tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644888449803022702024-03-21T00:39:59.709-07:00Com o pé na GréciaNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-21577873845333948542015-04-12T18:54:00.000-07:002015-04-12T18:54:11.421-07:00Petaloúda <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Petaloúda - borboleta</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-35721417717599258422015-01-24T06:23:00.000-08:002015-01-24T06:38:02.859-08:00Jardim grego<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">As raízes fundamentais da cultura ocidental se encontram, não há dúvida alguma, na civilização desenvolvida na Grécia Antiga. O cuidado com as plantas provavelmente foi fruto do amor à vida em pleno ar livre, obrigando a uma constante aproximação com a natureza. Os jardins gregos, apesar de fortemente influenciados pelos jardins egípcios , apresentaram diferenças notáveis em razão da topografia acidentada da região e o tipo de clima.<br />Os jardins possuíam características próximas das naturais, fugindo da simetria dos egípcios. Desenvolviam-se em recintos fechados, onde eram cultivadas plantas úteis, principalmente maçãs, pêras, figos, romãs, azeitonas, uva e até horta.<br />A introdução de colunas e pórticos fazia uma transição harmoniosa entre o exterior e interior e o jardim era um prolongamento das partes da casa, às quais ele se ligava. A sua principal característica era a simplicidade. Os jardins também ficaram marcados por possuir esculturas humanas e de animais mais próximas da realidade</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-28439826454534470452015-01-18T05:15:00.000-08:002015-01-18T05:15:02.150-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Provérbio Grego</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-26737867380319838402014-03-26T07:19:00.000-07:002014-03-26T07:19:18.561-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">Os primeiros dados documentados sobre
composições musicais referem-se a dois hinos gregos dedicados ao deus
Apolo, gravados trezentos anos antes de Cristo nas paredes da Casa do
Tesouro de Delfos, além de alguns trechos musicais também gregos,
gravados em mármore, e mais outros tantos egípcios, anotados em papiros.
Nessa época, a música dos gregos baseava-se em leis da acústica e já
possuía um sistema de notações e regras de estética. </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-43065999929416541002013-10-05T04:39:00.002-07:002013-10-05T04:39:35.135-07:00Borboleta<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Na Grécia antiga, a palavra "borboleta" é "Psyche" que traduzida quer dizer "alma". Os gregos antigos acreditavam que as borboletas eram as almas daqueles que faleceram. </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-44136582160936231252013-10-05T03:47:00.002-07:002013-10-05T03:47:52.220-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Provérbio grego</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-64108721480811685542013-08-02T09:34:00.000-07:002013-08-02T09:34:02.601-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Epicteto</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-29548409695363810402013-08-02T09:20:00.000-07:002013-08-02T09:20:19.849-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Epicteto</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464488844980302270.post-14277224970515550522013-08-02T09:18:00.000-07:002013-08-02T09:18:09.690-07:00<br />
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