees. The Yoruba pantheon contains many figures oddly linked and merging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with each other: orisa that are said to be 'the same', and yet not the same, orisa that are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;partly refractions of each other and partly distinct."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gcShAAuvXc/TwHycS0aONI/AAAAAAAABOI/PR4APLVFeXs/s1600/Baby_Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gcShAAuvXc/TwHycS0aONI/AAAAAAAABOI/PR4APLVFeXs/s400/Baby_Bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693097971874937042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um pouco desta relatividade foi proposta em &lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/03/desvendando-logun-ede.html"&gt;"Desvendando Logun-Edé"&lt;/a&gt; quando afirmo que a paternidade de Logunede poderia variar de região pra região sem que isso  fosse um fator complicador ou estranho, já que o ponto principal é o fato dele ser o filho de Oshun, o fruto da indispensável fertilidade das Águas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Omodu Oshetura é também recorrente esta fecundação anônima e múltipla, uma vez que todos Irunmole machos vão abençoar a gravidez de Oshun, entretanto a paternidade não é atribuída a nenhum deles em específico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polêmica vigente em Oshetura está  intimamente ligada ao sexo da criança, se for um menino o mundo estará a salvo, se for uma menina Oshun vingar-se-á. No caso de  Logun Edé (ao menos na diáspora) há a mesma polêmica, mas Oshun veste o bebê como menina para que ele continue sob sua édige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como os Odu carregam em si simultâneamente o potencial positivo e negativo, também o  filho-palavra da mulher poderosa, ou como ela o batiza-proclama, é  igualmente dúbio, potencialmente "tanto isto como aquilo". Deste modo a afirmativa feminina sobre o sexo da criança pode ser entendida como a versão negativa, e/ou extra-oficial da manifestação de Oshetura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As similaridades não páram por aí. Como Eshu, Logun também transita entre os mundos. Eshu entre Orun e Aiye, Logun entre Omi e Ilé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É evidente que a versão oficial e política da história possui uma perspectiva  essencialmente masculina, e no caso dos Iorúba em especial existe  inclusive em itan o registro de como o poder (ou a manipulação dele)  fora transferido do domínio original feminino aos homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI_D0hONfWg/TwHg6oYwISI/AAAAAAAABN8/H1kNDujjfgc/s1600/shhh%2Bon%2Ban%2Bafrican%2Bwoman%2Bby%2Bchacomor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI_D0hONfWg/TwHg6oYwISI/AAAAAAAABN8/H1kNDujjfgc/s400/shhh%2Bon%2Ban%2Bafrican%2Bwoman%2Bby%2Bchacomor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693078701851287842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se os dois mitos forem interpretados conjuntamente, e levando-se em consideração o caráter faceiro de Oshun, não é dificil imaginar uma situação onde, após parir a "criança da promeça (de esperança)", ela (Oshun) dissesse para os Irunmole que era uma menina e utilizasse desse truque para exercer poder sobre eles, de modo experimentar um pouco mais o gostinho do respeito e reconhecimento acerca de sua indispensabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que afirmar que os dois são um só conceito em contextos diferentes, esses paralelos afirmam por  sí só que esse caráter ambíguo e desafiador, polivalente, é  indubitávelmente parte integral da herança, do 'DNA mitocondrial' legado por Oshun aos seus descendentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Observação&lt;/span&gt;: Com esse texto não proponho uma revisão do mito, mas apenas um outro ponto de vista, naturalmente como fruto do meu relacionamento pessoal e íntimo com o sagrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ologbo nigbati igi bi oruko Eshu  (Quando em cima da árvore o gato é chamado Eshu)&lt;br /&gt;Loogun loruko ologbo nigbati odo inu (Logun é seu nome quando dentro do rio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojiji ko emu (A sombra é incapturável)&lt;br /&gt;Li oke ati ibu (Da altura à profundeza)&lt;br /&gt;Ashe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2OnJE9aNgU/TwIJR_eGl6I/AAAAAAAABOg/Vip5zxvkb-k/s1600/1322455167LW4hGIu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 496px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2OnJE9aNgU/TwIJR_eGl6I/AAAAAAAABOg/Vip5zxvkb-k/s400/1322455167LW4hGIu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693123083649849250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2214285960482639689?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2214285960482639689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2214285960482639689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2214285960482639689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2214285960482639689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-procriado.html' title='O Procriado'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7B_mQYcwAA/TwH0K_Z1NhI/AAAAAAAABOU/1zOav-uZS24/s72-c/carybe-mulata-grande2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2594457759244627996</id><published>2012-01-01T00:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:05:17.742-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele caça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele seduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele (prepara/faz) armadilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele assombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2594457759244627996?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2594457759244627996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2594457759244627996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2594457759244627996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2594457759244627996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2012/01/e.html' title='E'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2753172286862545373</id><published>2011-12-31T17:17:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:39:31.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguem^?</title><content type='html'>Existe um oriki Logunede na web, muito interessante pois além de uma tradução bonita apresenta termos incomuns com tradução mais incomum ainda. Se alguem souber a fonte ou conhecer esse dialeto please avisa!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em em laranja e negrito vou destacar alguns dos termos e traduções que me causaram estranhamento, e a parte em vermelho é comum ao oriki publicado por Verger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oríkì Lògún Ëdë&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lògún Ëdë kékére Ödë mojúbà o. Ñöñö bi owurö o ji gini mu îrún&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovem caçador, eu te saúdo.&lt;br /&gt;Ágil, levanta-se ao amanhecer, com arco e flecha pendurados ao pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ödë dudu igbo ilé owo tan títí fi awo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ýkun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ûsý &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lîwï&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;oko ti ajá bi ëni gboni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caçador negro das florestas olha e coloca a pele do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;leopardo &lt;/span&gt;aos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;pés e mãos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do marido que controla cães e pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okan Okun gantý o to lö löwï ökï o daja bi ëni da ûran Baba mi ëni kiniun ri ti bi irú lýsû&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem o cinto do poder nas mãos, é o senhor que controla pessoas e animais. Meu pai, quando o leão o vê, fica tremendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O di ganté o to lö &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;löwï &lt;/span&gt;ëni öla o ri öla lohun o wa ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele coloca o cinto do poder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;na mão&lt;/span&gt;, é rico e vê onde a riqueza está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lògún &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lûiyý&lt;/span&gt;, fi wa köla, ökï Toye. Pà omi da o dagbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dos pássaros&lt;/span&gt; alcança sucesso com humildade, senhor de Toye. Ele transforma água em agbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Öña &lt;/span&gt;gbebi ma mi ökurin ömö a gbe ìbi. O rele mi Moku jýiyû jëjë ago o pa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ýiyû&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oriña &lt;/span&gt;que recebe ajuda das bruxas, é filho de respeito. Ele vai à casa de Moku, onde muitos morrem, ele mata e come o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;pássaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeni ömö alawo dýdýdýdý ti ma rin gbamu gbamu Ömö eruku gbagbalada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é apreciado, filho da pele brilhante, anda com graça, filho que anda como o vento suave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ökö Segi, mamu mamu felë gegere, o muti ayankan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor do Segi, gosta de beber e bebe até ficar satisfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ömö a gböla o ilu a gbogun ma sun igbo Oogun tele rin döjá lö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filho que traz riqueza à cidade, ouve sobre a guerra, não dorme no mato, sai de casa e vai ao mercado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Timá lëhin yèyé rë, okanñoso gudugu Oda dohùn, ajongolo ökurin A ti  bitibi ilebë, Ödara dëyin oju, ökunrin sëmbëluju Ñakota a bi ará fini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Apoiado as costas de sua mãe, ele é solitário e muito belo, belo até na  voz, homem esbelto, ele usa roupas finas, Ele é belo até os olhos, homem  muito belo, orgulhoso que tem o corpo muito belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Öda bi ödudu, jöjö bi agbo. O da hun agan lohùn kankan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Fresco como uma folha ödudu, altivo como um carneiro. Ele dá rapidamente um filho à mulher estéril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2753172286862545373?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2753172286862545373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2753172286862545373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2753172286862545373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2753172286862545373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/alguem.html' title='Alguem^?'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5226204782795099464</id><published>2011-12-31T16:26:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:48:31.565-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assertividade'/><title type='text'>Atualização</title><content type='html'>Signos divinatórios (&lt;a href="http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/11/divinacao-simples.html"&gt;clique &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt; para ter acesso a base dessa postagem&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tradução dos nomes em Ioruba: raio que desvia ; serpente que prosegue; corda que circunda; azul claro que permeia misteriosamente; frieza que persevera(graficamente um casco de cágado); atentar à sinal (graficamente um ponto); desacelero (graf. vários pontos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_pg11PuvQA/Tv9Uue5RyRI/AAAAAAAABNw/y6HnVZJXUFs/s1600/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 476px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_pg11PuvQA/Tv9Uue5RyRI/AAAAAAAABNw/y6HnVZJXUFs/s400/c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692361611563616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5226204782795099464?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5226204782795099464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5226204782795099464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5226204782795099464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5226204782795099464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/atualizacao.html' title='Atualização'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_pg11PuvQA/Tv9Uue5RyRI/AAAAAAAABNw/y6HnVZJXUFs/s72-c/c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5957255480784632509</id><published>2011-12-31T14:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:06:35.704-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se deus fosse menina'/><title type='text'>Eu peco</title><content type='html'>Ouvir lamentos muçulmanos por acha-los sensuais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5957255480784632509?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5957255480784632509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5957255480784632509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5957255480784632509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5957255480784632509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-peco.html' title='Eu peco'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-7913455551985354582</id><published>2011-12-30T21:50:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:04:07.547-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ser a femea inexistente'/><title type='text'>morph&gt;form ([silk]wordwithoutend)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im nothing like what the ones who think they are like me suppose they are&lt;br /&gt;im not someone to fit on a distorted "male" fantasy&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i am not biological or culturally recocnizable female&lt;br /&gt;not just feminine, but feline&lt;br /&gt;im unique&lt;br /&gt;im sapphic, and not only venus kind, but sapphire (saturn)&lt;br /&gt;and i fall more and more and more in love with myself&lt;br /&gt;everytime i experience me&lt;br /&gt;be it mentally, physically, or beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-7913455551985354582?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7913455551985354582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=7913455551985354582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7913455551985354582'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Fluor-essencia em Flor-amante-amara tanta tyri-amaranto</title><content type='html'>A cabeça sementeada cai da árvore corpo que se prostra&lt;br /&gt;Ao chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no chão se assenta, complacente, plácida, explêndida&lt;br /&gt;Enraizante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com permissão pra seguir caminho concedida pelo próprio Homem dos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Os quais enlabirintam-se, tríplices e quadruplas junções, e assim perfazem o séptuplo segredo de unica bem-aventurança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancora abaixo e floresce acima, luminosa&lt;br /&gt;Reverente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro a corôa de pólem à pura semelhança&lt;br /&gt;Quem própria vida agita, excita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo acima da frágil corôa num brilho de esperança espessa: espelha-se&lt;br /&gt;Ali refletem as cabeças perenemente coroadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tamanho esplendor edifica-se um nível mais&lt;br /&gt;Ali cintilam as moradas nas quais ardem as luzes que percorrem abaixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso embaixo do zelo apavorante de pavos voantes, um casal&lt;br /&gt;Os mensageiros da mãe-e-pai de tudo que fala luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe-e-pai que é a grande arvore cuja raiz está plantada na profundeza do nem-mais-céu-acima&lt;br /&gt;E cujos ramos dadivosos precipitam-se, carregados, até o mais rasante que alguém estiver do nem-mais-ínfero-abaixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrOAEfgVXzo/Tv491c1uPHI/AAAAAAAABNc/XB7sX3RdoEY/s1600/salvation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrOAEfgVXzo/Tv491c1uPHI/AAAAAAAABNc/XB7sX3RdoEY/s400/salvation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692054967526767730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tyri-amaranto'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KrOAEfgVXzo/Tv491c1uPHI/AAAAAAAABNc/XB7sX3RdoEY/s72-c/salvation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-3265372962579074993</id><published>2011-12-26T11:36:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:13:51.332-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>~otunsiwaju</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ojo tun siwaju Ára&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gbona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frescor da chuva precede a quentura do raio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tun si pa ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem renova e destrói sucessivamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otun pa oju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A direita é parte da face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Osin pa oju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esquerda é parte da face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si egbon yio funishese omi tun sin wa Imole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem é sábio irá empregar o frescor da água antes de buscar a benesse da Luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3265372962579074993?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3265372962579074993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3265372962579074993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3265372962579074993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3265372962579074993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/xango.html' title='~otunsiwaju'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-8647749832870713757</id><published>2011-12-25T19:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:33:20.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>over rs</title><content type='html'>começou chover muito e ñ parou, ja fazem 8 meses! todos sobrevivendo de fungos e insetos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8647749832870713757?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-3578317427216079194</id><published>2011-12-25T19:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:29:00.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAH!</title><content type='html'>odeio ser educada sensivel passifica introspectiva&lt;br /&gt;no fundo eu cobiço os extravagantes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3578317427216079194?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3578317427216079194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3578317427216079194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3578317427216079194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3578317427216079194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/aaah.html' title='AAAH!'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-7749974078726762245</id><published>2011-12-25T17:20:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:24:30.479-02:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>Tempo&lt;br /&gt;O meu é o seu e o nosso é o de todos os outros&lt;br /&gt;Mas para mim parece algo que as medições humanas não combinam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-7749974078726762245?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7749974078726762245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=7749974078726762245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7749974078726762245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/7749974078726762245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_25.html' title='~'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5647927312055258354</id><published>2011-12-25T17:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:42:41.850-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Divindade Sem Gênero, ou Multigenera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSqg6VqZPIk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSqg6VqZPIk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma luva  sem mão dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascara uma força&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sem tocar visível dança sincronicamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um crânio inverso, contenedor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cranio que abrigou ou abrigará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mente concebedora de incontáveis  possibilidades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5647927312055258354?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5647927312055258354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5647927312055258354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5647927312055258354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5647927312055258354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/divindade-sem-genero-ou-multigenera.html' title='Divindade Sem Gênero, ou Multigenera'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-3834243564416360700</id><published>2011-12-22T20:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:44:30.948-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vz51PhPuZ7Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;trilha: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vz51PhPuZ7Y&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonho eu sou uma lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Banhada por dois sóis&lt;br /&gt;Um numa frente outro num atras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonho eu sou uma lua preta&lt;br /&gt;Porque os sóis são pretos&lt;br /&gt;Profunda na frente e atras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma lua de suprema grandeza&lt;br /&gt;De escuridão própria&lt;br /&gt;Não meramente sombreada quando uma órbita apraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordo eu sou uma donzela cheia&lt;br /&gt;Como o mar formou&lt;br /&gt;E maré secreta a declarar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYCO5XJtmjk/TvOypMIFdlI/AAAAAAAABNQ/657Ugo45Lnk/s1600/La%2Bnaissance%2Bde%2BV%25C3%25A9nus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYCO5XJtmjk/TvOypMIFdlI/AAAAAAAABNQ/657Ugo45Lnk/s400/La%2Bnaissance%2Bde%2BV%25C3%25A9nus.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689087174998586962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3834243564416360700?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3834243564416360700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3834243564416360700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3834243564416360700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3834243564416360700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/full-full-moon.html' title='Full Full Moon'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYCO5XJtmjk/TvOypMIFdlI/AAAAAAAABNQ/657Ugo45Lnk/s72-c/La%2Bnaissance%2Bde%2BV%25C3%25A9nus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5909545344159082534</id><published>2011-12-22T15:13:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:14:36.525-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>fun Logun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ1FUiF6_hU/TvNv89wtdNI/AAAAAAAABNE/nneq-XC2nW4/s1600/C0038445-Child_carrying_water%252C_Uganda-SPL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ1FUiF6_hU/TvNv89wtdNI/AAAAAAAABNE/nneq-XC2nW4/s400/C0038445-Child_carrying_water%252C_Uganda-SPL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689013847460771026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abikehin yeye bi orukó Logunede&lt;/span&gt; (O mais novo filho de mamãe é chamado Logunede)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oloogun Édé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o***&lt;/span&gt; (É chamado Médico das Palavras)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi ohún &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lagbara&lt;/span&gt;*** (Aquele cuja voz é potente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oshun li omodé&lt;/span&gt; (Criança de Oxum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niyanu Olofá &lt;/span&gt;(Exímio Arqueiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bi latígba iwa-ewe rú ijogun duro-shanshan &lt;/span&gt;(Quem desde pequeno carrega sua herança firmemente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;***Referência ao trecho de um oriki colhido por Verger: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;O wi b&lt;u&gt;e&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;e be (Assim Ele diz assim ele faz)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5909545344159082534?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ1FUiF6_hU/TvNv89wtdNI/AAAAAAAABNE/nneq-XC2nW4/s72-c/C0038445-Child_carrying_water%252C_Uganda-SPL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-3485328553505703312</id><published>2011-12-21T17:21:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:38:25.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'>alice demais?</title><content type='html'>"montaria cortante, que faz sangrar o véu da noite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frase dos tempos de escola, que ressurgiu agora&lt;br /&gt;seria um "cavalo" de dorso invertido, cujo penis penetra todo aquele que monta? o véu da noite, noite a inversão do dia, para os diurnos é claro, rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as vezes me pego sendo minha própria esfinge.&lt;br /&gt;há prazer em automatizar, surpreender e significar, sempre nessa ordem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3485328553505703312?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3485328553505703312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3485328553505703312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3485328553505703312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3485328553505703312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-4125430674513601358?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4125430674513601358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=4125430674513601358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4125430674513601358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/4125430674513601358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-menina-fosse-deus.html' title='Se a menina fosse deus'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-774464917402800837</id><published>2011-12-21T17:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:17:13.485-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se deus fosse menina'/><title type='text'>Compulsão</title><content type='html'>começa com um pulsarzinho&lt;br /&gt;ou talver um pulsarzão longínquo&lt;br /&gt;que paraliza&lt;br /&gt;até&lt;br /&gt;abalar&lt;br /&gt;será?&lt;br /&gt;será preciso ir(r)a-(a)diar a pulsação do coração que diz:&lt;br /&gt;não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-774464917402800837?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/774464917402800837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=774464917402800837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/774464917402800837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/774464917402800837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/compulsao.html' title='Compulsão'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2561356511260475091</id><published>2011-12-21T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:11:48.604-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se deus fosse menina'/><title type='text'>Balloon</title><content type='html'>Hoje tudo de bom: "bloom"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      ............&lt;br /&gt;   ....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-767536282114279124</id><published>2011-12-21T16:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:06:56.673-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transsexualismo'/><title type='text'>Resolucionismo Definitista</title><content type='html'>Porque ser é mais que a mimetização de um estereotipo&lt;br /&gt;E todo, que está sendo, sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque saber é conhecer-se(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r)&lt;/span&gt; fora da perspectiva do outro&lt;br /&gt;E reconhe-ser, ainda no outro, o laboratório onde revela-se o eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, aquele mascarar plástico e borboletista do ser&lt;br /&gt;Polinizando sua parcela de vivência no Jardim chamado Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ser predominantemente feminino&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é fêmea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vai&lt;br /&gt;Ou e vice-versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talvez alguma lagarta, ou crisálida, precise desse pulso agora,&lt;br /&gt;talvez por isso o emiti)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-767536282114279124?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/767536282114279124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=767536282114279124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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Kiriku e a Feiticeira</title><content type='html'>Uma estória encantadora repleta de simbolismo que salta aos olhos daqueles familiarizados com as culturas da África Ocidental. Ancestralidade, sabedoria e costumes tradicionais muito bem representados numa animação doce e harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um menino nasce falando, andando e sabendo o que quer, e que inteligentemente perfaz a trama onde a curiosidade e a boa vontade de uma criança contrastam com o conformismo e a ignorância dos demais. Em busca de respostas ele sempre se supera e surpreende a todos, apesar de ser pequenino e não ter força física. Recomendadíssimo!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo diretor (Michel Ocelot) tem outros títulos interessantes mas ainda não conferi (com excessão da continuação produzida em conjunto de outros autores, "Kiriku e os animais selvagens). Mas fica a dica^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kirikou_and_the_Sorceress"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kirikou_and_the_Sorceress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2268707764179388186?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2268707764179388186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2268707764179388186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2268707764179388186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKQ_XuukOm4/Tu8zrs18veI/AAAAAAAABM4/XjZ9ifJ-r98/s1600/imagem2_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKQ_XuukOm4/Tu8zrs18veI/AAAAAAAABM4/XjZ9ifJ-r98/s400/imagem2_.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687821680257056226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mãe da batata doce (vida perene)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que gera e dá à luz o filho que tem cabeça erguida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a mesma única que o faz dobrar o pescoço para baixo (Owonrin; em reverência e submissão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKQ_XuukOm4/Tu8zrs18veI/AAAAAAAABM4/XjZ9ifJ-r98/s72-c/imagem2_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1306374906254281945</id><published>2011-12-17T13:34:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:27:52.177-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><title type='text'>Núvem, Enxame, Formigueiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-afzRqmZw5mQ/Tuy_fC2dLnI/AAAAAAAABMg/aIh8Zx287QI/s1600/locusts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-afzRqmZw5mQ/Tuy_fC2dLnI/AAAAAAAABMg/aIh8Zx287QI/s400/locusts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687130969524219506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eni má shópe E shu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Ninguém ignora aquele que é fruto da divisão multiplicante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eshu eshushu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(O gafanhoto é aborrecedor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shu eshuwa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ki n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Multiplicidade é primórdio do qual viemos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eshuwa ti gbogbo dóbalé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnfpZchfxxk/Tuy_DYGSo5I/AAAAAAAABMU/lmrpAHu48Jk/s1600/Universe_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnfpZchfxxk/Tuy_DYGSo5I/AAAAAAAABMU/lmrpAHu48Jk/s400/Universe_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687130494191444882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Ao Antecessor todos pagam respeito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bi gbogbo dóbalé Éshu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Por isso a Éshu todos se prostram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(-Laura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-1306374906254281945?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1306374906254281945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=1306374906254281945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/1306374906254281945'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-1388367117418804617</id><published>2011-12-16T20:14:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:27:42.372-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omphalos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaia'/><title type='text'>hum. entusiasmo, volte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFpdJ0q1hj4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFpdJ0q1hj4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi a maldade num olhar de um coitado hoje de madrugada, e pulsou sangrante e não como suspeita dubitável, deu saudade do tempo que o mundo todo era assim de tinta fresca, nessa epoca eu não caía nas armadilhas das mascaras, porque todo olhar alheio era vivo e delatava a essencia atras da mascara. mas no fundo sei que quem secou foi o olhar, não o mundo. eu vou bolar um jeito de hidratar 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viu-viveu, se viu, foi secreto&lt;br /&gt;menos o meu.&lt;br /&gt;nessa noite depois a sós a sam me disse: um dia isso vai acabar, nós crescemos e desaprendemos.&lt;br /&gt;realmente foi se o tempo de visões, de todo lugar (todo mesmo, por mais urbanizado que fosse) transbordando númem. agora só dormindo ou rodando o corpo na dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é como se naquela época nossos espíritos em si ficassem rodando de modo que mesmo paradas nós sentiamos tudo vividamente, e agora o espirito parado precisa ser agitado pelo corpo rodeante, e ainda assim desperta pouco, em comparação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homenagem à Samamtha, lembrei dela ao ver essa pintura:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cKb9-3dTEw/Tuu_qV53qJI/AAAAAAAABMI/fR5veQIaQYQ/s1600/The%2BVirgin%2BSpanking%2Bthe%2BChrist%2BChild%2B%2Bmax%2Berst%2B1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cKb9-3dTEw/Tuu_qV53qJI/AAAAAAAABMI/fR5veQIaQYQ/s400/The%2BVirgin%2BSpanking%2Bthe%2BChrist%2BChild%2B%2Bmax%2Berst%2B1926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686849688640661650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           sammy uma vez disse de "lilith": ela é uma mãe que bate.&lt;br /&gt;eu entendi mas não de modo passível de explicação, essa frase é certeira, pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-6502143026972120629?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6502143026972120629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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(haussa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-8413757681790207230?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8413757681790207230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=8413757681790207230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8413757681790207230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/8413757681790207230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/estar-magra-me-faz-sentir-segura-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-3805906886962433752</id><published>2011-12-16T19:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:31:48.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'>é...</title><content type='html'>estou cansada de vc morte&lt;br /&gt;baby(morte), nÃO te troco, mas 'vamos' mudar sua roupa(gem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3805906886962433752?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3805906886962433752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3805906886962433752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3805906886962433752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3805906886962433752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/e.html' title='é...'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5894839538313469312</id><published>2011-12-16T19:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:28:43.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora na minha cabeça rs&gt;trecho de Disassociative - M. Manson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ebh21wC2inU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ebh21wC2inU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we walk like we were shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through our heads, my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We write our song in space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like we are already dead and gone&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5894839538313469312?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5894839538313469312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5894839538313469312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5894839538313469312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5894839538313469312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/agora-na-minha-cabeca-rstrecho-de.html' title='Agora na minha cabeça rs&gt;trecho de Disassociative - M. Manson'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-2890461693315417416</id><published>2011-12-15T17:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:19:05.078-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro do esplendor'/><title type='text'>Outra página do Esplendor III (do âmbar mencionada na postagem anterior)</title><content type='html'>Aquela tempestade de areia que os homens chamam confusão&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a qual tu avistaste minha imponente e bélica forma&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o meu carro&lt;br /&gt;Dezeseis rédeas para agraciar os negros dorsos dos oito dobrados no orvalho precioso sob a areia, rédeas de ouro&lt;br /&gt;Eu me revelo feito a cristalização da luz no nono degrau&lt;br /&gt;Porque o oitovo está oculto até que seja amado&lt;br /&gt;E o nono desafiado, posto que é ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Então o décimo é devorado pela sede do deserto, escoando das coxas de minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo da boca encantada de seu amante está ele&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou como uma jóia acima do cólo dela, no dez e no um eu estou, nem no dez, nem no um, mas em ambos&lt;br /&gt;E neste lugar, não dele, eu trago uma doce chuva para fortificar o âmbar&lt;br /&gt;E saibas tu, o âmbar que seguras firme nos joelhos é a chave para compreender os mistérios aqui inscritos&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele que não segura firme o âmbar em seus joelhos é maldito e branco entre os meus&lt;br /&gt;Que destes a minha palavra seja erguida&lt;br /&gt;Que dela eles se afastem com alegri, com pesar&lt;br /&gt;Seguramente o bálsamo de tuas mãos garantirá o germinar das sementes do amor, e abençoado e dolorosamente&lt;br /&gt;Por isto ele que não segura firme o âmbar em seus joelhos colhe os dejetos de se próprio desprezo&lt;br /&gt;E eu os golpeio no peito lázuli rachado e nos joelhos&lt;br /&gt;Pois não seguram firme o âmbar entre eles&lt;br /&gt;Pois maldito é o vazio e a morte, mentindo no dobrar dos joelhos destes que não seguram firme o âmbar entre eles&lt;br /&gt;Entre seus joelhos, firmemente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-2890461693315417416?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2890461693315417416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=2890461693315417416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2890461693315417416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/2890461693315417416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/outra-pagina-do-esplendor-iii-do-ambar.html' title='Outra página do Esplendor III (do âmbar mencionada na postagem anterior)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-3430869896011886450</id><published>2011-12-15T16:32:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:49:32.101-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ko yoruba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro do esplendor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awo'/><title type='text'>Kekere Itan fun Eshu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKqaMMixP7Q/TupHg4ReNnI/AAAAAAAABLk/QQjipnD2WgM/s1600/greywoodpeckerMesopicos_goertae_on_tree_in_Senegal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKqaMMixP7Q/TupHg4ReNnI/AAAAAAAABLk/QQjipnD2WgM/s400/greywoodpeckerMesopicos_goertae_on_tree_in_Senegal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686436109695727218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N'igba-ti ni aiye eshuwa she obinrin loyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quando neste mundo primeiro aconteceu da mulher engravidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Igba-kan igba-ti e ikun-lé abiamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chegou o tempo em que ela ajoelhou na terra para parir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ki ape-jo ani nigbati awon oju ati omode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O que os presentes disseram ao ver a criança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E biamo Akoko l'aiye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ela pariu um pica-pau*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E okan kun laye, biamo oni okan ati orun akunleyan bi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ela que foi a primeira a ajoelhar no mundo, pariu quem primeiro no céu ajoelhou-se** para nascer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(-Laura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pica-pau empregado como sinônimo de alguem talentoso, carpinteiro, artesão;&lt;br /&gt;**aqui ajoelhou-se implica escolher, tomar iniciativa, ter ímpeto, coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: isso lança luz sobre  uma  passagem no Livro do Esplendor onde diz: "segurar o âmbar entre os joelhos", que eu pensava referir-se à karezza.&lt;br /&gt;segurar entre os joelhos, manter-se fiel à preciosidade (âmbar) inerente à escolha original, causa prima de qualquer ocorrência. talvez o significado da posição de Eshu e da mulher em si na arte Ioruba.&lt;br /&gt;dobrar joelho, posição sexual primária, de quatro, animalesca, escolher, implorar, submeter-se (ao prazer como no sexo, ou a dor como no parto) , etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-3430869896011886450?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3430869896011886450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=3430869896011886450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3430869896011886450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/3430869896011886450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/kekere-itan-fun-eshu.html' title='Kekere Itan fun Eshu'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKqaMMixP7Q/TupHg4ReNnI/AAAAAAAABLk/QQjipnD2WgM/s72-c/greywoodpeckerMesopicos_goertae_on_tree_in_Senegal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343115646048544304.post-5101182234377338305</id><published>2011-12-14T16:23:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:30:59.175-02:00</updated><title type='text'>lux-o i delixia (late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKxwMGs38UU/TujrEjy4CPI/AAAAAAAABLY/7dG6sojHtzM/s1600/daniel2-nakamura%2Bgatooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKxwMGs38UU/TujrEjy4CPI/AAAAAAAABLY/7dG6sojHtzM/s400/daniel2-nakamura%2Bgatooooooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686052993115883762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não que eu tenha acompanhado a temporada (III) de moda capricho, mas vi a maratona de 10 ep. e fiquei inlove pelo Daniel, agora vi q ele ganhoooou \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343115646048544304-5101182234377338305?l=elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5101182234377338305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343115646048544304&amp;postID=5101182234377338305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5101182234377338305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343115646048544304/posts/default/5101182234377338305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elaquecaminhasobreomar.blogspot.com/2011/12/lux-o-i-delixia-late.html' title='lux-o i delixia (late)'/><author><name>LAURA SVORAZAROVSKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156968162208230217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAYAXaNa508/TtHkvSAjajI/AAAAAAAABF8/GVuaGrX8HKQ/s220/ELITE40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKxwMGs38UU/TujrEjy4CPI/AAAAAAAABLY/7dG6sojHtzM/s72-c/daniel2-nakamura%2Bgatooooooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
