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Luna: Awww o Luka vai adorar essa amiguinha! ♥____♥
Luna tinha procurado vários brinquedos para o Luka. Ele era o mais novinho na casa, mas dificilmente gostava de brincar com eletronicos. Observando, ela percebia que junto com o Hiver e os fantochinhos, Luka se divertia adoidado e não demorou muito para pedir emprestado o ursinho.
Era tão fofo!!
Luna: Meu bebezinho vai ficar tão feliz! Então coloco a mão aqui e a boquinha mexe. AWWWW KA-KAWAIIヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ Agora precisa de um nome e tem que ser bem bonitinho pra--
"Mas eu ja tenho nome Ó3Ò"
Uma vozinha saia do bichinho, abrindo e fechando a boca sem nem ao menos Luna mexer a mão.
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Luna: AI MEU DEUS DO CÉU!!! ＼(º △ º l|l)/ TA VIVO, TA VIVO!!!
Pisti: Moça, moça!!! @△ @ T___T Bububu- buaaaaaaa
O ursinho começava a chorar enquanto Luna tremia feito maré verde, parando quando percebia o pequeno em sua mão muito assustado, quebrando uma partizinha do seu coração. Ela não aguentava ver alguém fofo triste. Melhor, ninguém triste.
Luna: Owwn Ç ~ Ç n-não chore amiguinho. Desculpe te balançar, mas.. mas…. Quem é você?
Pisti: Sou Pisti (Ç3Ç) e.. sou amigo do Hiver. Ele disse que queria alguém que conversasse com ele, então ç___ç comecei a falar.
Luna: O___O………. Unn, bom você faz ele feliz óuò’’'' Gosta de fazer amizades, Pisti?
Pisti: Uhum uhum *3* *3* Quanto mais amiguinhos, melhor! ^3^
Luna tinha quase uma crise de fofura ali. Era uma criaturinha adorável e macia, mesmo que não soubesse o “verdadeiro” motivo de enfeitiçar um fantoche, mas.. AWWWWWWW quem se importa!????
Luna: Ooooooooiiiiin você é tão fofinho! ♥____♥ Ai maria da bicicletinha, Pisti! Posso cuidar de você?? Acho que o Hiver não vai se importar e você também não, né?? ♥ ♥
Pisti: Ele disse que você é uma moça muito legal! ♥ >w< E é bonita também! ~~chuuu ♥
E quem disse que a Luna esqueceu completamente que ia levar para o Luka? Hein hein? G___G Ahhh *Suspiro profundo* Ainda bem que o bebe e o pai são iguais. Dois ursos que dormem o ano inteiro, basta cair no sofá com uma coberta!
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Sinto que alguém não vai ficar feliz se descobrir isso XDDD NADA FELIZ,ou saudável.
Every each puppet has a three rods: one is fixed to the body, while the other two fixed to each hand.
HONK! Parade from Davis Square in Somerville through Porter Square to Harvard Square in Cambridge. Pasting from the honkfest.org site:
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The Honk Parade this year will include most of the Honk bands plus a wide array of community groups, each responding to the theme of “Reclaim the Streets for Horns, Bikes, and Feet” in their own way. The goal of the parade is to create a spectacular processional theater piece with striking visual images and plenty of brass band music in order to show by example how our streets and public spaces can function as places for community celebration and fun, as well as for their everyday practical purposes. The parade showcases alternative modes of transportation (pedicabs, bicycles, feet) and celebrates the possibilities of live performance as a mode for entertaining and thoughtful inspiration.
The local organizations inventing colorful processional street spectacle for the Honk Parade include community performance groups such as the Open Air Circus, the Boston Hoop Troop, Tumbling for Two, the Royal Frog Ballet, the Disbanded Drill Team, and Can-Can Revolution; activist groups such as the Livable Streets Alliance, Food not Bombs, Somerville Climate Action, Veterans for Peace, the Red Bandanna Brigade, the Green Streets Initiative, the Tufts University Peace and Justice Group; and fascinating art and performance projects such as Mitch Ryerson’s Star Wheel, the Endangered Species with Lipstick parading comparsa, the world-renowned Bread and Puppet Theater of Vermont, Jamaica Plain’s Spontaneous Celebrations, and Harvard University’s Hasty Pudding Club. The parade has also attracted neighbors joining together to have fun, such as Somerville’s Barbecue Co-op, which is constructing a four-wheeled wagon full of pigs (children in costumes) to be pulled by a contingent of chefs (their parents, also in costumes).
Nitsana Lazarus brought her amazing show Puppet Commotion back to the library. The kids loved all of the different puppets and the audience participation.
Each puppet requires three highly skilled people to operate. The result is a figure that moves like a human.
China. Fujian province. Xiamen.
Built in 1921, Hi Heaven (Chinese: 海天堂) is the largest old villas on the Gulangyu Island, Xiamen City. Nicknamed as "the Xintiandi" in Xiamen, which is a recreational zone akin to the one in Shanghai, Hi Heaven is the most fashionable and exquisite cultural attraction on the island.
Hi Heaven consists of five buildings, of which three of them are opened to the public, namely No.34, No. 38 and No.42. The No.34 is a café, decorated in southeast Asia style, is a perfect place for a leisure coffee and mind wandering in a sunshine afternoon. The No. 38 is the most characteristic architecture, which is an art gallery displaying the past stories of the old villas and the celebrities once living there. No.42 is a performance center for the Chinese non-material cultural heritages, the magnificent ancient South Music and the fantastic Puppet Show. South Music was formed in Tang Dynasty, which is a performance of a group of people playing with different Chinese orchestral instruments, such as Pipa (a plucked string instrument) and Xiao (a vertical bamboo flute). Puppet show is a traditional show of puppet acrobatics and dramas in China which can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms Period.
As a combinative model of Chinese style and western style, Hi Heaven standing among the numerous exotic architectures in Gulangyu looks vividly unique. Built in symmetrical layout, with a traditional Chinese gateway and overhanging multi-eaves, the walls and corners are also in Chinese ways, while the columns of the buildings are in ancient Greek style, and most of the window decorations are in western style. The central building of Hi Heaven was once a foreign club, and later rebuilt into a palatial architecture by the returned overseas Chinese Huang Xiulang. The most originality of this building is its pavilion-shaped roof with a magic gourd on the top. This "pavilion" is a decorated octangle caisson ceiling which can be accessible from the stairways on the second floor. All the lintels of gates, windows, corridors and halls adorned with cement carving, corners with flowers and plants, and beams with dragon and phoenix
Deity puppets on sale in Durbar Square, Kathmandu, Nepal
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Company: Heartland
Set: Puppet plush
Year: 2008?
Size: Medium
Made in: Japan
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A river of puppets in a park, © L. Connolly.
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Displays of puppets from around the world, at the Museum Wayang in Jakarta. Including Michael Jordon and a few others.
I saw this freaky puppet displayed inside a glass cabinet in a children's museum. It looks like Jose Rizal, our national hero.
Theater. On the third day of rain they had killed so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo had to cross his drenched courtyard and throw them into the sea, because the newborn child had a temperature all night and they thought it was due to the stench. The world had been sad since Tuesday. Sea and sky were a single ash-gray thing and the sands of the beach, which on March nights glimmered like powdered light, had become a stew of mud and rotten shellfish. The light was so weak at noon that when Pelayo was coming back to the house after throwing away the crabs, it was hard for him to see what it was that was moving and groaning in the rear of the courtyard. He had to go very close to see that it was an old man, a very old man, lying face down in the mud, who, in spite of his tremendous efforts, couldn’t get up, impeded by his enormous wings.
Frightened by that nightmare, Pelayo ran to get Elisenda, his wife, who was putting compresses on the sick child, and he took her to the rear of the courtyard. They both looked at the fallen body with a mute stupor. He was dressed like a ragpicker. There were only a few faded hairs left on his bald skull and very few teeth in his mouth, and his pitiful condition of a drenched great-grandfather took away any sense of grandeur he might have had. His huge buzzard wings, dirty and half-plucked, were forever entangled in the mud. They looked at him so long and so closely that Pelayo and Elisenda very soon overcame their surprise and in the end found him familiar. Then they dared speak to him, and he answered in an incomprehensible dialect with a strong sailor’s voice. That was how they skipped over the inconvenience of the wings and quite intelligently concluded that he was a lonely castaway from some foreign ship wrecked by the storm. And yet, they called in a neighbor woman who knew everything about life and death to see him, and all she needed was one look to show them their mistake.
“He’s an angel,” she told them. “He must have been coming for the child, but the poor fellow is so old that the rain knocked him down.”