<?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-16873594</id><updated>2011-10-10T19:10:58.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang my baby shot you down...</title><subtitle type='html'>Tudo tem energia.. energia que transmite calor, luz, beleza... Luz!É tudo sobre luz.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldlens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16873594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldlens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rúben Filipe Abreu Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798200017427689580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/1607/1600/Foto%2006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16873594.post-6694221589282792807</id><published>2010-02-23T23:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:57:04.269Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dia, dois dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1yoEjuOw78/R8CtT3_N0aI/AAAAAAAAARo/LukqtWDgUMI/s1600-h/RÃºben_Freitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170322929179546018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1yoEjuOw78/R8CtT3_N0aI/AAAAAAAAARo/LukqtWDgUMI/s320/R%C3%BAben_Freitas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Começou!
Já não sei como parar!
Entro em desespero por não saber o que fazer. Dias passam e continuo na mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ponho-me em dúvida todos os dias e invejo aqueles que têm o prazer do trabalho que eu tanto anseio.
É verdade que passo a minha vida a reclamar, mas não tenho a certeza das minha decisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que passos a dar em frente? Será mais correcto ir para a direita ou esquerda? A vida do ser humano é complicada de estudar, de compreender, de observar. A minha não iria ser diferente. Na minha mente fui destinado a ser um pintor, um artista, seja lá o nome que me caracterize, só sei que gosto de exprimir-me através de uma tela ou de uma película.
Em situações, acho que estou a perder tempo com aquilo que eu gosto de fazer! Sou obrigado a ser um de vocês! Isso tem piada, mas num país onde o top da música é um hino de um clube de futebol, a arte nem comento. Onde os políticos têm idade de serem meus avos. Onde é moda conduzir um Porche ou carro de alta velocidade, numa ilha onde temos muitas "rectas"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Penso muito no meu futuro. Como vai ser? Se vou ter o meu atelier? O meu espaço para fotografar? Se vou viver bem? Não tenho medo do trabalho, mas pintar e fotografar exige muito como outro tipo de trabalho. É arte! A minha arte.
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1yoEjuOw78/R8W8Xn_N0eI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZyjeDeJVIqY/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trans(form)art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"nu corpo, a inquietação"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1yoEjuOw78/R8Rjt3_N0cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/odhd5rb7qng/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estreia dia 26 de Abril, na R.D.P.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coreografia de Teresa Norton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotografia/Video Rúben Freitas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aaeamadeira.com/trj"&gt;http://www.aaeamadeira.com/trj&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/16873594-1682843210368263600?l=oldlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1682843210368263600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16873594&amp;postID=1682843210368263600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16873594/posts/default/1682843210368263600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16873594/posts/default/1682843210368263600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldlens.blogspot.com/2008/02/nu-corpo-inquietao.html' title='nu corpo, a inquietação.'/><author><name>Rúben Filipe Abreu Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798200017427689580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/1607/1600/Foto%2006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v1yoEjuOw78/R8W8Xn_N0eI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZyjeDeJVIqY/s72-c/DSC_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16873594.post-2107552747120216651</id><published>2008-08-12T00:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:30:48.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf's up, dude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1yoEjuOw78/SKDXG-x7DuI/AAAAAAAAATs/qztF86_RwA4/s1600-h/DSC_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1yoEjuOw78/SKDXG-x7DuI/AAAAAAAAATs/qztF86_RwA4/s320/DSC_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233419281936092898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; as the children of the sun began to awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Seems that the wrath of the Gods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I think I might be sinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Throw me a line if I reach it in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll meet you up there where the path &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Runs straight and high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; To find a queen without a king, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I Got Black Roses in my garden...&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'''Temperatura de Cor''' expressa a aparência de cor da luz emitida pela fonte de luz. A sua&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;unidade de medida é o [[Kelvin]] (K). Quanto mais alta a temperatura de cor, mais clara é a&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tonalidade de cor da luz. Quando falamos em luz quente ou fria, não estamos nos referindo ao&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;calor físico da lâmpada, e sim a tonalidade de cor que ela apresenta ao ambiente. Luz com&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tonalidade de cor mais suave torna-se mais aconchegante e relaxante, luz mais clara mais&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;estimulante.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A temperatura de cor é uma analogia entre a cor da luz emitida por um corpo negro aquecido até a temperatura especificada em Kelvin e a cor que estamos comparando.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ex.: uma lâmpada de temperatura de cor de 2.700 K tem tonalidade suave, já uma outra de&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6.500 K tem tonalidade clara. O ideal em uma residência é variar entre 2.700 K e 5.000 K,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;conforme o ambiente a ser iluminado.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cor é Luz&lt;/span&gt;
http://www.showvip.com.br/andrea/cor_e_luz.htm
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