<?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-5015002968024529753</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:24:09.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Txaná Uri - A Viagem do Pajé Ixã</title><subtitle type='html'>... emanências ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-43290223007813504</id><published>2009-01-05T00:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:47:55.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cusco 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/TApjHhRAmqI/AAAAAAAAANo/hgDV8U6tk4w/s1600/DSC02590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/TApjHhRAmqI/AAAAAAAAANo/hgDV8U6tk4w/s400/DSC02590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479300877489576610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/TApjG7Hm4gI/AAAAAAAAANY/kVX3DXUQuqU/s1600/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/TApjG7Hm4gI/AAAAAAAAANY/kVX3DXUQuqU/s400/DSC02653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479300867249594882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/TApjGGOz_kI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SrTUtgRbK0A/s1600/DSC02583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/TApjGGOz_kI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SrTUtgRbK0A/s400/DSC02583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479300853052735042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lembranças de minha viagem a Cusco no natal de 2008, ano novo de 2009: um feliz ano novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-43290223007813504?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/43290223007813504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=43290223007813504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/43290223007813504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/43290223007813504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2009/01/cusco-2009.html' title='Cusco 2009'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/TApjHhRAmqI/AAAAAAAAANo/hgDV8U6tk4w/s72-c/DSC02590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-2815778897404830207</id><published>2008-09-29T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:37:57.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>São João das Missões, Povo Xakriabá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRuV9DoQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0BLwlfGNmVM/s1600-h/dn+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRuV9DoQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0BLwlfGNmVM/s400/dn+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098698385957122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRuFPWu2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sOdeyMzHbkU/s1600-h/DSC02437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRuFPWu2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sOdeyMzHbkU/s400/DSC02437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098693899303778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRtukhq4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/01l414VyPdQ/s1600-h/DSC02440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRtukhq4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/01l414VyPdQ/s400/DSC02440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098687814085506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRtQwOwBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VVPnSgdSifE/s1600-h/DSC02439_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRtQwOwBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VVPnSgdSifE/s400/DSC02439_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098679810113554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRswLslTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Z4nVNXTqNF4/s1600-h/DSC02429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRswLslTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Z4nVNXTqNF4/s400/DSC02429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098671066944818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candidatos que sairam vitoriosos na eleição municipal de 2008: Zé Nunes, primeiro prefeito indígena do Brasil, reeleito pelo PT, e Hilário Correia, vereador, liderança xakriabá da Aldeia Barreiro Preto, responsável pelo projeto da Casa de Medicina Tradicional Xakriabá que eu fui conhecer. Fiz intercâmbio cultural entre meu povo hunikuin e eles, e ainda como pajé chamei força de luz e paz na campanha do reeleito professor Zé Nunes, cuja história de luta tem muito a dizer para todo o movimento indigenista brasileiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-2815778897404830207?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/2815778897404830207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=2815778897404830207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/2815778897404830207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/2815778897404830207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/09/sao-joao-das-missoes-povo-xakriaba.html' title='São João das Missões, Povo Xakriabá'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SsLRuV9DoQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0BLwlfGNmVM/s72-c/dn+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-4484913392814699212</id><published>2008-08-30T09:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:51:30.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Huni Meka</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr_RJHAtm2Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr_RJHAtm2Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste vídeo registrado e publicado por Caio Lemos, apresento um pouco de minha cultura hunikuin.&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/user/Animanet"&gt;Animanet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-4484913392814699212?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/4484913392814699212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=4484913392814699212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/4484913392814699212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/4484913392814699212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/08/huni-meka.html' title='Huni Meka'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-3322324886582739422</id><published>2008-08-29T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:34:13.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>São Paulo Capital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPuAVP6Hr5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/k2XnaYzw8uM/s1600-h/P1070785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPuAVP6Hr5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/k2XnaYzw8uM/s400/P1070785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938092421099410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPuAVqF4OaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Wv4UxZ85XUk/s1600-h/P1070789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPuAVqF4OaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Wv4UxZ85XUk/s400/P1070789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938099449739682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPuAV5IJMtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zPj-M9q-DUg/s1600-h/P1070889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPuAV5IJMtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zPj-M9q-DUg/s400/P1070889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258938103485772498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em São Paulo fomos para o bairro de Perdizes onde mora o casal Caio e Paula, amigos do txai Eduardo, que nos receberam com muito carinho. Ainda estou esperando os vídeos que gravei lá, vou escolher um deles pra publicar na internet e promover o nosso Instituto Yuxibu. Depois fomos para Vila Madalena, onde mora a prima do txai, Priscila, e seu marido médico antroposófico, o Rômulo, com o filho Tiago. Nosso primeiro passeio foi no Museu da USP onde encontrei vários objetos da minha cultura hunikuin, como redes com kene e trajes da Dança do Gavião. Depois visitamos o sítio deles em Tapiraí, e preparei rapé orgânico com o tabaco que a Priscila tinha plantado e estava todo florido, ficou muito cheiroso!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-3322324886582739422?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/3322324886582739422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=3322324886582739422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/3322324886582739422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/3322324886582739422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-paulo-capital.html' title='São Paulo Capital'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPuAVP6Hr5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/k2XnaYzw8uM/s72-c/P1070785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-2118114777922791817</id><published>2008-08-15T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:38:43.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Piquete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt-eJqJfzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kneNqfxgiuw/s1600-h/DSC02263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt-eJqJfzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kneNqfxgiuw/s400/DSC02263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258936046339063602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt-ezp32XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/68uIB3o7lQ8/s1600-h/DSC02262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt-ezp32XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/68uIB3o7lQ8/s400/DSC02262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258936057612196210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piquete é a cidade onde o txai Eduardo passou a infância e onde ele tem família. De São Miguel no Rio Grande do Sul fomos para Santo Ângelo e de lá viajamos para Aparecida, em São Paulo, que fica pertinho de Piquete. Uma cidade muito bonita em meio das montanhas, na divisa de Minas, e passei lá as Olimpíadas da China assistindo os jogos pela televisão, antes de ir conhecer a cidade de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-2118114777922791817?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/2118114777922791817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=2118114777922791817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/2118114777922791817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/2118114777922791817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/08/piquete.html' title='Piquete'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt-eJqJfzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kneNqfxgiuw/s72-c/DSC02263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-8691721851005162291</id><published>2008-08-02T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:33:28.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>São Miguel Arcanjo, cabeça das Missões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt9IL9EEKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/luDWOwwhvLc/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt9IL9EEKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/luDWOwwhvLc/s400/DSC02258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258934569486520482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt9HgSPzoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F27xJu80FeM/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt9HgSPzoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F27xJu80FeM/s400/DSC02225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258934557764210306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt8E952-FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_7XyA_PLaLA/s1600-h/DSC02230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt8E952-FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_7XyA_PLaLA/s400/DSC02230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258933414663747666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt8F0JSnWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JlqugXQOxuE/s1600-h/DSC02237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt8F0JSnWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JlqugXQOxuE/s400/DSC02237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258933429223988578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt8GDTOlNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n_qaDZTP6Fo/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt8GDTOlNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n_qaDZTP6Fo/s400/DSC02250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258933433292199122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em São Miguel estava a casa que o txai Eduardo começou a construir três anos atrás e não terminou, e agora precisava desocupar para poder levar a mudança para o Acre. Ficamos lá, e conheci o Sr. Emílio Correa dos Santos, do IPHAN, amigo do txai Eduardo que nos levou para conhecer a aldeia Guarani. O outro amigo, o psicólogo João Luiz Melo Nascimento, tem fazenda lá perto, e conseguiu uns pedaços de carne de ovelha pra gente assar de noite no fogo de chão, junto com os parentes guarani, e no dia seguinte tomamos do meu huní. Eles gostaram da visita, e eu rezei o cacique pedindo força da floresta pra aquele povo sofrido. A foto da construção é do Centro de Memória que está sendo construído na Aldeia para receber os turistas, assim como o que fizemos no Jordão, e achei muito bonito o projeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-8691721851005162291?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/8691721851005162291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=8691721851005162291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/8691721851005162291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/8691721851005162291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-miguel-arcanjo-cabea-das-misses.html' title='São Miguel Arcanjo, cabeça das Missões'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt9IL9EEKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/luDWOwwhvLc/s72-c/DSC02258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-5583676187655886083</id><published>2008-07-31T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:21:57.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chave de São Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6I-uU62I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jbEp8gWm3ic/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6I-uU62I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jbEp8gWm3ic/s400/DSC02181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931284580035426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6JYmAMdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ISX1PxjUAgw/s1600-h/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6JYmAMdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ISX1PxjUAgw/s400/DSC02190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931291524444626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6KJctk7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/N0Nspv6r9TY/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6KJctk7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/N0Nspv6r9TY/s400/DSC02197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931304638813106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6KTmPyhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeUwDhhNvlE/s1600-h/DSC02204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6KTmPyhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeUwDhhNvlE/s400/DSC02204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931307363158546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6KhBZhLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZJ8CeE0RC44/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6KhBZhLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZJ8CeE0RC44/s400/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931310966703282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De Brasília embarcamos direto para Porto Alegre, onde fomos recebidos pelo casal Wilton e Cristiane, dirigentes do Centro Harmonia, Amor e Verdade (C.H.A.V.E.) de São Pedro. Eles estavam dando início a um feitio com muito caupuri enviado do Paraná onde fazem plantio na cidade de Maringá. Estava muito frio, havia muita chuva, mas ficamos bem acomodados junto da irmandade. Conheci o feitor, Ernesto Mastrangelo, do Uruguai, que era amigo do txai Eduardo de mais de vinte anos atrás, quando se conheceram morando na igreja Céu do Mar. Também fiz muitos amigos no centro, e foram muitos dias lá no sítio, que fica no município de Viamão, mas por fim de lá embarcamos para São Miguel das Missões, nossa próxima etapa na missão do txai Eduardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-5583676187655886083?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/5583676187655886083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=5583676187655886083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/5583676187655886083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/5583676187655886083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/07/chave-de-so-pedro.html' title='Chave de São Pedro'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt6I-uU62I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jbEp8gWm3ic/s72-c/DSC02181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-7222804479990729447</id><published>2008-07-24T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:09:06.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasília, Capital Federal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3NIRab9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nX20w3fsmNY/s1600-h/DSC02161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3NIRab9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nX20w3fsmNY/s400/DSC02161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258928057327710162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3L94xzLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bcWLUjjrTyo/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3L94xzLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bcWLUjjrTyo/s400/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258928037360159922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3MNTZZoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mmDLISbt45Q/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3MNTZZoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mmDLISbt45Q/s400/DSC02164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258928041498338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fotos da minha visita à Esplanada dos Ministérios, depois que visitamos o Inbrapi e recebemos a orientação da parente Fernanda Kaingang sobre a produção de aromas e óleos essenciais. Lá consegui também o livro "Nishi Pae - O Espírito da Floresta", de meu primo Isaías Sales Ibã, com mais canções do huni meká para eu poder cantar durante minha viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3MX9wkkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UGLnOmGaj64/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3MX9wkkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UGLnOmGaj64/s400/DSC02167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258928044360372802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-7222804479990729447?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/7222804479990729447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=7222804479990729447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/7222804479990729447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/7222804479990729447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/07/braslia-capital-federal.html' title='Brasília, Capital Federal'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt3NIRab9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nX20w3fsmNY/s72-c/DSC02161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-7022315408148341664</id><published>2008-07-23T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:00:35.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos d´Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt1qFBHoeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qJ2wir9I-TY/s1600-h/DSC02096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt1qFBHoeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qJ2wir9I-TY/s400/DSC02096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926355647013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fomos nesses dias em Brasília conhecer, com Lila e Juliano, a Festa do Divino Espírito Santo no município goiano de Olhos d´Água. Lá eu conheci a dança da catira, após um grande jantar comunitário que lembrou as festas na minha aldeia. E encontramos a teatróloga acreana Silene, irmã do amigo Cícero Franca que conheci em Rio Branco antes de viajar e nos dera um "daime amoroso" para trabalhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtynh3oYnI/AAAAAAAAADY/olMqZjiwBsw/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtynh3oYnI/AAAAAAAAADY/olMqZjiwBsw/s400/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258923013317354098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-7022315408148341664?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/7022315408148341664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=7022315408148341664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/7022315408148341664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/7022315408148341664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/07/olhos-dgua.html' title='Olhos d´Água'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPt1qFBHoeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qJ2wir9I-TY/s72-c/DSC02096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-3650666499124093723</id><published>2008-07-22T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:34:40.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Divino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtvI0aVE6I/AAAAAAAAADA/7RAxkF3ZEic/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtvI0aVE6I/AAAAAAAAADA/7RAxkF3ZEic/s400/DSC02082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258919187183899554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtvJuZ_X1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0IQ7W8zs0eA/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtvJuZ_X1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0IQ7W8zs0eA/s400/DSC02078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258919202751733586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juliano Serra e sua esposa Liliana nos receberam em sua casa depois que viemos do Centro de Cultura Cósmico. Eles com outros amigos inauguraram há pouco tempo um novo centro daimista em Brasília, o "Ser Divino". Ficamos lá uma semana, tivemos convite para ir também conhecer a Madrinha Conceição (o hinário dela fez sucesso no último São João que comemoramos na Aldeia São Joaquim, no Jordão), mas ficou pra próxima vez, só fizemos trabalho com nishipae em casa e no próprio local do Ser Divino, sempre entre amigos e com muitas boas bênçãos de Yuxibu!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtvJXzqihI/AAAAAAAAADI/zSdl2TX6VM0/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtvJXzqihI/AAAAAAAAADI/zSdl2TX6VM0/s400/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258919196685404690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-3650666499124093723?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/3650666499124093723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=3650666499124093723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/3650666499124093723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/3650666499124093723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/07/ser-divino.html' title='Ser Divino'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtvI0aVE6I/AAAAAAAAADA/7RAxkF3ZEic/s72-c/DSC02082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-4719341332838464238</id><published>2008-07-14T13:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:24:01.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Centro de Cultura Cósmica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPts_ajMhoI/AAAAAAAAACo/ThcMfUQl4eA/s1600-h/DSC02067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPts_ajMhoI/AAAAAAAAACo/ThcMfUQl4eA/s400/DSC02067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916826599687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPts_i6QjuI/AAAAAAAAACw/oOjp8qCIYCY/s1600-h/DSC02068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPts_i6QjuI/AAAAAAAAACw/oOjp8qCIYCY/s400/DSC02068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916828843904738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando estávamos em Cuiabá, txai Eduardo se comunicou com o pessoal do Centro de Cultura Cósmico para conseguir uma guarida em nossa chegada a Brasília. Eles disseram que descessemos na rodoviária de Planaltina, pois a sede do Centro fica em Gama e naquele sábado, 12 de julho, teriam trabalho de Daime: na primeira parte, concentração nos moldes da UDV, e na segunda parte, hinário dos presentes do Padrinho Manoel Corrente, o "Caboclo Guerreiro". O comandante, Mestre Allison, nos recebeu em Planaltina, e foi bom lá no Centro também porque conhecemos o Sr. Paulo Espaia, da Funai, que participara do projeto da Casa de Medicina Tradicional Xacriabá que estávamos indo visitar, e ele nos estimulou bastante a esta visita. O Mestre Allison convidou-me para apresentar um pouco da cultura do meu povo Hunikuin, e eu cantei duas canções do huni meká na posição de honra do trabalho. Depois do hinário também rezei muitas pessoas com sopro e orações, e todos ficaram muito contentes com a minha visita. Ah, foi lá também que eu conheci o cipó Caupuri (Tonko Huní), e eles estavam todos carregadinhos de flores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPts_z8atqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lQkHZ13f8jQ/s1600-h/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPts_z8atqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lQkHZ13f8jQ/s400/DSC02073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916833416361634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-4719341332838464238?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/4719341332838464238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=4719341332838464238' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/4719341332838464238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/4719341332838464238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/07/centro-de-cultura-csmica.html' title='Centro de Cultura Cósmica'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPts_ajMhoI/AAAAAAAAACo/ThcMfUQl4eA/s72-c/DSC02067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-796282901782625380</id><published>2008-07-10T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:10:08.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira parada, Porto Velho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtpa5gRtPI/AAAAAAAAACg/X8bCXW0xDIk/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtpa5gRtPI/AAAAAAAAACg/X8bCXW0xDIk/s400/DSC02055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258912900718900466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu, Ixã Dua Bake, Txaná Uri, viajei do município do Jordão, no estado do Acre, no dia 3 de julho de 2008. Foi minha primeira viagem para fora, antes eu só conhecia os municípios de Jordão e Tarauacá, para onde viajava com minha família. Dessa vez vim da Aldeia Belo Monte com meu pai, o pajé Dua Busin, Manoel Vandique Kaxinawá, para participar da inauguração do Centro de Memória Hunikuin dos Rios Tarayá e Yurayá, na Aldeia São Joaquim, sem saber que ia viajar para tão longe. Lá conhecemos o txai Eduardo Bayer, que estava retomando contato com nossos parentes depois de mais de dez anos fora do Acre estudando. Txai Eduardo junto com meu pai e o pajé Inka Muru (Agustinho Manduca Mateus) esteve se reunindo para tratar de um futuro Instituto Yuxibu dos Pajés Hunikuins da Floresta. Meu pai achou importante que eu aproveitasse a oportunidade para viajar com txai Eduardo até o sul, para que eu pudesse aprender mais, para trabalhar com a produção de medicamento tradicional em laboratório. Ele fez uma carta para a Funai de Minas autorizar nossa visita às aldeias xacriabá de São João das Missões, onde o Cimi fez projeto de uma Casa de Medicina Tradicional, e eu embarquei no avião para Rio Branco pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Rio Branco alguns de nossos amigos quiseram se preocupar porque pensavam que eu não ia estar seguro, mas tudo correu bem, e no dia 6 de julho conheci o trabalho espiritual do Centro de Iluminação Cristã Luz Universal, Alto Santo, ao lado de txai Eduardo. Foi muito importante para mim tomar Daime em uma igreja pela primeira vez nesse Dia de São Irineu onde cantavam o hinário do Mestre Raimundo Irineu Serra. Esperamos a primeira oportunidade para viajar, tivemos ajuda de muitos bons amigos, e saímos do Acre na noite de 8 de julho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Porto Velho chegamos dia 9, na casa dos amigos engenheiros florestais Christian Zago e Cáren Andreis, e sua filha Isabela. Com material cedido por nossa amiga Arneide Cemin, da UniR, preparamos nishipae para levarmos aos parentes guarani do Rio Grande do Sul e para os xacriabá do norte de Minas Gerais. De lá embarcamos, dessa vez para Brasília, havendo o amigo Ailton Krenak nos recomendado por telefone que buscássemos conversar com Fernanda Kaingang, do Inbrapi. Foi muito bom ter acreditado em minha missão, pois todos os caminhos se abriram para nós!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-796282901782625380?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/796282901782625380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=796282901782625380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/796282901782625380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/796282901782625380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2008/07/primeira-parada-porto-velho.html' title='Primeira parada, Porto Velho'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/SPtpa5gRtPI/AAAAAAAAACg/X8bCXW0xDIk/s72-c/DSC02055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015002968024529753.post-8441586270400171500</id><published>2007-09-19T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:48:25.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curanderos kallawayas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/RvD87j0F-KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U37MUWtQ4HQ/s1600-h/00153-MED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/RvD87j0F-KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U37MUWtQ4HQ/s400/00153-MED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111863677221730466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A principal atividade dos kallawayas é o exercício de uma medicina ancestral, à qual estão associados diversos ritos e cerimônias que constituem a base da economia local. A cosmovisão andina da cultura kallawaya abarca todo um acervo coerente de mitos, ritos, valores e expressões artísticas. Suas técnicas medicinais, baseadas nos sistemas de crenças dos antigos povos indígenas dos Andes, gozam de um amplo reconhecimento na Bolívia e em numerosos países da América do Sul, onde exercem os médicos-sacerdotes kallawayas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A perda da tradição oral leva à progressiva desaparição de um grande número de práticas culturais nas comunidades indígenas latino-americanas. O que se segue são testemunhos obtidos pela organização &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://perso.worldonline.fr/eclat"&gt;ECLat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; e que ilustram o caso da medicina ancestral e de conhecimento das plantas medicinais kallawaya, na Bolívia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Sobre los viajes tradicionales de los curanderos kallawayas" (Hilarión Suxo, septiembre de 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Primero, íbamos al cerro para un ritual. Salíamos después no más. Los viajes de los kallawayas duran varios meses, tres o cuatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Los que se iban para el canal de Panamá, en el año 1900, duraban cuatro meses, pero ya se murieron todos. Los kallawayas de hoy salen por poco tiempo. Hay quienes viven acá pero que no son nativos de la zona. Ellos llegaron hace poco, se casaron, aprendieron las plantas... pero no es igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Los kallawayas tienen otro idioma. No es el quechua o el aymará o el español... Nosotros lo sabíamos, pero lo estamos olvidando. Es un idioma para hablar entre nosotros los curanderos. Es una lengua secreta... especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Salí de viaje por primera vez cuando tenía 14 años, con otros kallawayas mayores. Así, aprendí a curar y vender mis jarabes, parches, pomadas... Viajábamos a pie. El primer viaje fue hasta el Perú. Íbamos de casa en casa. A veces, nos quedábamos dos o tres días en lugares donde no había ninguna casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dormíamos en grutas.. ¡Eso es la vida del nómada! A veces sin comida. Llevábamos pan, pita molida (cereal) y azúcar. Tomábamos eso con agua fría no más. Para llegar a Cuzco y regresar nos demorábamos 45 días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sobre los rituales y lugares sagrados kallawayas" (Hilarión Suxo y Pedro Huaqui, octubre de 1998):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilarión: Como decía mi abuelo: cada uno de nosotros nace con sus achachillas (cerro sagrado). Este achachilla (cerro Larwachijuani, comunidad de Pampa Blanca) hace parte de mis achachillas. Mucha gente ya no hace rituales en los cerros, para los achachillas, porque muchos de ellos no saben que son lugares sagrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pedro: Sí. Es un poco triste porque la gente casi no sale a los cerros. Este achachilla está abandonado. Podríamos pasar un ritual aquí para nuestros viajes y la salud... Podríamos hacerlo. La gente ya no sube porque es un poco de sacrificio, un poco pesado subir... pero siempre es mejor hacerlo. Yo siempre paso rituales para mi salud y la cosecha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilarión: Antes, había una casita donde se guardaba todo el material para los rituales platos, velas, conchas Ya no queda nada, todo se cayó. El día que hagamos rituales otra vez podríamos arreglarlo todo ¡Pero no así no más! Hay que pedirle permiso al espíritu de la montaña. Si no, él nos podría castigar o hacernos enfermar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Es que tiene su poder. Tendríamos que darle una comida o prepararle un ritual para pedirle el permiso para reconstruir la casa Es igual que nosotros: no te puedo quitar los zapatos sin preguntarte antes, o el gorro Si te lo quito así no más, te puedes enfadar. Pues, es igual para el achachilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Es como un hombre, una persona tiene un nombre, una casa, su fuerza. Con un ritual, es como si le damos de comer. Si le preparamos una buena comida, se quedará tranquilo y podremos arreglar el lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sobre el origen de la coca" (Hilarión Suxo, noviembre de 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivía una mujer extraordinaria en una región de los Andes. Su belleza era magnífica. Tenía mucho encanto y era muy presumida. Era una diosa. Cuando tomaba un aspecto humano compartía con los hombres su encanto con caricias hechizantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero la conducta de esta mujer despertó los celos de las esposas y las protestas morales de los ancianos que la persiguieron Y la mataron. La enterraron en una tierra fecunda, en un lugar donde llovía mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Del polvo de su cuerpo nació un arbusto chiquitito, cuyas hojas tenían propiedades maravillosas. Esas hojas tenían la fuerza de aliviar los dolores y el optimismo de la vida. La diosa se vengó de las esposas haciendo que sus maridos sufran de la permanente tentación de masticar aquellas hojas maravillosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fuente: ECLat - Échanges Cultures Latinoamericains C/O Centre Social Baussenque 34, rue Baussenque 130002 Marseille, eclat@worldonline.fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Contos e Mitos em torno da Dança e Música KALLAWAYA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a) QATI – QATI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;El qati – qati, es una cabeza que camina por el aire produciendo un ruido parecido al chirriar de los goznes de una puerta cuando se abre o se cierra (criac, criac), traducido literalmente, qati qati, quiere decir que persigue, cuando se pega y no se desprende. El qati- qati, se llama también “Uma – phawa”. Se hace presente en las noches y se posa en los techos de las casas, de los hombres malos, de los maldicientes, de los adúlteros, de los incestuosos. El qati- qati es la cabeza humana que camina chorreando sangre y clamando castigo para el homicida; es la voz de los machulas que hace temblar a los hombres que se apartan de los preceptos y normas. Cuando un Kallawaya es amenazado de muerte, la amenaza no le intranquiliza; el amenazado contesta que el qati – qati se encargará de vengar su muerte. El qati – qati, es por otra parte como la justicia divina que se erige dentro del corazón humano, para torturar al criminal, por su mal proceder, es algo así como el remordimiento constante de la conciencia ejercitada desde afuera y que presiona hacia el fuero interno de los hombres incitándolos a obrar siempre el bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    El qati – qati persigue a los malhechores arreándolos al precipicio; es la voz de los dioses que delata al criminal, la justicia divina que castiga con la muerte a los delincuentes. Cuando un criminal siente la presencia del qati – qati su desesperación no tiene límites, porque entrevé su muerte próxima; pero si un hombre honrado tropieza con esta cabeza, no tiene nada que temer, por que no hace daño alguno a los justos, más bien los ampara. El Uma – phawa, se denomina también Uma – Khawa, es el ojo de la providencia que siempre está vigilante para proceder a las malas acciones; su aparición significa, que por en medio existe algún malhechor. El qati- qati, es la divinidad moralizadora, encargada de castigar a los delincuentes, es el tusuy-rikujuma o cabeza vigilante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b) ASILLO O jinqhi jinqhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;El Asillo o Jinqhi jinqhi, es el ajayu de aquellas personas anormales o degeneradas que llegaron a tener relaciones amorosas con sus parientes inmediatos, el padre con la hija, el hermano con la hermana, el hijo con la madre, la abuela con el nieto; es decir cuando se comete incesto. Dentro de la legislación consuetudinaria de los Kallawayas, estos hechos se consideran como graves delitos (qayllapura wayar chayruy). Los ajayos de estas personas cuando mueren se condenan y vagan llorando en el mundo de los vivos como expiación por su monstruoso crimen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    La palabra Asillo es término kallawaya, en quechua se denomina jinqhi jinqhi. Hace su aparición solamente desde las 24 horas hasta las dos de la mañana: dicen que su vestido es de color café y lleva un cucurucho en la cabeza. Las personas que se encuentran con este fantasma sufren terribles conmociones psíquicas, unas veces les brota sangre de la nariz, es decir se les presenta una hemorragia tan abundante que en su mayor parte suele terminar con la muerte; otras veces les sobreviene una enajenación mental que degenera en locura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    El asillo generalmente se encuentra en los lugares donde hay cementerios y apachetas con cruz. Un vientesillo particular anuncia la aparición de este fantasma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c) YAWAR CHHUNQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Son brujos que se alimentan con la sangre humana. Tienen las uñas muy desarrolladas y afiladas como gilletes; con ellas cortan las arterias de la persona embrujada, le aplican los labios al corte y le succionan la sangre sin desprenderse de la herida hasta agotarla por completo, y la victima por anemia. Entre los Yawar chchunqa tenemos los vampiros, que son parientes del supay y del Jinchuq’añu; este último dicen que es una avecita que tiene la cara de gato, algo así como un búho enano. Estos animales chupan la sangre de los que no tienen ánimo fuerte, o sea de los tímidos, causándoles la muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por el Prof. Gualberto Sirpa y estudiantes del octavo paralelo del &lt;a href="http://www.laprensa.com.bo/3pacha/20060824/3pacha3.htm"&gt;INS SB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conheça o site &lt;a href="http://www.kallawaya.elgratissitio.com/"&gt;Kallawaya Sin Fronteras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RAUSH!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015002968024529753-8441586270400171500?l=txanauri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/feeds/8441586270400171500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5015002968024529753&amp;postID=8441586270400171500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/8441586270400171500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015002968024529753/posts/default/8441586270400171500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txanauri.blogspot.com/2007/09/curanderos-kallawayas.html' title='Curanderos kallawayas'/><author><name>Eduardo Bayer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eoTwo9i7lfc/RvD87j0F-KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U37MUWtQ4HQ/s72-c/00153-MED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
