Mara Manzan faleceu hoje (13/11/09) aos 57 anos

Por Simone Patrocínio

Quem não lembra de alguma personagem de Mara Manzan? Dona de uma risada escandalosa, era uma figura divertida e que mesmo com os pequenos papéis em novelas da TV Globo conseguia destaca no núcleo. Seu último trabalho foi a viúva indiana ”Dona Ashima” em “Caminho das Índias“. Também participou de vários trabalhos no cinema. Em 2008, durante o período de gravação da novela “Duas Caras“, como Amara, descobriu que estava com câncer no pulmão. Foi operada por Drauzio Varella no mesmo ano e continuou sua luta contra a doença. Teve também câncer no útero e nos ovários. Mara Manzan faleceu hoje no Hospital Rio’s Do’r, onde estava hospitalizada desde o dia 6 de novembro. Ela tinha 57 anos.

Trabalhos na TV
2009 – Caminho das Índias …. Dona Ashima.
2007 – Duas Caras …. Amara
2006 – Cobras & Lagartos …. Marilene
2005 – América …. mãe de Creuza
2004 – Senhora do Destino …. Janice
2004 – Da Cor do Pecado …. cliente de Pai Helinho
2003 – Kubanacan …. Agatha
2001 – O Clone …. Odete
1999 – Terra Nostra …. costureira do vestido de Giuliana
1998 – Você Decide …. Marly
1999 – Ô Coitado …. Cráudia
1998 – Pecado Capital …. Alzira
1998 – Hilda Furacão …. Nevita
1996 – Salsa e Merengue …. Sexta-feira
1994 – A Viagem …. Edméia

Matérias relacionadas
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Atriz Mara Manzan morre no Rio de Janeiro

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Did this one a long time ago, back in May (long time ago!) but never got around to scanning it. Now I’ve finally scanned it. Some colour tweaking done on computer.

Last year, I went on a too-short trip of South-East Asia: Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos. Something about the trip really left an impression on me. To be honest, most trips to other countries do, but South-East Asia was a place that I had never been to before. I had little to no knowledge of the place as a real Place, so the trip was a really interesting experience for me. It seems like I need to go back and experience it once more, but in more depth, next year.

So now I’m really taken with the vibe of parts of South-East Asia. I’m beginning to feel that my pictures are all of places that don’t exist, but have their roots and flavours firmly in this one. In this picture I have two of my characters from a pet project featured. Kiet, the little ‘monk-in-training’ and Amara, the girl looking into and through the window.

Es wurde von Tag zu Tag unruhiger in Tagorien. König Roghan hatte seine Armee ins Heerlager befohlen. Die Entscheidung schien immer näher zu rücken.

Vor kurzem wurde ein Stoßtrupp von Elitekriegern der Orks im Süden der Stadt Kjels entdeckt. Sie hatten allerdings bisher keine Anstalten gemacht, dichter an die Stadt heran zu rücken.

Beunruhigend war auch eine andere Nachricht, die Roghan aus der Gegend am Borzagebirge bekam: Zwei mögliche Krieger mit seltsamen Waffen und Gesichtsschutz wurden dort gesichtet.

Osirian war sich nicht sicher, was diese beiden Fremden zu bedeuten hatten. Eine neue List des Feindes oder war hier vielleicht etwas anderes in Bewegung? Etwas, von dem sich Osirian kaum eine Vorstellung machen konnte? Vielleicht wusste Amara mehr.

She sounds a little bit like an Avon fragrance from the 80s, but is actually an intriguing international choice, with roots from Africa to Romania and beyond.

Thanks to Laney McDonald for suggesting Amara as Name of the Day.

As it happens, the name Amara has multiple origins.  Options include:

• The African connection refers to the Igbo people.  Their traditional home is in modern-day Nigeria, and the culture has ancient roots.  Trouble is, the slave trade and colonization by the British decimated their ranks.  I can’t confirm if Amara – said to mean “grace” – is a traditional name or a 20th century development;
• The Ethiopian Amhara people often attribute their name to the word amari – again, meaning gracious or beautiful;
• Some have linked it to a Greek word for beautiful or a Greek word for eternal;
• It’s tempting to link Amara to the Latin amor or amare – to love;
• Some list Amara as a deity in Cambodian mythology, while others list it as the place name for paradise among Ethiopian cultures;
• On a very different note, amara beetles can be found in many parts of the world;
• You might hear Amarah or Al-Amarah on the news – it is the name of a city in Iraq, as well as a lake in Romania;
• Venture back to the fourth century and Amara Sinha was a poet – a male poet;
• In the sixteenth century, another male Amara ruled Sennar, in the north of Sudan.

And that Avon perfume?  Actually, it was Imari – named after a town in Japan famed for its porcelain wares in the 1600s.

But none of these alone seem to explain Amara’s rise.  She entered the US Top 1000 for the first time in 2000, at #798.  She’s shifted since then, but slowly climbed to #578 as of last year.

Amara also appears as a character name in both Sailor Moon and the X-Men, lending her a sci-fi vibe.  You might’ve spotted actress Amara Karan in 2007’s The Darjeeling Limited.  It seems likely that Amara came out of this pop culture soup, rather than any single source.

In fact, it is probably Amara’s international vibe that pushes some parents to choose her.  When a child’s roots are, say, Jamaican and Greek, or Honduran and Scottish, sometimes choosing something that feels tied to no specific heritage is the best compromise.

Amara also fits well with other names in vogue.  She’s an exotic version of Amelia or Amanda, and a fresh take on Amy or Amber.  The similarly international Amaya is also on the rise.  Amari, Amira, Amiyah, Amya, Amani, Amirah and Amaris probably appeal to the same parents. 

While Amara is a bit rootless, that may be her very appeal.

In zilele tomnatice cand fericirea sta la casa ei, si evita marea masa a populatiei cu scopul de a se proteja impotriva virozelor sezoniere, indivizii acestei tari, brusc, incep sa rimeze cu poezia lui Stephen Crane.

In desert
Am vazut o creatura, goala, ca o fiara,
Care, ghemuita la pamant,
Isi tinea inima in maini,
Si manca din ea.

Am spus: “E buna, prietene?”
“E amara – amara”, mi-a raspuns;
“Dar imi place
Pentru ca e amara,
Si pentru ca e inima mea.”

Dornici sa evitam aglomeratia dintre Brasov si Bucuresti, am ales sa mergem spre mare pe la Intorsura Buzaului, Siriu, Nehoiu, Buzau, Amara(tabara din clasa a V-a… ce vremuri…), Slobozia, Cernavoda, Constanta, Vama Veche. Drumul de la Intorsura pana la Buzau este foarte frumos si am avut o dimineata ca-n povesti, fericiti ca in sfarsit gradele incep sa urce nu sa coboare ca la Sfanta Ana.

Spre Slobozia am simtit dogoarea campiei, m-am bucurat de o piata formata adhoc intr-o intersectie  unde se vindeau pepeni pe nimica toata si mi-as fi dorit sa cumpar cate ceva de la toate mamaitele care te imbiau care mai de care cu roadele gradinii. Partea asta de tara parea toropita de soarele puternic, parca totul era dat in rascopt si fantanile cu cumpana erau mai dese decat copacii. Un desert cu fantani cu cumpana…nu stiu de ce, aparitia lor scheletica nu ma facea sa cred ca ai putea supravietui prea mult in acele locuri.

“Pe o lunga si aspra si stearpa sosea

Era o fantana cu ciutura grea …”

Restul drumului a trecut ca prin farmec si am ajuns la VAMA. Am fost hotarata sa ma bucur de orice,  sa iau partea buna a lucrurilor, asa ca nu are rost sa va povestesc despre ce nu mi-a placut… au fost destule… Va voi spune doar ca e minunat sa stai la cort la doi metri de mare,  sa adormi si sa te trezesti in sunetul valurilor, e minunat sa vezi delfini inotand in tandem la ora 6 dimineata la 5o de metri de tine, e minunat sa te bucuri de cea mai limpede si mai albastra apa de pe litoralul nostru si, mai ales, e minunat ca toate acestea sa fie firesti.

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been stealing a large number of pills from the medical cabinet. Fluffy found out. She called in both Amara and I, seeing as we’re the only other two members of The Pack with keys to the cabinet, and asked us why so much of the inventory was missing. Now, normally I can bull-shit my way out of these kind of things but Amara kept elbowing me and giving me that look that just screamed: I know it’s you, so just fess-up. Ratbag sheila.

So, I told Fluffy that I had been pilfering drugs. She demanded an explanation but I couldn’t tell the sheila why. At first, it was just for the occasional free-high but now, since my run-in with Tanner a week back, I’ve been stealing them for another reason. I want to disappear, convince my family and friends that I’ve died, release myself from the binds the Dames have put on me, separate myself from Tanner. It’ll all go much smoother if they believe that I’m dead. If they believe that I’m never coming back. Then, I could live my life on my own and I wouldn’t have to worry about harming the people I care about.

But then, why steal the drugs? Because if something does go wrong; if the Dames decide to hunt me down, if I get injured in the process, if Saki decides she’s going to try to keep me around by force then I’ll need some kind of medical supplies to fall back on.

But, I couldn’t tell all of this to Fluffy. So, I just told her that it was complicated, that I might be in danger and to leave it at that.

She let me keep the pills seeing as they were already cross-contaminated with others and were, in her mind, now useless. She even fulfilled my other request and gave me a bottle of bleach, something that might prove useful if this all falls through correctly. So, I bagged the pills and the bottle of bleach up, tied them to a rock and hid them in the sewer along with some clothing, my baseball bat, my knife and some additional medical supplies.

After all, if anyone is going to come after me; I want to be ready.

Am revenit ! In forta! Vesela,optimista..stiti voi,soarele straluceste,pasarelele canta,eu trebuie sa-mi caut de munca )

Am avut timp o saptamana sa imi aranjez prioritatile,sa-mi ordonez sentimentele..nu toate,cateva raman neclare,cateva au fost batute in cuie. Cat despre ganduri,ele au fost frumos aranjate in biblioteca mintii mele,acum stiu de unde sa le iau si fiecare om are fisa personala

Sunt bronzata,inca bruneta,dar in curand blonda..am zis ca totusi radacinile insista sa spuna adevarul despre mine asa ca le ajut putin

Altceva …ummm,nimic. Deocamdata e devreme,nu am stare sa scriu,voiam doar sa ma trec prezenta si activa,o sa revin cu un scurt rezumat

Asaaaa…de vreo 5 zile la mare, poze putine, cafea si mai putina, relaxare, zgomot de valuri, peisaje frumoase,
Nu ma descurc cu porcaria asta de galerie de la wordpress, asa ca va zic din aduceri aminte (in cateva cuvinte…cine-si mai aduce aminte de unde e are o bere).

Am plecat spre mare sambata pe la 9 dimineata, cu gandul ca trebuia sa mergem pe la Amara (langa Slobozia). Am mers pe autostrada binisor pana la Drajna, apoi am avut parte de un drumeag destul de bun pana la Amara. Pe acolo am descoperit ca este patria libelulelor (vezi poza 1). Bineinteles, si a vrabiilor (poza 2), ca doar acolo unde este mancare destula, hop si ele. Dupa o pauza binemeritata, am luat-o frumos spre Calarasi ca tocmai fusesem anuntati ca pe A2 era mare accident si coada se intindea pe vreo 10 km, asa ca , natural, am gasit solutia salvatoare: “Hai sa trecem Dunarea cu bacul, ca si asa nu am fost niciodata. Fis si zacut. Pe drum am avut parte de avioane care aterizau pe langa drum si de drumuri atat de drepte incat am crezut ca este o greseala a cartografului care a tras o linie dreapta intre Drajna si Calarasi (bine, sa o zicem p-aia dreapta, de fapt am crezut ca era beat).
In fine, dupa ceva timp am ajuns la bac, am asteptat cam o ora intr-o caldura de-a dreptul molesitoare, a fost frumos si pe bac, am vazut un fel de insula cu cateva colonii de pescarusi si de ciori, iar cand am trecut pe malul celalalt, ei bine, am crezut ca am trecut in alta tara. In tara de care mai citeam prin povesti, cu pescari si campuri de vita de vie cat vezi cu ochii, cu dealuri desertice si totusi cu cu multa verdeata. Era totul atat de mort si totusi simteai viata cu decurge la o rata mult mai mica decat cea a noastra. Stau acum si ma intreb daca oamenii aia se grabesc vreodata. Scurt pe doi, am ocolit A2 si Cernavoda si Medgidia prin sud, printr-un peisaj superb dar cu drumuri mai putin bune. Am uitat sa fac poza la anuntul primarie ca se incepe “pietruirea strazilor”. Nu, nu asfaltarea, ci pietruirea
Asaaaa…am fost si prin Adamclisi, dar nu mai puteam sta foarte mult, deja termometrul de la bord arata 46-47 de grade cand stateam in soare si cam 38 la viteza mare. Oricum, ne-am oprit sa vedem ruinele cetatii si monumentul.
Am reusit pe seara sa ajungem unde ne cazasem, in Navodari.

Si ca sa o mai scurtez, ca sunt in vacanta si nu am chef de scris: Am iesit pe plaja, am admirat frumusetile naturii, si valurile cam de juma de metru, doritorii de adrenalina cu parapanta (sau paraski, sau ceva de genul). Am reusit abia joi sa ne trezim destul de devreme incat sa prindem si noi un rasarit (si nici ala macar asa cum imi dorem eu, ca soarele deja terminase baia in mare cand am ajuns noi pe plaja). Dar deh, mai sunt zile. vreo 9 sper .

Putin mai in larg era un teritoriu de pescuit, ingradit si din care la ora 7 deja pescarii se intorceau cu prada pentru restaurantul cu specific pescaresc de pe plaja.

Pentru cei care cred ca “Marea Neagra sucks”, am gasit vreo doua locuir (pe care nu vreau sa vi le spun) unde marea este clara, limpede si curata. si unde am vazut si crabi de vreo 3 feluri (pe doi ii aveti si in poze), bancuri de puiet de peste , de scoici si meduze (cred de fapt ca asta este o gradinita a marii, ca astazi venise si o trupa de puradei cu domnisoarele educatoare).

Anyway, p-aici sunt pozele, urarile mele de bine pentru voi si promisiunea ca mai revin cu poze peste cateva zile, ca eu ma duc in locul unde pe harta ar trebui sa scrie “Here be dragons”.

According to Al Jazeera,

“Hundreds of people are believed to have sold kidneys and other organs through dealers in the [Iraqi] capital, Baghdad, over the last year. Karim Hussein made the long journey from Amara, a province in the south of Iraq, to Baghdad because he was desperate for the $3,000 he would get from the sale of a kidney there.”

The report describes only half the equation. Sure, people are driven to desperate practices out of poverty, but criminalizing them increases risk more than deterrence. The second half of the equation includes those who purchase kidneys to remain alive, people who are undeterred by much. Would people be permitted to sell their organs legally, the black market would be eliminated, the supply of kidneys would increase, the costs would decrease, and the seller’s safety would be ensured. A kidney in Iraq costs $15,000, with most the money going to the kidney dealer who must outweigh his risk by profit. This risk would be eliminated by the legalization of kidney sales.

In the end, legalizing kidney sales would provide those who need kidneys far better—and legal—access. Moreover, when it’s a life or death situation, people will consult the black market for their remedies. Kidney purchases are no exception.

On a related note, what right does the government have to tell people whether or not they can sell parts of their body—the most obvious “personal” property.

Withdrawal sucks, plain and simple.

Last night, I was wandering around the ruins looking for something, someone, anything that could give me the high I’ve been looking for. The free bags of synthnip that once lined Midian City’s streets are gone and, like a true connoisseur of drugs, I was suffering because of this. I was shaking, sweating and babbling incoherently when I stumbled upon Lily and a young white-haired sheila perched atop one of the ruined buildings outside The Pack’s den. They were talking and Lily was holding, what appeared to be, a needle. Come to find out, the needle was filled with heroine. She threw it away, tossed it into the river below; ruining any chance I had at getting the high I needed.

But, when the white-haired sheila sitting beside Lily produced a second syringe from inside her jacket, I began to calm down. She seemed to want to help me. Give me the charge I’d been in search of for the last couple of hours. Lily, on the other hand, had other ideas. She took the syringe from the sheila and proceeded to stick it down the front of her pants. Yeah, if there’s one thing Lily hasn’t learned about me yet; it’s that I’ll gladly dive into a woman’s lap if there’s a drug hidden inside. So, I did. Lily fought back. She screamed, elbowed me, punched me in the stomach until I was laying on my back; unable to move.

So, I simply laid there; listening to Lily as she yelled at the white-haired sheila, listening to Amara as she approached and was filled in on what had happened, listening to the young girl below as she was tormented by the pair for carrying heroine around in her pocket… as if she were still an ankle bitter. I couldn’t take it any more. Harsh words like weak, coward, slave; falling on my ears like claws against steel. It was almost as if the other two Pack members were directing their words at me as well as at the white-haired sheila. So, I forced myself up to my feet and confronted the two. The stranger had been punished enough and, neither Lily or Amara had any idea what kind of pain she was going through.

The same pain I was feeling.
Beaten. Confused. Lost.

We’re both bound to something we can’t get away from, no matter how hard we try.

As I was leaving the group, Amara told me that the sheila shouldn’t have any self-pride because she had been a prisoner of the Nashos. She’d been tortured, tormented and abused against her will. But, truth be told, that girl has more pride and self-respect than I’ve ever had. She didn’t choose to be someone else’s prisoner, she didn’t give up her dignity, she continued to fight. She managed to escape her captor, she managed to survive.

Life boils down to one thing, how we deal with pain. How we overcome our fears.

If the drugs help her laugh until her time comes, then let her laugh.

Gen,maine plec cu ai mei in statiunea curului ..Amara…Sa speram ca dupa ce ma intorc o sa am bateriile incarcate si o sa fiu bronzata )

N-am vrut sa plec,am vrut sa plec…sunt in totala contradictie cu mine insami. Sper doar ca dupa astea 3 zile sa ma lecuiesc de micile obsesii pe care le-am capatat in ultima vreme…eventual sa ma destind,sa uit de lumea din jur. Sincer,voiam sa-mi las telefonul acasa,dar fetele au admiterea si pentru nimic in lume nu as pierde momentele alea..

Sunt obosita si am impresia ca nu mai sunt in propriul corp…so,good night…ne auzim peste cateva zile.

Amarakosa, Amarasinha’s Sanskrit thesaurus well-known to every Sanskrit student, is the oldest work of the kind now extant. According to tradition Amarasimha was one of the nine distinguished men (nava ratna) of the court of King Vikramaditya (4th Century CE).

The Amarakosha consists of verses that can be easily memorized. It is divided into three khandas or chapters. The first, svargadi-khanda (“heaven and others”) has words pertaining to gods and heavens. The second, bhuvargadi-khanda (“earth and others”) deals with words about earth, towns, animals and humans. The third, samanyadi-khanda (“common”) has words related to grammar and other miscellaneous words.

It is of great interest to note that, though the production of a Buddhist, it has been universally accepted as an authority by the Brahmans and the Jainas alike. The fact that it has been commented upon by Buddhists like Subhutichandra, by Jainas like Asadharapandita and Nachiraja,and by Brahmans like Kshirasvamin, Mallinatha and Appayyadikshita testifies to its usefulness to every class of Sanskrit students. It is a well-known fact that translations of the Amarakosha into Chinese and Thibetan have been recently discovered.

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