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isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-1781718814155619237</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T17:22:33.307-03:00</atom:updated><title>Green</title><atom:summary>Green, originally uploaded by aurileide.Love eating, love its colors.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/8X-aie-4Rds/green.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/8X-aie-4Rds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/11/green.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-7702067035427090937</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T17:22:18.696-03:00</atom:updated><title>Blue</title><atom:summary>Blue, originally uploaded by aurileide.Just trying to mix some blue to see what happens.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/W6S0R4ECSs4/blue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/W6S0R4ECSs4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/11/blue.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-5135283971765746761</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T17:19:56.620-03:00</atom:updated><title>Hamster</title><atom:summary>Hamster, originally uploaded by aurileide.Antes da Pink, era o Cérebro. O hamster da minha filha.Before Pink, it was the Brain. My daugher´s hamster.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/MBckbz5Q5O0/hamster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/MBckbz5Q5O0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/11/hamster.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-3039016700514647265</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T12:53:32.181-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">design gráfico</category><title>A cartilha</title><atom:summary>Cartilha pronta. TCC entregue. Agora é preparar a defesa.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/tOCePy9IWgg/cartilha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/tOCePy9IWgg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/10/cartilha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-1291658732156737732</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T12:48:35.157-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">design gráfico</category><title>Imprimindo o TCC</title><atom:summary>

A impressorinha trabalhando como louca. Desde o dia 20 que este objeto  tem sido fundamental. Agora, o que salvou mesmo foi o bulk ink. Sem ele,  teria gasto uma fortuna com cartuchos originais. 
Pra imprimir quase 600  páginas, haja tinta!
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/NmHu8bALsxQ/imprimindo-o-tcc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/NmHu8bALsxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/10/imprimindo-o-tcc.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-1328801122759560994</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T12:50:11.445-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">design gráfico</category><title>TCC</title><atom:summary>Vivendo a tensão do TCC, lendo e delirando com as ideias geniais de  Stefan Sagmeister, 
vi os lápis de cor dando sopa. Foi quase automático!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/LCEjDnLstWI/tcc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/LCEjDnLstWI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/10/tcc.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-7614528587290797285</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T12:55:55.437-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>Banho de laranja</title><atom:summary>Boizinho. Lápis de cor aquarelável. 2009.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/aCS7f2eF9AE/banho-de-laranja.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjy_U1K1Vi8/TnU6lBZrhjI/AAAAAAAAHtM/Pvv9YqZFTBs/s72-c/desenhoBoi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/aCS7f2eF9AE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/09/banho-de-laranja.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-7766439072224567527</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:33:40.967-03:00</atom:updated><title>Sozinho</title><atom:summary>

Sozinho se vai mais longe. 
Mas a jornada é triste e enfadonha.
A paisagem é monótona e chata como o mar.
O perto fica sempre longe quando não há um par.
 
 Sem companhia, até se vai.
Sem companhia, até se chega.

Só.

Sozinho parece que nada vale a pena.
Sozinho, morre-se um pouco mais depressa a cada dia.

Mas sozinho, ninguém pega teu CD ou toma teu último café.
 
A escolha é simples: com ou</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/a2vMGX6FLqA/sozinho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qa4WBnDURPk/TnJR-3g4XFI/AAAAAAAAHsg/p-fKE6Ib7Q0/s72-c/paisagem2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/a2vMGX6FLqA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/09/sozinho.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-1259905155668097491</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2011 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-09T23:08:22.159-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sem sentido</category><title>Viver é um processo em andamento</title><atom:summary>Todos os dias, o mesmo inevitável.
Estamos aqui, mas não vamos ficar.

Um corpo, um invólucro de carne, osso e sangue que precisa funcionar sem parar.

Máquina de dor e prazer.
Que quebra e se regenera até não poder mais.

Viver é um processo em andamento constante.

No final, sabe-se para onde vai.
Sem saber como.

É esta incerteza
que me faz levantar todo dia e começar de novo.

Será hoje?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/ZOqbGQ91b8Y/viver-e-um-processo-em-andamento.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CveqQbOK3_8/TaEO2WDFLpI/AAAAAAAAHWw/b24TM3TGLEw/s72-c/Digitalizar08.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/ZOqbGQ91b8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/04/viver-e-um-processo-em-andamento.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-3114178306309480838</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-30T21:59:51.703-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban sketches</category><title>Vaso e vitrine</title><atom:summary>
Vaso e vitrine, originally uploaded by aurileide.Dentro do shopping, esperando a hora de abrir a livraria. Quando se tem papel e lápis por perto, não existe tempo perdido.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/IGvH1xqvwPI/vaso-e-vitrine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5568758742_befa281c65_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/IGvH1xqvwPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/03/vaso-e-vitrine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-7955086594210257666</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-30T22:00:24.365-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban sketches</category><title>Morro do Cristo da Barra. Salvador-BA</title><atom:summary>
Morro do Cristo da Barra. Salvador-BA, originally uploaded by aurileide.Drawing the sea is always easy. Just a big straing horizontal line. Nothing happens there. No curves, no distractions.
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Desenhar o mar é sempre fácil. Não tem detalhes. Só um retão. Sem curvas, sem distrações.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/lAaWRVdg5Rc/morro-do-cristo-da-barra-salvador-ba.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5187/5568264619_f8e3c768d8_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/lAaWRVdg5Rc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/03/morro-do-cristo-da-barra-salvador-ba.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-139347909801474240</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T20:52:36.598-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban sketches</category><title>Sunset sketch</title><atom:summary>
Last sketch before the sun goes down in Salvador-Bahia-Brazil.
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Último desenho antes do sol se por em Salvador-BA.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/R2G2zMjJPy0/sunset-sketch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_QJnenkt5RIs/TY0WY3GQonI/AAAAAAAAHFA/torqclbu8MQ/s72-c/IMG_1625.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/R2G2zMjJPy0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunset-sketch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-433854828683548714</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 22:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T20:52:07.435-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban sketches</category><title>Drawing Zumbi dos Palmares in Salvador-BA // Desenhando na Bahia</title><atom:summary>
Me and my husband came to Salvador-Bahia-Brazil to our honeymoon. I went to Zumbi dos Palmares square to draw some stuff. As the city is colorful, crowded and full of beautiful things everywhere, it was very hard to pick one single subject. Zumbi dos Palmares statue was there, quiet, just posing to my pen. Irresistible!--------------------------------------------------
Eu e meu marido viemos </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/U2i1gNNLpNU/me-and-my-husband-came-to-salvador.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ONouADBM2ho/TY0WB_7gzjI/AAAAAAAAHEQ/XPyx5Xck07g/s72-c/IMG_1612.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/U2i1gNNLpNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-and-my-husband-came-to-salvador.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-6608595118404535553</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T20:56:01.351-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">EDM</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>Leaves/Folhas</title><atom:summary>
Leaves, originally uploaded by aurileide.Found this lost in my sketches pictures on Flickr. Done in October, 2009. Like the colors and lines very much.
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Encontrei perdido Flickr, só hoje, mas foi desenhado em Outubro de 2009. Gosto muito das cores e linhas.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/nbwxJ5fFEJw/leavesfolhas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/4036434489_dcf61cdc76_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/nbwxJ5fFEJw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2011/01/leavesfolhas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-2367261304472056547</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-28T17:53:29.919-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">EDM</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban sketches</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>One more tree // Mais uma árvore</title><atom:summary>
Parque Adahil Barreto, Fortaleza-CE, originally uploaded by aurileide.Today was a sunny and beautiful Sunday. So I decided to go out and try some sketches. Went to a park where very few people were exercising and walking. It was almost me and the trees. 
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Domingo ensolarado e lindo em Fortaleza-Ceará. Decidi ir ao parque para desenhar e lá, poucas pessoas </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/EROze-2032Q/one-more-tree-mais-uma-arvore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5214949165_126d869f03_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/EROze-2032Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-more-tree-mais-uma-arvore.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-9016815101960479838</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-14T10:37:50.800-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>Café</title><atom:summary>

The wonderful glass cup let's me see it through. Café, originally uploaded by aurileide.

Right now I'm drinking a big coffee using a beautiful transparent glass cup. More or less like this one, where you can see the black pure coffee from the outside. Someone said once that you can find only coffee in my veigns. That's right!
I love it so much that when usually have to go to a place where </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/cByFxI5U9UE/cafe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1271/4701849588_0148266651_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/cByFxI5U9UE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/09/cafe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-861711349429716446</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-14T10:33:44.937-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faz sentido</category><title>Candidatos de cera</title><atom:summary>Há uma onda de exagero nas fotos oficiais dos candidatos das Eleições de 2010. A grande maioria quer ser jovem, muito jovem e acaba ficando parecido com um boneco de cera. 

Não sou contra o uso do Photoshop para corrigir problemas na foto, reduzir uma manchinnha aqui, uma rug ali. Mas eliminar todas as marcas que caracterizam a aparência única de uma pessoa, é demais! 

A ação do tempo no corpo </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/UE64StgCq7Q/candidatos-de-cera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/UE64StgCq7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/07/candidatos-de-cera.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-7027092855832401903</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-14T10:21:18.279-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>Cheering / Torcedor</title><atom:summary>

This is my mood to the match. Cheering / Torcedor, originally uploaded by aurileide.
Yeah! It´s football the only subject right now. And as I like it as much as I do understand how the cold fusion works, this is the kind of cheerleader that looks like me the most. Wearing a kind of t-shirt, but not that one. With the place around me all set up for the game, but not my soul. 

Tools in the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/xvyTlWofu44/cheering-torcedor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4701146417_fec2a63504_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/xvyTlWofu44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/06/cheering-torcedor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-202386075332666562</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-05T23:30:05.532-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">EDM</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>EDM 14: What I see in the morning when I wake up</title><atom:summary>
EDM 14: What I see in the morning when I wake up, upload feito originalmente por aurileide.This was done in September of 2009, scanned, posted to flickr but never sent to the group. Now, here it is. Specially now, when I need to find some free time to paint again this lovely set of colors made me so happy!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/eMiO0kUxjiA/edm-14-what-i-see-in-morning-when-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2423/4036434429_222286dc4b_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/eMiO0kUxjiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/05/edm-14-what-i-see-in-morning-when-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-11456603523531177</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2010 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-05T23:29:41.528-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>Remake of some Picasso's work / Releituras de Picasso</title><atom:summary>
Releituras de Picasso, upload feito originalmente por aurileide.In 2005, I was studying color and used to did it through the paitings of the great masters. When I met the blue and pink fases of Picasso, it was like a revelatio to me. It simply made me crazy about the power of one very reduced pallete. This one, he did in 1901 and is a self-portrait. Because of it's simple beauty, it is one of my</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/h5wZ2rlPyKg/redoing-some-picasso-work-releituras-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4577069696_415c5ae80d_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/h5wZ2rlPyKg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/05/redoing-some-picasso-work-releituras-de.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-6590183543612365558</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-05T23:29:05.864-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">design gráfico</category><title>Revista Nossa Gente</title><atom:summary>
Revista Nossa Gente, upload feito originalmente por aurileide.12/abril/2010. Vereador Ronivaldo Maia (esquerda) apresenta a Revista Nossa Gente para Dilma Roussef, sob o olhar do Deputado Estadual Nelson Martins. Tiago Montenegro, jornalista do Mandato do vereador Ronivaldo, foi o responsável pela redação, reportagens e entrevistas. O projeto gráfico é da TEIA DIGITAL. Eu participei da produção </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/AFko2YcKPBY/revista-nossa-gente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4532326628_73eb2cc1ef_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/AFko2YcKPBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/04/revista-nossa-gente.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-8278107089007596321</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T21:31:34.370-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>Modi, Jeanne e eu</title><atom:summary>Uma releitura de um trabalho de Modigliani que adoro. Sua amada esposa Jeanne.Pastel oleoso sobre papel. 2006.
One work based on Modigliani´s beloved wife, Jeanne.Pastel over paper. 2006 </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/YLVblbM7boQ/modi-jeanne-e-eu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJnenkt5RIs/S6qtwAGuNWI/AAAAAAAAGP8/QZ0noLVwcoU/s72-c/image-2p.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/YLVblbM7boQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/03/modi-jeanne-e-eu.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-340284167231030969</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T21:22:41.771-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban sketches</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>The bookstore / A livraria</title><atom:summary>
The bookstore / A livraria, originally uploaded by aurileide.Love the colors of the bookstore. There is a place I use to go only to feel I am connected with so much great ideas. The atmosphere of words and knowledge makes me feel great.


Adoro as cores da livraria. É um lugar que costumo frequentar apenas para me sentir conectada com tantas ideias. A atmosfera de palavras e conhecimento faz com</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/gpHXsi354Sg/bookstore-livraria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4350175626_1ff74150aa_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/gpHXsi354Sg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/02/bookstore-livraria.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-3314857270383839045</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T21:37:22.343-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban sketches</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>The couple / O casal</title><atom:summary>
At the restaurant where I usually go to lunch one couple seems to be a part of it.

No restaurante em que almoço sempre, um casal parece fazer parte do  lugar. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/vL6-TnUaX7k/couple.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJnenkt5RIs/S3SRwAI0S2I/AAAAAAAAGAs/9wXRk0hpg0U/s72-c/almoco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/vL6-TnUaX7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/02/couple.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917617707673360626.post-3365653515305375451</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-10T13:40:05.543-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desenhos</category><title>To Paul Klee / Para Paul Klee</title><atom:summary>

This was done when  reading and studying about Paul Klee´s amazing work. I used oil pastel and grafitti.

Este exercício foi feito quando lia e estudava sobre o incrível trabalho de Paul Klee. Usei pastel oleoso e grafite.

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TextoSentido/~3/wWYpRZ74R_4/to-paul-klee-para-paul-klee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aurileide Alves)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJnenkt5RIs/S0niLKe5SOI/AAAAAAAAF_o/SBbXA4A7IKw/s72-c/Digitalizar0010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TextoSentido/~4/wWYpRZ74R_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://aurileide.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-paul-klee-para-paul-klee.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

