A mitologia africana/ Autor(a): Newton FreitasArtigo sobre a mitologia africana.http://www.newton.freitas.nom.br/artigos.asp?cod=160O papel das Mascaras na cultura africana /http://ritafro.arteblog.com.br/96210/O-Papel-das-Mascaras-na-Cultura-Africana/ Poesia Quem sou eu de: Luis Gama http://www.jornaldepoesia.jor.br/lgama01.html Biografia de Clovis Moura escrita por Erica Mesquita, mestre e doutora em Sociologia da UNICAMP , em 2004.http://www.afroasia.ufba.br/pdf/31_5_clovis.PDF 8-2-2013Saida do Bloco Afro lu Oba De MinCortejo do Bloco Afro Ilu Oba De Mn pelas ruas do centro da cidade. Concentracao a partir das 19h30 no Viaduto Major Quedinho. Vamos juntos saudar as Yabas. Saida do Bloco as 21h Carnaval 2013 - As Yabas Deusas do Axe O Instituto Luiz Gama (ILG) e uma associacao civil sem fins lucrativos formada por um grupo de juristas, academicos e militantes dos movimentos sociais que atua na defesa das causas populares, com enfase nas questoes sobre os negros, as minorias e os direitos humanos. http://www.institutoluizgama.org.br/quemsomos.htm Artigo sobre a importancia de Luis Gama na luta para alcancar a tao sonhada da abolicao.http://www.conjur.com.br/2010-abr-20/justica-historia-historia-luiz-gama-advogado-escravos Poesias de Luis Gama.http://www.antoniomiranda.com.br/poesia_brasis/bahia/luis_gama.html THE SLEEPER(by Edgar Alan Poe)A T midnight, in the month of June,I stand beneath the mystic moon.An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,Exhales from out her golden rim,And, softly dripping, drop by drop,Upon the quiet mountain-top,Steals drowsily and musicallyInto the universal valley.The rosemary nods upon the grave;The lily lolls upon the wave;Wrapping the mist about its breast,The ruin moulders into rest;Looking like Lethe, see, the lakeA conscious slumber seems to take,And would not for the world awake.All beauty sleeps! and, lo! where liesWith casement open to the skiesIrene with her destinies!O, lady bright, can it be right,This lattice open to the night?The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,Flit through thy chamber, in and out,And wave the curtain-canopySo fitfully, so fearfully,Above the closed and fringed lid'Neath which thy slumbering soul lies hid,That o'er the floor and down the wall,Like ghosts, the shadows rise and fall.O, lady dear, hast thou no fear?Why and what art thou dreaming here?Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas,A wonder to these garden-trees!Strange is thy pallor strange thy dress Strange thy glorious length of tress,And this all-solemn silentness!The lady sleeps. O, may her sleep,Which is enduring, so be deep!Soft may the worms about her creep!This bed, being changed for one more holy,This room for one more melancholy,I pray to GOD that she may lieForever with unclosed eye!My love, she sleeps. O, may her sleep,As it is lasting, so be deep!Heaven have her in its sacred keep!Far in the forest, dim and old,For her may some tall tomb unfold Some tomb that oft hath flung its blackAnd wing-like pannels, fluttering back,Triumphant o'er the crested pallsOf her grand family funerals, Some sepulchre, remote, alone,Against whose portal she hath thrown,In childhood, many an idle stone, Some vault from out whose sounding doorShe ne'er shall force an echo more,Nor thrill to think, poor child of sin,It was the dead who groan'd within.18th, April, 1842.Available in: http://www.poebrasil.com.br/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=214&Itemid=57 Where are you now?You used to be here...keeping me safe...though silently broken...I wonder:What are you looking for this time?(Written by Blark) THE GARDEN OF LOVE(By William Blake)I went to the Garden of Love,And saw what I never had seen;A Chapel was built in the