tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507050920904582172024-03-14T07:51:27.263+00:00as bocas de trapoLugar onde os sentidos voam quando a imaginação bate as asasNádia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643074194284989709noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750705092090458217.post-91931272785464792292008-02-18T19:54:00.001+00:002008-02-18T19:55:41.288+00:00as bocas de trapo na Livraria Trama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilB-PrkEqHKXUh6XaZ6-bxC9QMYfIaI9toria4IUOIFFNbYx-CCZc9ZNzcfkL0ZOJq7lb3ylSwB8eu2TP7tDa9nehm844PF8B33JOGYKv0vfzMOXQpqPkPfnEYgr2LsSXfhTqxzbVuf64/s1600-h/Bocas+de+Trapo+@+Trama+(1).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168411196103583362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilB-PrkEqHKXUh6XaZ6-bxC9QMYfIaI9toria4IUOIFFNbYx-CCZc9ZNzcfkL0ZOJq7lb3ylSwB8eu2TP7tDa9nehm844PF8B33JOGYKv0vfzMOXQpqPkPfnEYgr2LsSXfhTqxzbVuf64/s320/Bocas+de+Trapo+%40+Trama+(1).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Nádia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643074194284989709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750705092090458217.post-41580353677247261212008-01-22T20:35:00.000+00:002008-01-22T20:45:47.338+00:00Próxima apresentação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCZGJVbcoJeu9NZnNu0Ltt8-0HaF3JQSgyaBJ0hhc3S4J0EjaKlyxvBfp_g36MybCMnMxnQhUSof6NpoYDIhBTyn5EuldlBGUs5pEleg6SCPlIFVKBg5oEV5l3j0KH5-lvYmgOIDWbC8/s1600-h/há-de-se+ver.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158403034445777570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCZGJVbcoJeu9NZnNu0Ltt8-0HaF3JQSgyaBJ0hhc3S4J0EjaKlyxvBfp_g36MybCMnMxnQhUSof6NpoYDIhBTyn5EuldlBGUs5pEleg6SCPlIFVKBg5oEV5l3j0KH5-lvYmgOIDWbC8/s200/h%C3%A1-de-se+ver.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-0ETHjdWI63WXrysuRF8k-CyWgQmHM_mWox2cUWsOXjF-L8CgKofOQ_UxMKQWXx6TmU27vSJoMWSI0uED4ENaqtbb4BHP58XqtVJaHvel2NwRVHnHWE78iqBaeRDTugaNFbUtDpp64k/s1600-h/a+outra.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158402823992380050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-0ETHjdWI63WXrysuRF8k-CyWgQmHM_mWox2cUWsOXjF-L8CgKofOQ_UxMKQWXx6TmU27vSJoMWSI0uED4ENaqtbb4BHP58XqtVJaHvel2NwRVHnHWE78iqBaeRDTugaNFbUtDpp64k/s200/a+outra.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dia 8 de Fevereiro (Sexta) às 22h Livraria Trama</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(perto do Lg. do Rato, Lisboa) </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">+ inf.: 21 3888257</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">ou livraria.trama@gmail.com</span></div></div>Nádia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643074194284989709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750705092090458217.post-41043382696746438312007-12-10T21:19:00.000+00:002007-12-10T21:27:54.270+00:00Há-de-se ver<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKRsUVhUopfM9bfKTorKmm5apJv10rRORUFvhfsnIZ0VD1HV8ai2kr-UBXDbNqdC6mWD-AUpP2C9Jv554aXWNmrn7ziNHq5V_Xp2I4riaNfNHqTaURbmKPjQSJfzuPtntzvYcZJ2zX7w/s1600-h/DSCF8557.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142458640877652114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKRsUVhUopfM9bfKTorKmm5apJv10rRORUFvhfsnIZ0VD1HV8ai2kr-UBXDbNqdC6mWD-AUpP2C9Jv554aXWNmrn7ziNHq5V_Xp2I4riaNfNHqTaURbmKPjQSJfzuPtntzvYcZJ2zX7w/s200/DSCF8557.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">A partir do conto "Na berma de nenhuma estrada" de Mia Couto</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia de Virgínia soares</span></div>Nádia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643074194284989709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750705092090458217.post-39751691450142411072007-10-03T10:54:00.001+01:002007-12-10T21:30:50.895+00:00As velhas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLpaSPOAczrRCveiFEQ_6FVFxnTdTganYUGnF3kRSKgM7p7YTyfwjMjlAvwvvBx9Czgw_d8rAFwgcgI8_wmjeZZSUGv-NMGzxdsdmDt0SeESrW-2c-x4oeXVM4WsFBoq7Av282I5CjZc/s1600-h/velhas.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117047781342620546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLpaSPOAczrRCveiFEQ_6FVFxnTdTganYUGnF3kRSKgM7p7YTyfwjMjlAvwvvBx9Czgw_d8rAFwgcgI8_wmjeZZSUGv-NMGzxdsdmDt0SeESrW-2c-x4oeXVM4WsFBoq7Av282I5CjZc/s200/velhas.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografia de Maria João</span></div>Nádia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643074194284989709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750705092090458217.post-56866010783539960202007-10-03T10:46:00.000+01:002007-12-10T21:31:27.533+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoRCk-KKJ9zVGaxh1pA-7n5jZB19lfdIF9rSv-A0K3Yap9TLs39_91TxiZWG4ZEQSwmR0zQ43-Y4vuDKZ9zgaYvBoBsoG_1b_jkb-Cdme192YMsnbzhUNhlxMaQXDHVj52Ws9FfCsAig/s1600-h/mamudo+n.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117045539369692018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoRCk-KKJ9zVGaxh1pA-7n5jZB19lfdIF9rSv-A0K3Yap9TLs39_91TxiZWG4ZEQSwmR0zQ43-Y4vuDKZ9zgaYvBoBsoG_1b_jkb-Cdme192YMsnbzhUNhlxMaQXDHVj52Ws9FfCsAig/s200/mamudo+n.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKI1apa2I02ADN1XF3c6mQy9HHlbTzy0ENwbdgv_6NEBCeIy8J1Sa6AweRz58pEXNrlzhhilgJB0WWDEZTQUcz25GXLrkfYbjRCcw00HqzaoKeGGV7A67zzey8QiZoH2S1ni6V2fTWypU/s1600-h/mamudo+B.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117045195772308322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKI1apa2I02ADN1XF3c6mQy9HHlbTzy0ENwbdgv_6NEBCeIy8J1Sa6AweRz58pEXNrlzhhilgJB0WWDEZTQUcz25GXLrkfYbjRCcw00HqzaoKeGGV7A67zzey8QiZoH2S1ni6V2fTWypU/s200/mamudo+B.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografias de Maria João</span></div></div>Nádia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643074194284989709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750705092090458217.post-36317892501375555322007-10-03T10:32:00.000+01:002008-01-23T20:53:09.744+00:00Foi assim que começou...<div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tudo começou em 2006 a partir de um desejo partilhado por duas actrizes, recriar estórias, sonhos e novas realidades. Sobretudo tivemos a necessidade de contar estórias para adultos. Faze-los sonhar de novo como faziam quando eram crianças. O trabalho foi crescendo e tornou-se um espectáculo "Estórias bem sonhadas", inspirado em contos do autor moçambicano Mia Couto, recriámos universos diferentes e tentámos trazer ao público aquilo que de mais bonito há naquelas estórias. E assim surgiram dois contos que formaram uma apresentação de 30 minutos, depois surgiu o terceiro e o espectáculo foi aumentando...Agora pretende crescer mais, ir por caminhos a fora e partilhar sonhos por outras terras...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Um dia batemos à tua porta...</div></span>Nádia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643074194284989709noreply@blogger.com1