<?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-4577473376818087137</id><updated>2012-01-21T11:20:44.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UM DEDO DE PROSA</title><subtitle type='html'>Prosear com amigos: poemas, textos interessantes, reflex~oes, atualidades, assuntos educacionais...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3769925393808519005</id><published>2011-09-20T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:15:14.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SELOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vBzooq4PKg/Tnk14Faf6II/AAAAAAAAATA/m499ERsbw7c/s1600/IMG_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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&lt;strong&gt;Diversos são os tipos de Jornal Escolar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falado - Também chamado "hora da notícia" -&lt;/em&gt; é constituído de exposições orais, que devem ser breves, sobre temas sempre atualizados e de interesse geral da classe ou da escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mural -&lt;/em&gt; deve ser de tamanho razoável, exposto em lugar bem visível, permitindo uma leitura rápida. Precisa ser constantemente renovado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Circulante - &lt;/em&gt;um exemplar impresso ou mimeografado para cada leitor. Apresenta maior dificuldade de confecção e custo mais elevado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Jornal Escolar -&lt;/em&gt; pode ser confeccionado em seções. tal como os periódicos comuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poderão fazer parte de um Jornal Escolar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ noticiário proveniente das diversas classes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ campanhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_reportagens sobre datas cívicas e sociais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ notícias relativas a personalidades que se destacam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ atualidades;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_informações sobre as Instituições Escolares e as atividades complementares;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ entrevistas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ humorismo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ curiosidades;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ cantinho dos pais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ figurinos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_receitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para a direção do jornal é necessário um grupo com atribuições definidas, o qual, sob a orientação do professor, possa selecionar e organizar a matéria, incentivando a colaboração de alunos de todos os níveis. O grupo se constituirá de: _ Diretor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;_Secretário Geral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;_ Redatores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;_ Secretários de turma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;_ Repórteres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;_ Revisores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A escolha dessa diretoria deverá processar-se por meio de eleição. O professor orientará a turma para a seleção de elementos que apresentem qualidades necessárias ao desempenho das funções, tais como: iniciativa, senso de responsabilidade, organização, observação, atenção, ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Professora - Maria Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-663723695395830756?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/663723695395830756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/07/jornal-escolar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/663723695395830756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/663723695395830756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/07/jornal-escolar.html' title='JORNAL ESCOLAR'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5520426087002359135</id><published>2011-06-12T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:45:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O HOMEM SÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP9gH7Wq-Sk/TfWU6Cn0TOI/AAAAAAAAARg/cwpoWqVgWkU/s1600/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617559835071761634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP9gH7Wq-Sk/TfWU6Cn0TOI/AAAAAAAAARg/cwpoWqVgWkU/s200/IMG_0292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Estranho mundo esse criado pela humanidade sintética exibida pela televisão e pelos sistemas de comunicação de massa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É o mundo dos sentidos expostos, os nervos hipersensíveis que a pele não esconde e os neurônios não governam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As novas criaturas inauguradas especialmente para funcionar neste mundo de cores chocantes e veias abertas mostram tudo sem o menor recato. Mostram o sexo emblemático junto com as armas da República, mostram os seios flácidos das gerações que um dia foram jovens, doces e, sobretudo, bárbaras. Mostram as contas correntes ocultas na Suíça. Só não mostram a própria cara. Isso não mostram nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ninguém conhece mais ninguém. Já não falo dos rostos desconhecidos que surgem à nossa frente, nos clubes, nas salas de aula, na cadeia do diretor. É normal que sejam inéditos semblantes, nunca dantes apresentados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero saber das pessoas desaparecidas no mais íntimo de si mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Evadiram-se para lugares que não posso imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fomos todos embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;José para onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;São as novas regras do admirável mundo que já não é tão novo, mas continua sintético e reservado às massas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nas ruas, as pessoas caminham em manadas tristes e apressadas, melancólicos cardumes sem rosto, correndo para casa, atraídas pela novela das nove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ninguém atrasa o passo nesse caminho de volta a lugar nenhum. Todos querem chegar mais cedo ao ponto de partida. Só não sabem explicar porque partiram, nem tampouco porque estão de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lembro-me de Virginus da Gama e Melo bebendo sozinho na primeira mesa da Churrascaria Bambu. A solidão de Virginus era acompanhada pelo resto do mundo. Era por isso que ele podia não ter ninguém por perto, mas nunca estava sozinho. Tinha a humanidade em seu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Naquele tempo, a humanidade éramos todos nós, que nos olhávamos nos rostos e nos conhecíamos pelos nomes próprios, cruzando uns com os outros nos ônibus do Roger ou nas calçadas da Rua Direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje, a humanidade já não tem endereço certo e, em seu meio já não admite pessoas comuns.. Também já não precisa de companhia, perdida na multidão programada. Ela é feita de símbolos estranhos ao homem simples, ilustrada pelos gestos calculados para impressionar a mídia e fotografada em genitálias que revelam uma coisa : expostas assim, podem servir para tudo neste mundo, só não servem mais para fazer amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo passou a fazer parte desse universo descartável, biodegradável, reciclável, aluminizado, frio, escovado em vidro e aço. É bastante usar uma vez. Mas, cuidado - não esqueça a camisinha. Pode usar e abusar. Dispensa-se o uso do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dispensa-se a humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dispensa-se o homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dispensa-se a mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Luiz Augusto Crispim - Colunista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5520426087002359135?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5520426087002359135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-homem-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5520426087002359135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5520426087002359135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-homem-so.html' title='O HOMEM SÓ'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP9gH7Wq-Sk/TfWU6Cn0TOI/AAAAAAAAARg/cwpoWqVgWkU/s72-c/IMG_0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-6563153961774430982</id><published>2011-06-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:26:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUGESTÕES  PARA  UM  PLANEJAMENTO  SEMANAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Dias - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;13/06&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;1 º Atividade - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;- Atividades de Rotinas:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Hora das Novidades,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Planejamento Cooperativo das&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;atividades do dia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;2 º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Produção de texto sobre&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;a história do gatinho Xerxes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Comentário oral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Escrita da composição pelos alunos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;3 º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;- Noção de metade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Levar uma laranja e partir em metades;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Mostrar metades em figuras geométricas;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Trabalhar com fichinhas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;4º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Merenda - Recreação - Volta à calma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;5 º Atividade - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Leitura de notícia de jornal: "Morre o Senhor Democracia".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Comentários&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;6º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Planejamento cooperativo, prof./alunos sobre A"Semana da Asa".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. 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Tarefa para casa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;***********************************************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;14/06 -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;1 º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;- Atividades de Rotinas - Hora das Novidades, Planejamento cooperativo das atividades do &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;dia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;2 º Atividade - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Ouvir a história de Albert Santos Dumont;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Comentários;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Levantamento de situações- problemas, prof./alunos:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;por que o avião voa?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;qual foi o 1º avião de Santos Dumont?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;qual foi o menor aeroplano construído por Santos Dumont?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;como os parisienses o denominaram?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;etc., etc., etc.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;- 3º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Continuação da noção de metade;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;.Exercício de fixação.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;- 4º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Merenda - Recreação - Volta à calma.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;- 5º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Confecção de um gráfico sobre: Meu progresso em ortografia;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;- 6º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Desenho sobre aviões;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Colocar legendas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;7 º Atividade -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;.Avaliação das atividades do dia;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Auto-avaliação;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;. Tarefa para casa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;E assim continuar com os outros dias da semana.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Professora Olindina*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-6563153961774430982?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/6563153961774430982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/06/sugestoes-para-um-planejamento-semanal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6563153961774430982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6563153961774430982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/06/sugestoes-para-um-planejamento-semanal.html' title='SUGESTÕES  PARA  UM  PLANEJAMENTO  SEMANAL'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5698206531132588703</id><published>2011-06-04T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:07:07.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrato  de  Mauro  Mota</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Por acaso vivem de brisa os poetas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Há pedreiras imensas a quebrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Os olhos vivazes a espelharem a inteligência abrangente, a fala tensa, o bom humor e o chiste à flor da pele, a gentileza como uma sedutora magia. Eis como revejo, em seus 100 anos, o poeta Mauro Mota, a quem desde menino conheci em carne, osso e alvoroço.Pela janela do tempo, ei-lo a mover-se como a brisa do Recife. Menos brisa que vento ligeiro a transitar rumo a um mundo melhor e mais feliz, longe das dores e das elegias, dos itinerários das obrigações, dos espelhos que se partem..., mas sempre perto do Capibaribe,da infância, do Recife dos domingos de sol e das chuvas eternas para as quais continua estendendo a mão.Perto, fiel à sua terra, atento às criaturas, aí incluídos os bichos que vivem ou não em nossa fala, e atento à história social, pois sem ela, que seria dos homens em sua procissão rumo à contigência e à voracidade da morte? Disfarça -se o sofrimento no rosto do poeta. Também está ausente o suor cotidiano, o labor diário. É preciso ganhar o pão de cada dia, mesmo que o diabo o amasse com aborrecimentos e dificuldades. Por acaso vivem de brisa os poetas? Há pedreiras imensas a quebrar. De onde vem essa estúrdia ideia à cabeça de muitos? O poeta luta como todos os homens e abraça-se à sua criação como a uma amante por entre as grades da vida prosaica. Calado, o poeta espera o seu prêmio maior. Não o das academias ou de outras instituições, mas o de viver na memória dos homens. É preciso conhecer de cor (de coração) as palavras ditadas pelo amor e saber que circulam como o ar mais doce e benfazejo. Essa é a corrente sagrada da palavra. Ninguém pode detê-la, pois através dela se respira o que merece viver para sempre. Move-se o retrato, insufla-se de vida, recusa-se ao lugar-comum das saudades eternas. O melhor retrato talvez seja este: incompleto, fugídio, sem a moldura dourada ou cinza dos órgãos oficiais, mas tão presente e vivo que nunca nos diz adeus. Para o vermos assim, entre o rumor da vida de hoje e o súbito retorno da vida de ontem, basta pintá-lo em segredo, escrevendo em nossa agenda o misterioso encanto da palavra "encontro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Paulo Gustavo, escritor e mestre em teoria da literatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5698206531132588703?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5698206531132588703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/06/retrato-de-mauro-mota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5698206531132588703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5698206531132588703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/06/retrato-de-mauro-mota.html' title='Retrato  de  Mauro  Mota'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4153754229899270371</id><published>2011-05-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:17:17.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA CIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFLB0557LbM/TeHV2QCL2eI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rbSijjPL3o0/s1600/290734-thumbnail%2Brosa%2Bamarela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612001738674133474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFLB0557LbM/TeHV2QCL2eI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rbSijjPL3o0/s200/290734-thumbnail%2Brosa%2Bamarela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Na minha cidade, contava-se o tempo não com relógios ou calendários...Mas através das estações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O verão era repleto de alegria sem compromisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O outono era uma época doce e amarga de arrependimento para os momentos já terminados e coisas por fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E quando o inverno chegava... com seu manto frio de precaução e arrepio... ele cortava nossos narizes e nossa arrogância... e nos aproximava dos quentes fogareiros da memória e do desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A primavera era uma promessa. Mas havia uma quinta estação de amor. E somente os sábios ou sortudos sabiam onde encontrá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finalmente descobrimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;que aquela estação do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;encontra-se somente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no coração do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No momento, alguém que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;conhece está procurando por ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E ela está dentro de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maria Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4153754229899270371?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4153754229899270371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/minha-cidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4153754229899270371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4153754229899270371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/minha-cidade.html' title='MINHA CIDADE'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFLB0557LbM/TeHV2QCL2eI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rbSijjPL3o0/s72-c/290734-thumbnail%2Brosa%2Bamarela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5047249954590599347</id><published>2011-05-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:29:18.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ESCOLA DA ZONA RURAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; A educação rural deve basear-se na relação homem/terra e, por isso, o ensino ministrado na escola da zona rural tem que ser apropriado ao futuro da maioria das crianças que devem ter uma compreensão mais profunda de seu mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A escola da zona rural deverá ser eminentemente uma agência de mudança social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Assim sendo, o programa de educação a ser elaborado para a zona rural deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;não somente se preocupar em ampliar as oportunidades de matricula, mas, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sobretudo, de implantar uma política que preveja para a realidade tão distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;um programa de educação que tenha como objetivo primordial determinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;qualidade, porque só com melhoria de qualidade se obterá a expansão da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;matricula, diminuindo-se os índices de repetência e evasão, a par de oferecer-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;à clientela, não apenas oportunidade de acesso à escola, mas condições efetivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;de permanência, tendo em vista o objetivo democrático de universalização do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ensino de 1º grau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Formação de docentes para as Zonas Rurais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Os cursos de formação devem ser organizados de maneira que, além de oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;preparação técnico-pedagógica, levem os futuros professores das zonas rurais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a compreenderem a associação homem/terra, uma vez que um número crescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;da população do país deverá viver, inevitavelmente, da terra. Na organização dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;conteúdos curriculares para esses cursos deve-se ter uma percepção crítica dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fatores implicados no desenvolvimento rural:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* os aspectos ecológicos ,abrangem as interações entre o solo, o clima,as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;plantas, os microorganismos, os animais e o homem e a manipulação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;deles por este último;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* o aspecto social, pode abranger a história e a organização da sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nacional e local e suas bases políticas. Estudar-se-ia, por exemplo, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;forma pela qual as diferentes classes de organização social, como as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cooperativas, as associações em geral, os municípios,podem desempenhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;um papel no desenvolvimento rural;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* o aspecto econômico ,abrange a relação entre os custos dos insumos e o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;valor dos produtos, a função dos orçamentos, a poupança e o crédito na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;agricultura, as relações entre a oferta, a procura e os preços. Este tipo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;conteúdo pode ser, também, por exemplo uma fonte de exercícios de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aritmética;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* os aspectos culturais ,significam as formas de arte (danças, canto, música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lendas populares, entalhe, escultura e representação teatral), cerimônia e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ritual, diversões e jogos que podem enriquecer a vida rural. As mudanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tecnológicas bruscas que estão ocorrendo em certas zonas rurais podem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fazer com que se percam muitas dessas tradições culturais, empobrecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a qualidade da vida rural;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* as artes e os ofícios, compreendem as práticas de cultura, criação de animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;marcenaria, fabricação de tijolos, construção de telhados, aproveitamento e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;conservação de produtos de origem animal e vegetal da região, confecção de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;roupas, emprego e conservação das ferramentas e implementos utilizados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;na vida rural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A educação orientada para a compreensão desses fatores tem a vantagem de criar uma base para a seleção de conteúdos educacionais, diminuindo o perigo de se ensinar temas de interesse "acadêmico" em prejuízo de temas que interessam à vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;**************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5047249954590599347?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5047249954590599347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/escola-da-zona-rural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5047249954590599347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5047249954590599347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/escola-da-zona-rural.html' title='A ESCOLA DA ZONA RURAL'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-2551304342694104125</id><published>2011-05-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:00:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERA  UMA  VEZ  A  BAMBU ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Não fechava porque não tinha portas ou não tinha portas porque não fechava? Independente dessa questão filosófica, a Churrascaria Bambu varava a noite e entrava pela madrugada sem dar importância ao tempo. Havia sempre uma mesa disposta a continuar para desespero do garçom e raiva de Olívio, o irascível gerente da casa que disfarçava atrás de uma cara sisuda o gosto pela noite e pela boemia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Bambu era o espaço mais democrático da Paraíba. De desembargadores a lavadores de carros, todos tinham assento em suas mesas, sem distinção de cor, raça ou idade. Tanto era Bambu Virginus da Gama e Melo, com sua "Entourage" de intelectuais, como Mocidade e suas intermináveis citações em latim. Era Bambu Bento da Gama e seu terno impecável, como era Bambu Vassoura e seus gritos estridentes de patriotismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gerações conviviam na Bambu numa mesma equidade. Parecia que o bar tinha o dom de nivelar as idades e todos podiam esperimentar seu galeto tradicional e fartar-se de rum Montilla, a bebida da época que formava pilhas no pátio da churrascaria, pilhas que devoraram muitos fígados pela vida afora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eram poucas as mulheres a frequentar a Bambu. Era seu único senão na democracia. Fora os domingos quando famílias inteiras iam almoçar, o resto da semana era reservado aos boêmios com algumas incursões solitárias de Maria José Limeira, de Zita Gondim ou da poetisa Irena Dias. O resto era a "Macharia" que dominava a casa com um ruído infernal de vinte mesas dialogando no mais alto som, cada qual com seu porre e sua razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Bambu era também campo de honra dos brigões. Quem fosse dado ao boxe ou à capoeira tinha de se exibir na Bambu, e Ivo Bichara era o campeão, arrumando uma média de uma briga por noite por conta do seu cabelo hippie e de suas sandálias ousadas para a época. Passado o entrevero, todos ocupavam novamente seu lugar, pois o importante era beber e não lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Bambu era palco de surda luta política. Comunistas e direitistas dividiam mesas e opiniões, cada qual salvando a pátria à sua maneira. No auge do golpe de sessenta e quatro, a Bambu era palco de conspiração e arapongagem muito embora todos os "dedos-duros" fossem devidamente identificados e municiados de informações falsas. Mas se convivia, mesmo com o espectro de uma cadeia pela frente ou de uma cassação iminente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os garçons da Bambu eram uma fauna à parte. Na sua maioria, não primavam pelo humor nem pelo bom serviço, mas isso era o que menos importava e Xambá, Zé Paulo, Forzinho se tornaram pessoas familiares a todos os pessoenses que faziam da Bambu seu templo e sua casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Um dia, a Bambu acabou. Como o sonho de John Lennon e o Muro de Berlim, simplesmente veio a baixo. Até hoje não entendi como o doutor Dorgival Terceiro Neto, ele mesmo um homem da noite, cometeu essa atrocidade que nos deixou órfãos de bar e carentes de Bambu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nunca mais outro bar com aquele espírito, nunca mais outro palco como aquele para nossos sonhos, porque a Bambu era uma e única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Da revista A SEMANA - Política,Economia e Comportamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marcos Tavares - 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-2551304342694104125?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/2551304342694104125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/era-uma-vez-bambu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2551304342694104125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2551304342694104125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/era-uma-vez-bambu.html' title='ERA  UMA  VEZ  A  BAMBU ...'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3798858197656976749</id><published>2011-05-02T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:09:31.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLAUBER ROCHA - CINEASTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; QUEM CONVIVEU COM GLAUBER ROCHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Ator que não sabia improvisar, não podia trabalhar com Glauber".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- Norma Bengell, atriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Só ficou contente quando fiquei rouco. Glauber achava que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;rouquidão era adequada ao personagem de "Terra em Transe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- José Lewgoy, ator, sobre o perfeccionismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;do diretor durante as filmagens de "Terra em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Transe", repetidas inúmeras vezes sob sol forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Glauber Rocha era um Charlie Parker. Qualquer outro saxofonista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;que tenta fazer as mesmas viagens que Charlie Parker vai fazer uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;bobagem. Nós tínhamos um diálogo maravilhoso, eu e o Glauber. Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;disse para ele: "Você é um mal para o cinema brasileiro, porque todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mundo acha que pode ser Glauber Rocha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- Daniel Filho, ator e diretor da Rede Globo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"O Glauber, eu conheci em Salvador, na Bahia, no 1º Festival de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cinema Brasileiro. Ele era muito mais moço que a gente, acho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;uns sete ou oito anos mais jovem. De maneira que ele estava lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;todo encabulado, em Salvador, e só tinha um negócio realizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chamado "O Pátio". Ele não queria mostrar o filme, mas foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;levado a exibir".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- Linduarte Noronha, diretor paraibano do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;documentário "Aruanda".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"... Glauber não sabia o que dizer de tão encantado que ficara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;pelo filme paraibano ("Aruanda") que o acaso lhe trazia. Era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;uma coisa incrívelmente mobilizadora e foi um transtorno na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cabeça de Glauber, porque era diferente muito de tudo. Num&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;gesto de que só o Glauber era capaz, na sua sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;irresponsabilidade, ele foi para a máquina de escrever e esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;gesto resultou num artigo consagrador publicado no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;suplemento do Jornal do Brasil e no qual "Aruanda" era saudado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;simplesmente como filme inaugural do moderno documentário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;brasileiro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- Vladimir Carvalho, documentarista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;paraibano, falando sobre o impacto de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Aruanda" na cabeça de Glauber Rocha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Glauber sempre dizia que morreria aos 42 anos. É o inverso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;de 24, idade em que morreu Castro Alves, que fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;aniversário no mesmo dia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- Dona Lúcia, mãe do cineasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fonte: Correio da Paraíba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Caderno 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Página C - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;22 de agosto de 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lúcio Vilar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3798858197656976749?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3798858197656976749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/glauber-rocha-cineasta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3798858197656976749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3798858197656976749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/05/glauber-rocha-cineasta.html' title='GLAUBER ROCHA - CINEASTA'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-7533455071561889165</id><published>2011-04-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:11:01.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESQUEMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz99L4Bl7hE/TbUUqGl0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qlWXkYLgPRM/s1600/IMG_0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599404425261368178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz99L4Bl7hE/TbUUqGl0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qlWXkYLgPRM/s200/IMG_0305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5w47lBNyi_M/TbUUEndNu7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/GNt7NXeaNvM/s1600/IMG_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599403781248629682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5w47lBNyi_M/TbUUEndNu7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/GNt7NXeaNvM/s200/IMG_0304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNQxSHz58Aw/TbUTipoDvnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n74Cx46Y-1o/s1600/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599403197715431026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNQxSHz58Aw/TbUTipoDvnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n74Cx46Y-1o/s200/IMG_0307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;OS MOVIMENTOS DE LIBERTAÇÃO OU CONJURAÇÕES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I. INTRODUÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A.O que eram as rebeliões separatistas ou coloniais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;B. Objetivo das rebeliões separatistas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;C.Quais eram as rebeliões separatistas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Inconfidência Mineira - 1789&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2.Conjuração Baiana - 1798&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;II. CAUSAS DO MOVIMENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A.Crise econômica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;B.Opressiva legislação tributária;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;C. Despotismo das autoridades lusitanas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;D. Ideais de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;III . DESENVOLVIMENTO DO PROCESSO REVOLUCIONÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A. Organização da revolta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;B. Principais conspiradores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;C.Metas e/ou planos estabelecidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;D. Caráter do movimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E. Início da revolta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;F.Delatores do movimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;G. Fim do movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;IV. CONSEQUÊNCIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A.Decadência do domínio da Metrópole sobre a Colônia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;B.A Colônia adquiriu condições para se tornar independente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;V. ASPECTOS POSITIVOS DO FATO HISTÓRICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A. De que forma nos beneficiaram os homens dessa época?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;B.A formação da consciência da nacionalidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;C. A fidelidade a um ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;VI. CONCLUSÕES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;VII. BIBLIOGRAFIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O esquema é uma estratégia de ensino que o professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pode utilizar em sala de aula(trabalho cooperativo - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;professor/aluno, objetivando a melhoria do processo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ensino-aprendizagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Comemoração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;21 de Abril - Tiradentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I. INTRODUÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. O que eram as rebeliões separatistas ou coloniais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B.Objetivo das rebeliões separatistas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C.Quais eram as rebeliões separatistas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. Inconfidência Mineira - 1789&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.Conjuração Baiana - 1798&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;II. CAUSAS DO MOVIMENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. Crise econômica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B. Opressiva legislação tributária;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C. Despotismo das autoridades lusitanas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;D. Ideais de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;III.DESENVOLVIMENTO DO PROCESSO REVOLUCIONÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. Organização da revolta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B. Principais conspiradores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C. Metas e/ou planos estabelecidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;D. Caráter do movimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E. Início da Revolta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;F. Delatores do movimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;G. Fim do movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IV . CONSEQUÊNCIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. Decadência do domínio da Métrópole sobre a Colônia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B. A Colônia adquiriu condições para se tornar independente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;V. ASPECTOS POSITIVOS DO FATO HISTÓRICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. De que forma nos beneficiaram os homens dessa época?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B. A formação da consciência da nacionalidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C. A fidelidade a um ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;VI. CONCLUSÕES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;VII. BIBLIOGRAFIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O Esquema pode ser organizado em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um trabalho cooperativo - Professor/aluno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;objetivando facilitar o estudo do assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Com a continuação da estratégia de ensino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o próprio aluno elabora o seu esquema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;objetivando o êxito da situação ensino - aprendizagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;21/04 - Data Comemotativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-7533455071561889165?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/7533455071561889165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/esquema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7533455071561889165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7533455071561889165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/esquema.html' title='ESQUEMA'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz99L4Bl7hE/TbUUqGl0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qlWXkYLgPRM/s72-c/IMG_0305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-738044961851994701</id><published>2011-04-20T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:51:23.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O BRASIL do tempo de Cabral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDhHdCjIxAI/Ta_AkYxB-EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IXX7ffTghSo/s1600/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597904593200740418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDhHdCjIxAI/Ta_AkYxB-EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IXX7ffTghSo/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Primeira Missa no Brasil, do pintor Victor Meireles, permite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;discutir a chegada dos colonizadores portugueses e sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;representação na arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Primeira Missa no Brasil, de 1860, pintada pelo catarinense Victor Meirelles (1832-1903). A obra representa a missa celebrada pelo frei Henrique Soares de Coimbra em Porto Seguro (BA) em 26 de abril de 1500, domingo de Páscoa, quatro dias depois do desembarque dos portugueses no Brasil. A Primeira Missa no Brasil, o pintor apoiou-se no conteúdo da carta de Pero Vaz de Caminha ao rei de Portugal. Uma de suas preocupações foi enaltecer a convivência supostamente pacífica entre brancos e índios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O professor pode ainda apresentar A Primeira Missa no Brasil pintada por Candido Portinari e analisar as diferenças na forma de retratar o mesmo fato. Na versão de Portinari, por exemplo, não se vêm indígenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-738044961851994701?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/738044961851994701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-brasil-do-tempo-de-cabral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/738044961851994701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/738044961851994701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-brasil-do-tempo-de-cabral.html' title='O BRASIL do tempo de Cabral'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDhHdCjIxAI/Ta_AkYxB-EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IXX7ffTghSo/s72-c/IMG_0301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-6269272092706135965</id><published>2011-04-20T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:58:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ABRIL  2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_wxUtQNsto/Ta-00VMPj1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/RND8k0t4iSw/s1600/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597891672979509074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_wxUtQNsto/Ta-00VMPj1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/RND8k0t4iSw/s320/IMG_0303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O CHAMADO DO MEU POVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Odette de Barros Mott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Editora Moderna,1989. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Coleção Veredas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ela conhecia duas culturas. Uma ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aprendera com os brancos; a outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;estava no seu sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maria cresceu feliz, junto aos missionários que dedicavam sua vida à proteção dos povos indígenas. Com eles aprendeu o modo de ser dos brancos, de comer, de vestir, sua religião, seu amor e ... seu ódio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas ela tinha nascido índia. Seu povo ainda vivia livre como os pássaros em meio à mata, com outros costumes, outro modo de viver, outra religião. E ela aprendeu que aquela liberdade estava ameaçada. Que a própria sobrevivência de sua tribo estava por um fio. A partir daí, ela parecia ouvir o chamado do seu povo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Literatura infantojuvenil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mRB8e0RVto/Ta-w7T6YcbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jaoigFcLt7k/s1600/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3YcHz4iigA/Ta-txF8_RiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RMIH5uhhhVU/s1600/IMG_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597883920767993378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3YcHz4iigA/Ta-txF8_RiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RMIH5uhhhVU/s320/IMG_0302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EDUCAÇÃO INDÍGENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Escola de índio, professor índio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Finalmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As salas de aula das aldeias brasileiras estão deixando de ser comandadas por educadores "brancos". Garantia de que a cultura local será valorizada e preservada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O ÍNDIO SEMPRE PRESENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O Dia do Índio (19/04 ) , continua a ser uma data importante no calendário escolar. E felizmente está deixando de ser apenas uma festa em que as crianças se fantasiam e escutam lendas para se tornar momento de debates e atividades críticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-6269272092706135965?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/6269272092706135965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-abril-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6269272092706135965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6269272092706135965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-abril-2011.html' title='FELIZ ABRIL  2011'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_wxUtQNsto/Ta-00VMPj1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/RND8k0t4iSw/s72-c/IMG_0303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8870800881966725089</id><published>2011-04-17T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:39:32.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANS  CHRISTIAN  ANDERSEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Você Sabia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* A comemoração do Dia Internacional do Livro Infantil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e Juvenil é uma homenagem ao escritor Hans Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Andersen. Ele nasceu na Dinamarca, em 2 de abril de 1805,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e foi autor de contos famosos, como O Patinho Feio, O Soldadinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;de Chumbo, As Roupas Novas do Imperador e A Pequena Sereia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* Seu pai era um sapateiro pobre, conhecido como o "lunático" da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cidade de Odense;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* Andersen era uma criança muito feia, cujo corpo lembrava a figura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;de uma cegonha. Não tinha amigos. Sua única diversão era ler as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;histórias de homens pobres que ficaram famosos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* Aos 14 anos, ele se mudou para Copenhague, capital do país, e tentou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ser cantor. Tinha uma linda voz de soprano,tomou aulas de dança e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;canto, mas não alcançou o estrelato nos palcos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Publicou seu primeiro conto aos 17 anos. Em toda sua vida, escreveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;156 no total, traduzidos para 100 idiomas. Também compôs seis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;romances e cerca de 1000 poemas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Andersen tinha muito medo de ser enterrado vivo. Fez alguns amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;prometerem que cortariam uma de suas artérias antes de colocá-lo no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;caixão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Quando estava mal de saúde, deixava um recado em sua mesinha de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cabeceira antes de dormir:"Estou só parecendo morto";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* O prêmio Hans Christian Andersen é considerado uma espécie de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Prêmio Nobel de Literatura do gênero infantojuvenil. Ele é oferecido pela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;organização Internacional Board on Books for Young People todos os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;anos. Escritoras brasileiras como Ana Maria Machado e Lygia Bojunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;já levaram o prêmio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* O escritor morreu em 4 de agosto de 1875 em Copenhague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- Por Marcelo Duarte - autor da série de livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;O Guia dos Curiosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guiadoscuriosos.com.br/"&gt;www.guiadoscuriosos.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8870800881966725089?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8870800881966725089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/hans-christian-andersen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8870800881966725089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8870800881966725089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/hans-christian-andersen.html' title='HANS  CHRISTIAN  ANDERSEN'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-7815998797578416440</id><published>2011-04-13T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:28:15.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVATARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRqQPOMgRZA/TaaTnsucDkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AOc4JMBY1bM/s1600/avt_marly_nobrega_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORhW-pw1q2c/TaaQyJlIHRI/AAAAAAAAANg/ESQuXtgJ6SA/s1600/olindina%2B-%2Bapto%2Bde%2BGio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595318778293918994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORhW-pw1q2c/TaaQyJlIHRI/AAAAAAAAANg/ESQuXtgJ6SA/s320/olindina%2B-%2Bapto%2Bde%2BGio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn3dGLOghAo/TaaQQpV7uKI/AAAAAAAAANY/KOydGeub2EE/s1600/Dina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595318202704574626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn3dGLOghAo/TaaQQpV7uKI/AAAAAAAAANY/KOydGeub2EE/s320/Dina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_syXyynfgv8/TaaPqtaGjXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NqHkhfGS3d4/s1600/Dinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595317550960774514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_syXyynfgv8/TaaPqtaGjXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NqHkhfGS3d4/s320/Dinda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maria Olindina na residência de Giovana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-133968435449069665?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/133968435449069665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/133968435449069665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/133968435449069665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/fotos.html' title='FOTOS!!!'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORhW-pw1q2c/TaaQyJlIHRI/AAAAAAAAANg/ESQuXtgJ6SA/s72-c/olindina%2B-%2Bapto%2Bde%2BGio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3999235940183308423</id><published>2011-04-10T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:01:23.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARQUITETURA  ESCOLAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Tons claros deixam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;as salas alegres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As cores do ambiente influenciam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o comportamento de alunos e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;professores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não só as cores das paredes e do mobiliário influenciam o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;comportamento das pessoas. A luz também é responsável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pela qualidade cromática dos ambientes. Na escola, a baixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;iluminação e tonalidades de cinza ou creme devem ser evitadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Conforme a fonte luminosa, essas cores ficam distorcidas, parecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;arroxeadas ou pardas, totalmente inadequadas para uma boa sala de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cores vivas e combinações do tipo vermelho e verde ou laranja e azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;provocam fadiga visual. O mesmo efeito é causado pelo contraste do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;quadro- negro (verde esmeralda) com o fundo branco. A parede em que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;está o quadro deve ser esverdeada, só que mais clara, para evitar grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;choques. Assim, as cores ideais para cobrir as paredes da classe são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;amarelo (não bege), rosa, pêssego ou palha. Elas tornam o ambiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;estimulante e alegre, fazendo com que alunos e professores se sintam bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Note ainda que, conforme a configuração do espaço e as cores das paredes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;um ambiente pode dar a impressão de ser maior ou menor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;*************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3999235940183308423?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3999235940183308423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/arquitetura-escolar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3999235940183308423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3999235940183308423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/arquitetura-escolar.html' title='ARQUITETURA  ESCOLAR'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-7719735341950936504</id><published>2011-04-03T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:28:24.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biG5xmuFS-0/TZlw54he-WI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fu1_POhhz4U/s1600/IMG_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591624552084863330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biG5xmuFS-0/TZlw54he-WI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fu1_POhhz4U/s320/IMG_0291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"PENSAMOS DEMASIADAMENTE, SENTIMOS MUITO POUCO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NECESSITAMOS MAIS DE HUMILDADE QUE DE MÁQUINAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAIS DE BONDADE E TERNURA QUE DE INTELIGÊNCIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SEM ISSO, A VIDA SE TORNARÁ VIOLENTA E TUDO SE PERDERÁ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-7719735341950936504?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/7719735341950936504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflexao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7719735341950936504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7719735341950936504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflexao.html' title='REFLEXÃO'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biG5xmuFS-0/TZlw54he-WI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fu1_POhhz4U/s72-c/IMG_0291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5942033048142627677</id><published>2011-04-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:17:23.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EINSTEIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awBxWdVbkM0/TZlaqIHYrYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3ACoMkkeNEI/s1600/IMG_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591600092136648066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awBxWdVbkM0/TZlaqIHYrYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3ACoMkkeNEI/s200/IMG_0290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGYpqp_tghY/TZlVjmpGjSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/doRXZYNPzBM/s1600/8%2BEinstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;Ele foi um aluno brilhante&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Muita gente pensa que Einstein foi mau aluno. Não é verdade. Os pais sempre sentiram orgulho das notas do filho. O pequeno Albert causou algumas preocupações. Ao nascer, em 14 de março de 1879, em Ulm, Alemanha, ele tinha a cabeça maior do que os outros bebês . Só falou aos 3 anos e, graças a esse suposto atraso no desenvolvimento, começou a estudar com professora particular.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Foi para o Luitpold Gymnnasium aos 9 anos. detestava grego e foi do professor dessa disciplina que Einstein escutou uma frase que, apesar de marcante, não lhe deixou traumas: "O senhor não será nada na vida".Ironia: destruído na Segunda Guerra Mundial, o colégio foi reconstruído e rebatizado como Ginásio Albert Einstein.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;1905 : O ano da genialidade. &lt;/font&gt;Lia teorias de colegas, calculava e imaginava situações diferentes em que suas ideias pudessem ser aplicadas. Dizia: "Eu não tenho nenhum talento especial. Sou apenas curioso".Errou muito - e admitiu esses erros com modéstia: "Quem nunca cometeu um erro nunca tentou nada de novo". Em meio às tentativas, fez grandes acertos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;O primeiro dos artigos publicados em 1905 rendeu-lhe o Prêmio Nobel de Física em 1921. Com apenas 26 anos , autodidata e desvinculado de institutos de pesquisa - o que lhe deu autonomia para questionar o conhecimento academico de então -,Einstein descreveu a natureza da energia da luz. Mas suas produções mais famosas são a teoria da relatividade restrita, que trata da dinâmica dos corpos em movimento, e a geral, elaborada em 1915, que revê a lei da gravidade de Newton. Esta última contribuiu para a dedução de que o Universo teria começado com o big - bang, explosão de uma concentração muito densa da matéria - o átomo primordial. Essa reação teria arremessado pelo espaço o material que mais tarde se transformaria em estrelas, planetas e outros corpos celestes. A partir daí surgiu toda uma concepção sobre a origem e o destino do Universo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;Humanismo e ciências de mãos dadas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;O físico era tão famoso que recebia cartas endereçadas simplesmente a "Einstein - USA", depois de mudar-se para Princeton, cidade próxima a Nova York Times, em 1933. "Por que ninguém me entende, mas todos me amam?",declarou ao New Times. Einstein sempre foi humanista, preocupado com a paz e os direitos humanos".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Einstein morreu em 18 de abril de 1955. Ele jamais perdoou a Alemanha pelo massacre aos judeus, reconheceu ter sido mau marido e pai. Einstein foi cremado e pediu que suas cinzas fossem espalhadas, pois não queria nenhum tipo de veneração em seu túmulo. Em dezembro de 1999, foi eleito pela revista Time o Homem do Século 20.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;É possível viajar no tempo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;Pensar o espaço e o tempo como uma coisa única, e relativa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;foi uma das grandes contribuições de Albert Einstein&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;para a física moderna.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;************************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.novaescola.com.br/"&gt;www.novaescola.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5942033048142627677?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5942033048142627677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/einstein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5942033048142627677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5942033048142627677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/04/einstein.html' title='EINSTEIN'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awBxWdVbkM0/TZlaqIHYrYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3ACoMkkeNEI/s72-c/IMG_0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-6745648802639091376</id><published>2011-03-26T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:06:52.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos do Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uma Homenagem  a Elisabeth Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZAm4aXco8A/TY7S6yNbZLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4x1t1rWDn-M/s1600/IMG_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588636094965703858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZAm4aXco8A/TY7S6yNbZLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4x1t1rWDn-M/s320/IMG_0284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjtzTamUtac/TY7SbYmpTAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jNuAJMBVGIg/s1600/IMG_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588635555516206082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjtzTamUtac/TY7SbYmpTAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jNuAJMBVGIg/s320/IMG_0283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eZhWsIw6G8/TY7Rq0mzpxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9MhqaVXY4oc/s1600/IMG_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588634721219487506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eZhWsIw6G8/TY7Rq0mzpxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9MhqaVXY4oc/s320/IMG_0282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-6745648802639091376?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/6745648802639091376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/03/classicos-do-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6745648802639091376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6745648802639091376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2011/03/classicos-do-cinema.html' title='Clássicos do Cinema'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZAm4aXco8A/TY7S6yNbZLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4x1t1rWDn-M/s72-c/IMG_0284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4841737680004322994</id><published>2010-09-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:58:42.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássico  do  Cinema  Americano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TI2EmB3C1mI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7L6VPjLNzjY/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516210907467929186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TI2EmB3C1mI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7L6VPjLNzjY/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OS BRUTOS TAMBÉM AMAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A legendária versão do mais perfeito mito do gênero Western do aclamado diretor George Stevens, obteve seis indicações para o Oscar e fez de Os Brutos Também Amam um dos grandes clássicos do cinema americano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A história leva "Shane" (Alan Ladd), um errante e veterano pistoleiro a defender uma pacata família aterrorizada por um rico boiadeiro e seu atirador de aluguel (Jack Palance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ao encarar a batalha decisiva Shane vê o final do seu próprio estilo de vida: misterioso, temperamental, indignado. O filme é realçado pelas intensas interpretações de seu esplêndido elenco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4841737680004322994?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4841737680004322994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/classico-do-cinema-americano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4841737680004322994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4841737680004322994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/classico-do-cinema-americano.html' title='Clássico  do  Cinema  Americano'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TI2EmB3C1mI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7L6VPjLNzjY/s72-c/IMG_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5767815091221593258</id><published>2010-09-05T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:27:13.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSSSSSSSS   MINHA NAMORADA   SSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>Minha namorada tem que ser intrínsecamente feminina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ter olhar de gata. Ser mulher, antes de todas as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas, ser mulher como mandam os mandamentos. Tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que possuir um jeitinho especial de dizer: TE AMO! TE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORO! Sem deixar de odiar-me um pouco. Tem que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gostar de tudo e de detestar um pouco todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser bonita. Mais do que isso... ser espirituosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem que possuir um dom especial, isto é, fazer do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detestável um adoraaaaaaavel!!!... Tem de amar os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pássaros, odiando coisas feias sem deixar de amar um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouco o horrível. Tem que ser nativa e sem preconceitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser inconstante a ponto de chorar e sorrir ao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo tempo. Tem que ser sábia e não deixar escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um só momento que não demonstra sua sagacidade de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulher. Tem que ser amável para com os pobres e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrogante com os miseráveis de espírito. Tem que ser provocante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem deixar de ser cândida. Tem que possuir um jeitinho de dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeus de modo que se pense que diga só com o olhar: VÁ! VÁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS NÃO ME DEIXE! Tem que amar a natureza mas gostar do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artificialismo. Tem que ser enfim, u'a mulher amável e adorável a ponto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de saber fazer-se mais filha do que mãe, mais esposa do que serva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que tudo isso, MINHA NAMORADA TERÁ DE SABER SER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIS MINHA NAMORADA QUE TODAS AS COISAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5767815091221593258?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5767815091221593258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/ssssssssss-minha-namorada-ssssssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5767815091221593258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5767815091221593258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/ssssssssss-minha-namorada-ssssssssss.html' title='SSSSSSSSSS   MINHA NAMORADA   SSSSSSSSSS'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5270159841627977684</id><published>2010-09-03T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:13:05.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que tal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;      ** QUE TAL ???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                               SE em vez daquela sirene  estridente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                apito de fábrica, que anuncia o começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                e fim das atividades escolares, se escutassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                melodias nossas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                SE os murais fossem renovados semanalmente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                SE os professores adoecessem menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                e os alunos não perdessem tanta aula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                SE a Direção da Escola fizesse ciente aos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                pais de alunos que propositalmente chegam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                tarde e ficam conversando no  botequim da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                esquina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                SE houvesse aulas na biblioteca para os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                alunos que chegam atrasados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                SE  se aproveitassem o inverno para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                plantar flores em redor das paredes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                SE os banheiros fossem discretamente vigiados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                                          ********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                 O processo continua... Pela frente, muito caminho. A estrada é longa e é proibido OLHAR PRÁ TRÁS... Salvo se o fizermos como o escalador de montanhas que por alguns instantes para. Respira fundo. Dá uma olhadela panorâmica. Isso pode fazê-lo sem desdouro do itinerário. Mas, retomando sua bandeira. Seu cajado em cuja extremidade tremula o dizer: PRÁ FRENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                 Sempre mais alto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                                                Todos temos um compromisso com a Educação, um dever de todos e, de modo especialíssimo, da família. O Estado é apenas o Administrador. Desgraçadamente nem sempre o cumpre. Isso é grave, Pedagogicamente. Politicamente. Administra mal o nosso dinheiro. Não há escola gratuita. As escolas são construídas com o nosso dinheiro. Prioridades educacionais o Estado não leva a sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                                               Alguns apregoam a ingerência descabida da família dentro da Escola. Como se o Estado devesse ser o "PAPA FAZ TUDO". Mentalidade doentia. Paternalista e AUTORITÁRIA. Não entende o que seja PARTICIPAÇÃO. Menos ainda o que seja COMUNIDADE DE TRABALHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;       - Maria Olindina* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5270159841627977684?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5270159841627977684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-tal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5270159841627977684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5270159841627977684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-tal.html' title='Que tal?'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-2567155885930654754</id><published>2010-09-01T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:09:45.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TH8_ZsIST6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_sFVFqQAkzU/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512194179499970466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TH8_ZsIST6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_sFVFqQAkzU/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TH8-oorT3dI/AAAAAAAAALw/6m0YUSQPWak/s1600/IMG_0002+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512193336759541202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TH8-oorT3dI/AAAAAAAAALw/6m0YUSQPWak/s320/IMG_0002+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TH89_ucYSrI/AAAAAAAAALo/UEztwEBzd_A/s1600/IMG_0001+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512192633932892850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TH89_ucYSrI/AAAAAAAAALo/UEztwEBzd_A/s320/IMG_0001+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecilia - filha de Olindina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-2567155885930654754?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/2567155885930654754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2567155885930654754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2567155885930654754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/09/fotos.html' title='Fotos !!!'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TH8_ZsIST6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_sFVFqQAkzU/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8999239911461651740</id><published>2010-08-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:43:09.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partida!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;       VOCÊ, Maria Olindina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;       e todos nós também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Daqui partiremos com diferentes destinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Pelas cidades ou através dos sertões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      ascendendo aos planaltos ou vadeando os rios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      onde fôr Brasil, aí estaremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Onde houver crianças a educar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      onde houver espera ou desalento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      aí estaremos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                        ajudando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                        fortalecendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                        estimulando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                        orientando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                        procurando soluções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     Colheremos as aspirações vagas e inexprimidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     dos que sonham, aguardam e se inquietam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     porque não sabem como realizar os seus anseios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     Procuraremos juntos a maneira certa de plantar os sonhos em chão seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;     e fazer dos pensamentos e dos ideais o instrumento para a ascensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                             Estaremos em toda parte, porque somos legião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Despedida do  Curso de Formação de Professores de Prática de Ensino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      do Centro Brasileiro de Pesquisas Educacionais, do Instituto Nacional de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Estudos Pedagógicos - Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8999239911461651740?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8999239911461651740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/08/partida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8999239911461651740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8999239911461651740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/08/partida.html' title='Partida!!!'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4010313919324278221</id><published>2010-08-15T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:12:58.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM FOI RACHEL DE QUEIROZ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                  Matriarca da literatura regional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;              *******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                     Paloma Oliveto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                       Do Correio Braziliense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rachel de Queiroz nasceu em 17 de novembro de 1910. Filha de um juiz que mais tarde virou professor, morava com a família em Quixadá, na fazenda"Não me Deixes". Mas ela a deixou. Os efeitos da seca de 1915 ainda eram sentidos em 1917, quando os Queiroz refugiaram-se no Rio de Janeiro e, mais tarde, em Belém, no Pará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;         A menina que gostava de ler resolveu que seria professora. Formou-se aos 15 anos, quando voltou à fazenda de onde,tempos antes, havia fugido. Lá, incentivada pelos pais,"devorava" todos os livros aos quais tinha acesso. Fossem eles brasileiros ou estrangeiros, nada escapava da curiosidade de Rachel de Queiroz. De tanto ler, resolveu,ela mesma,escrever.Primeiro, os textos ficavam escondidos. Tinha vergonha de mostrá-los. E foi assim,escondida pelo apelido de "Rita de Queluz", que passou a publicar em jornais da região.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;         Aos 23 anos, Rachel ficou doente e, de repouso, decidiu escrever um livro. O assunto? A seca. Os horrores pelos quais a família da escritora passou virou o belo romance O 15. Foi um sucesso espetacular. Em 1932, ela se casa com o poeta José Auto da Cruz Oliveira, que conheceu ao frequentar reuniões do Partido Comunista. Por causa de suas ideias, Rachel foi perseguida pela polícia. Na década de 1940, a censura do Estado Novo a acusava de subversiva e queimava todos os seus livros, assim como os de Graciliano Ramos, José Lins do Rego e Jorge Amado. Ela chega a ser presa, durante três meses, em Fortaleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;        Separada do marido, Rachel conheceu Oyama de Macedo, um médico com quem passou a viver até a morte dele, em 1982. Já afastada da política, Rachel de Queiroz continua escrevendo. São dela obras como Caminho de Pedras, As Três Marias e Lampião, uma peça de teatro. A escritora também se aventura pela literatura para crianças, onde estréia com o livro O Menino Mágico, de 1969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;         Ela foi a primeira mulher a entrar na Academia Brasileira de Letras, no dia 4 de agosto de 1977. Morreu dormindo, na rede de sua casa, no Rio de Janeiro, no dia 4 de novembro de 2003. Cinco anos antes, havia declarado em entrevista: "Agora, meu projeto de vida, é ir para o céu, o mais rápido possível".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;                                                   ******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4010313919324278221?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4010313919324278221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/08/quem-foi-rachel-de-queiroz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4010313919324278221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4010313919324278221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/08/quem-foi-rachel-de-queiroz.html' title='QUEM FOI RACHEL DE QUEIROZ?'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-2378569147955292282</id><published>2010-08-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:40:08.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TGOXEs7EqrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IwtoP3xNa2U/s1600/y1alK2LLj6thzg7VnVxOyjv7BHj28vGQTcnETxGoQs469gjp6sqNB4kxxMlhSbgZ312Rjh_OSAiJtM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504404365835018850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TGOSm220omI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_QvteVPg_UM/s200/13+Gio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TGOSNbPsPFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8XwEXTVuxmU/s1600/8festa+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504403928926403666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TGOSNbPsPFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8XwEXTVuxmU/s200/8festa+b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-2378569147955292282?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/2378569147955292282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/08/fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2378569147955292282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2378569147955292282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/08/fotos.html' title='Fotos!'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/TGOXEs7EqrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IwtoP3xNa2U/s72-c/y1alK2LLj6thzg7VnVxOyjv7BHj28vGQTcnETxGoQs469gjp6sqNB4kxxMlhSbgZ312Rjh_OSAiJtM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-417292337449627263</id><published>2010-07-20T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:15:30.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTE</title><content type='html'>O ensino de Arte no Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1816&lt;br /&gt;  Durante o governo de dom João VI,&lt;br /&gt;  chega ao Rio de Janeiro a Missão&lt;br /&gt;  Artística Francesa e é criada a&lt;br /&gt;  Academia Imperial de Belas Artes.&lt;br /&gt;  Seguindo modelos europeus, é&lt;br /&gt;  instalado oficialmente o ensino de&lt;br /&gt;  Arte nas escolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   1900&lt;br /&gt;   Até o início do século 20, o ensino&lt;br /&gt;   do desenho é visto como uma&lt;br /&gt;   preparação para o trabalho em&lt;br /&gt;   fábricas e serviços artesanais.&lt;br /&gt;   São valorizados o traço, a repetição de&lt;br /&gt;   modelos e o desenho geométrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 1922&lt;br /&gt;    Apesar da efervescência das manifestações&lt;br /&gt;    da semana de Arte Moderna, o ensino segue&lt;br /&gt;    as tendências da escola tradicional, que defende&lt;br /&gt;    a necessidade de copiar modelos  para treinar&lt;br /&gt;    habilidades manuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               1930&lt;br /&gt;     O) compositor Heitor Villa -Lobos, no governo&lt;br /&gt;     de Getúlio Vargas, institui o projeto de canto&lt;br /&gt;     orfeônico nas escolas. São formados corais que&lt;br /&gt;     se desenvolvem pela memorização de letras de&lt;br /&gt;     músicas de caráter folclórico e  cívico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              1935&lt;br /&gt;     O escritor Mário de Andrade, então diretor de&lt;br /&gt;     Departamento de Cultura do município de São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;     promove um concurso de desenho para crianças com&lt;br /&gt;     tema livre. O ganhador recebe uma quantia em dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            1948&lt;br /&gt;     É criada no Rio de Janeiro a primeira "Escolinha de Arte",&lt;br /&gt;     com a intenção de propor atividades para o aluno&lt;br /&gt;     desenvolver a autoexpressão e a prática. Em 1971, chega&lt;br /&gt;     a 32 o número de instituições particulares desse tipo&lt;br /&gt;     no país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           1960&lt;br /&gt;     As experimentações que marcam a sociedade, como o&lt;br /&gt;     movimento da bossa nova, influenciam o ensino de Arte&lt;br /&gt;     nas escolas de todo o país.&lt;br /&gt;     É a época da tendência da livre expressão se expandir&lt;br /&gt;     pelas redes de ensino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          1971&lt;br /&gt;     Segundo a Lei de Diretrizes e Bases da Educação Nacional&lt;br /&gt;     (LDB), a Educação Artística (que inclui artes plásticas,&lt;br /&gt;      educação musical e artes cênicas) passa a fazer parte&lt;br /&gt;      do currículo escolar do Ensino Fundamental e Médio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          1973&lt;br /&gt;       Criação dos primeiros cursos de licenciatura em Arte,&lt;br /&gt;       com dois anos de duração e voltados à formação de&lt;br /&gt;       professores capazes de lecionar música, teatro, artes visuais,&lt;br /&gt;       desenho, dança e desenho geométrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           1989&lt;br /&gt;       Desde 1982 desenvolvendo pesquisas sobre três ideias&lt;br /&gt;       (fazer, ler imagens e estudar a história da arte),&lt;br /&gt;        Ana Mae Barbosa cria a proposta triangular, que&lt;br /&gt;       inova ao colocar obras como referência para os alunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            1996&lt;br /&gt;        A LDB passa a considerar a Arte como disciplina&lt;br /&gt;        obrigatória da Educação Básica. Os Parâmetros Curriculares&lt;br /&gt;        Nacionais definem que ela é composta de quatro linguagens:&lt;br /&gt;        artes visuais, dança, música e teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte:Parâmetros Curriculares Nacionais/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                            Metodologia do Ensino da Arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-417292337449627263?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/417292337449627263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/07/arte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/417292337449627263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/417292337449627263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/07/arte.html' title='ARTE'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4138561494175960558</id><published>2010-07-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:12:05.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare  no  Cinema  (continuação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;... e era canção tema muito bem aproveitada nos Lps de Johnny Mathis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;   É evidente que nem o cinema, nem mesmo a Televisão vão renunciar ao farto manancial de tramas insólitas, controvertidas, de diálogos cheios de sabedoria e profundidade que marcam o repertório shakespereano. Tanto os autores que enfrentam a ribalta dos teatros como os que trabalham diante das câmeras de filmagem sonham com a consagração profissional, vivendo o seu Shylock, Lear, o moreno Othelo - e por que não? - o introvertido Hamlet, sem o que não estaria completa a carreira a que se destinaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             Afinal, é SER OU NÃO SER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A União 22/06/86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4138561494175960558?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4138561494175960558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/07/shakespeare-no-cinema-continuacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4138561494175960558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4138561494175960558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/07/shakespeare-no-cinema-continuacao.html' title='Shakespeare  no  Cinema  (continuação)'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5602003178289231960</id><published>2010-07-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:32:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare  no  Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;  O escritor Robert E. Sherwood dizia que nas versões silenciosas dos filmes baseados em Shakespeare faltava a música das palavras, eis que as imagens só não se substituiam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;  Na trajetória shakespereana no cinema, não podemos esquecer a produção de "Sonho De Uma Noite de Verão", onde os irmãos Warner enterraram um milhão e meio de dólares(na época uma fortuna), dirigida por Max Reinhardt, famoso teatrólogo vienense, em colaboração com o alemão @William Dieterle. Luminares do elenco da Warner, como James Cagney, Anita Louise e outros figuraram nesse longo e cansativo filme destinado a lamentável fracasso de bilheteria. Não melhor sucedidos foram os projetos de Orson Welles com "Macbeth" e "Othelo".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt; O desafogo veio através de um especialista no assunto: em 1948, o ator Laurence Olivier (conhecido do público apenas através de "O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes" e "Rebecca") produz "Henrique V", sucesso de crítica, embora de bilheteria discreta.Esta, entretanto, explodirá sete anos após com a exibição de "Hamlet"  (Henry V foi apresentado no Brasil em seguida). No Hamlet o ator diretor consegue dar uma feição cinematográfica ao que se pode considerar a obra prima do bardo, sem quebra da riqueza dos diálogos. Entretanto, "Ricardo III", de 1955, teve carreira também discreta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;  Resta agora apenas lembrarmos o "Júlio Cesar" de Joseph L. Mankiewciz, sem dúvida uma das mais vigorosas transposições de Shakespeare para o cinema. Em final de carreira, Louis Calhern faz o Cesar - começando a brilhar, Marlon Brando se consagra como Marco Antonio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;  Até paródias, versões livres de peças conhecidas do repertório shakespereano, foram tentadas; da "Megera" tivemos um musical da Metro intitulado"Dá-me Um Beijo" (Kiss Me Kate) com Kathryn Grayson e Howard Wel, enquanto a Ubited produzia "Amor Sublime Amor" (West Side Story) versão livre de "Romeu e Julieta", onde esta se chamava Maria e era canção tema muito bem aproveitada nos Lps de Jo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5602003178289231960?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5602003178289231960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/07/shakespeare-no-cinema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5602003178289231960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5602003178289231960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/07/shakespeare-no-cinema.html' title='Shakespeare  no  Cinema'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4474871136163606112</id><published>2010-04-09T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:20:10.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empreendedorismo na escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O tema, tão relacionado ao campo da administração, está cada vez mais presente nas escolas. Desde a Educação Infantil, os alunos aprendem a ter autonomia e iniciativa, qualidades indispensáveis aos bons profissionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;mpreendedorismo é uma expressão que vem do mundo dos negócios. O termo, porém, tem tudo a ver com educação. Afinal, um dos objetivos da escola, desde a Educação Infantil, é formar alunos autônomos. Fernando Dolabela, autor de livros sobre o empreendedorismo, vê no tema a oportunidade para os jovens começarem a perceber a responsabilidade que têm na construção do próprio destino. Para ele empreender significa acreditar que pessoas e comunidade são capazes de se desenvolver pela cooperação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;  " Alunos criativos ou persistentes são características de empreendedores em potencial", explica  uma gerente de educação do Sebrae de São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um negócio para cada idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Montar uma empresa talvez seja uma tarefa que assuste os alunos do Ensino Fundamental. Mas abrir uma loja de balas pode ser uma diversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; Vamos ver um exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt; Série :  1a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt; Negócio: Loja de doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt; Conceitos de Empreendedorismo: técnicas de negociaçao, compra e venda e manipulação de dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt; Conteúdos, Habilidades e Competências: compreender e realizar operações  de soma e subtração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Inúmeras oportunidades surgem como organização de rifas e eventos que tragam recursos para a realização da festa junina; e o lucro pode ser destinado à festa de formatura da 8a série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Os alunos aprendem a planejar e a realizar seus projetos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;                          O empreendedorismo  deveria fazer parte do currículo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bibliografia:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pedagogia Empreendedora, Fernando Dolabela; Ed. de Cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;                                ******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4474871136163606112?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4474871136163606112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/04/empreendedorismo-na-escola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4474871136163606112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4474871136163606112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/04/empreendedorismo-na-escola.html' title='Empreendedorismo na escola'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3093147755647174958</id><published>2010-03-03T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:58:41.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestão Escolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Qual o segredo do&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; sucesso de um  gestor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                 &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Em qualquer empresa, são os resultados. Em educação. é o aprendizado de qualidade para todos os alunos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;                 Quando se trata de administrar uma instituição a tarefa mais importante do gestor ou da equipe gestora é tomar as decisões certas para chegar a resultados positivos, ou seja, ao lucro.Em educação, essa frase poderia ser traduzida assim: implantar as mudanças necessárias na escola para que todos os alunos aprendam. Manter a papelada em dia, atualizar os relatórios e outras questões burocráticas fazem parte da rotina de qualquer administrador, mas tudo isso deve ser feito em função do objetivo principal da escola. Os pais acreditam que os diretores exercem papel importante em relação à qualidade da educação e também na comunidade. Isso reforça o que os especialistas em gestão defendem há muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;                Não é novidade que, muitos diretores só se preocupam com a parte administrativa  quando deveriam também se preocupar com o projeto pedagógico:É função do diretor ou da equipe gestora estar sempre alerta aos problemas de aprendizado para ajudar, o professor a encontrar as melhores estratégias de ensino. Além de incentivar o uso de novas metodologias e tecnologias, o diretor deve promover a discussão permanente de assuntos pedagógicos e outros que permeiam a educação, como o comportamento afetivo e sexual dos jovens, as drogas e o consumismo. O diretor que realmente deseja mudar faz a hora, não espera que as coisas aconteçam.(parodiando uma canção de Geraldo Vandré).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um bom gestor deve ser um líder e ter atitudes de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;* Estar sempre preocupado com os resultados da aprendizagem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;     *Participar do planejamento e fazer o acompanhamento do trabalho docente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;     * Conversar com  alunos e funcionários para detectar problemas e níveis de satisfação e ouvir sugestões;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;        *Ser um construtor de consensos, mas estar sempre aberto às novas ideias e à diversidade, aceitando opiniões e novas propostas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;        * Ser audacioso o suficiente para fazer as mudanças necessárias visando sempre melhorar a qualidade do ensino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;        * Manter as qustões administrativas em dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;        *Manter o prédio bem cuidado e professores capacitados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EMPRESA / ESCOLA =  DE MÃOS DADAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As empresas se firmam como os novos mecenas da educação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;    Tornam-se parceiras da Escola, financiando treinamento de professores, programas de leitura, feiras de Ciências e muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;                 ******************************                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3093147755647174958?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3093147755647174958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/03/gestao-escolar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3093147755647174958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3093147755647174958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/03/gestao-escolar.html' title='Gestão Escolar'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-1643797103503919246</id><published>2010-01-31T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:32:46.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora, Mãe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;   Um romance delicado,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;   verdadeiro, sobre a condição&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;   feminina em face dos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;   preconceitos sociais.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;                           Jana nasceu para ser bailarina, para o sucesso, para os aplausos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;                           Mas a vida se incumbiu de mudar completamente seu futuro. Um&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;                           namoro, um imprevisto, uma gravidez... Agora,Jana precisava&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;                           enfrentar todos os preconceitos, para construir uma nova vida,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;                           reerguer -se, ser alguém, apesar de tudo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;                  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;Autora e Obra&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;                            - Isabel Vieira&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;        &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Quando eu era menina e morava em Campinas no interior de São Paulo, Não se falava de "certas coisas" com os filhos. Era assim mesmo que os adultos se referiam a sexo: "certas coisas", "fatos da vida". Informações sobre ciclo menstrual, concepção e  anticoncepção não eram dadas nem mesmo na escola, na aula de Biologia. Com catorze anos, eu sabia como nascem  mas não como se fazem os bebês.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;        Era o final dos anos 60. Namoro era supercontrolado, shopping não existia, televisão pouca gente tinha. Então, o que meus amigos e eu mais fazíamos era ler e debater ideias. Devorávamos livros e encenávamos peças de teatro. Com dezesseis anos me tornei colaboradora do Diário do Povo, um dos jornais de Campinas; com dezoito mudei para São Paulo para ser jornalista(cursei Letras na Puc e, mais tarde, Jornalismo na Alcântara Machado); com vinte, casei e tive três filhas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;       Enquanto as meninas cresciam, trabalhei na revista Quatro Rodas, da Editora Abril, no Jornal da Tarde e em outras  publicações. Quando elas entraram na adolescência, eu trabalhava como editora de "Comportamento" na revista Capricho. Até então, nunca tinha pensado escrever para jovens - preferia fazer reportagens de aventura, viagens, do cotidiano da vida da cidade -, mas, de uma hora para outra, me vi cercada de jovens: em casa e na redação. Eram cartas e cartas que as leitoras de Capricho mandavam para a gente, eram perguntas, opiniões, e isso me obrigou a voltar à época em que eu tinha essa idade.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;     Diferente como era no meu tempo, agora as garotas tinham muito mais liberdade e acesso a informações sobre sexo;porém engravidavam mais. Por quê? Aos poucos, descobri que existe uma espécie de pensamento mágico, "isso não acontece comigo",mesmo entre as bem informadas (e que não tomam nenhum cuidado). Assim surgiu a ideia deste livro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;      Penso que o que acontece com  a Jana, nesta história, é o que de mais ameno pode ocorrer a uma menina que engravida tão cedo. A maioria das adolescentes que engravidam todos os anos, no Brasil - e são milhares -, não têm a mesma sorte. Suas histórias são muito, muito mais tristes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;     O que eu quero dizer, enfim, é que filho é um compromisso para sempre - e não que o prazer deva ser evitado. Nem poderia; a geração à qual pertenço lutou, entre outras coisas, pelo direito ao prazer. Como Alex e Jane Comfort, autores do belo livro ABC do amor e do sexo, acredito que o sexo é uma experiência maravilhosa, desde que respeitadas duas regrinhas básicas: não fazer nada que magoe você ou o (a) parceiro(a) e não correr o risco de trazer ao mundo um bebê indesejado.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;      Moro em São Paulo, trabalho como jornalista free-lancer e tenho vários livros juvenis publicados:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Em busca de mim. O tesouro da Ilha Doce, No teto das Américas, O ano em que fizemos greve de amor e O último curumim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;                                                   ***************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-1643797103503919246?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/1643797103503919246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-agora-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1643797103503919246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1643797103503919246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-agora-mae.html' title='E agora, Mãe?'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8486916077209364464</id><published>2010-01-30T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:43:16.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>linha Do Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quarenta e cinco anos depois,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;   Paulo Freire  é anistiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;     1964 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O educador criador do chamado Mêtodo Paulo Freire de AlfabetizaÇão coordena o Programa Nacional de AlfabetizaÇão desde 1963.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                  Com o golpe militar de 1964, ~e acusado de comunista e preso e segue para o exilio, na Bolivia. No fim do ano, muda-se para o Chile para tratar de problemas de saude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1968 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No Chile, escreve Pedagogia do Oprimido, no qual coloca os alunos como participantes do processo de AlfabetizaÇao e discute a Alfabetizaçao das  classes populares.Outro livro escrito nesse periodo do exilio e EducaÇao como Pratica da Liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1980 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com o inicio da redemocratizaÇao e a Lei  de Anistia, recebe permissao para voltar ao pais. Leciona na Faculdadede EducaÇao da Universidade Estadual de Campinas  - Unicamp e na Faculdade  de Comunicaçao e Filosofia da Pontificia Universidade Catolica de Sao Paulo - PUC=SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1989 - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assume o cargo de secretario da EducaÇao da cidade de Sao Paulo. Luta pela revisao curricular e pela recuperaÇao salarial dos professores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  1997 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Morre aos 75 anos de infarto do miocardio, em Sao Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2009 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A Comissao de Anistia do Ministerio da Justiça reconhece que Freire foi perseguido politico e exilado durante 16 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Fonte -   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Folha explica- Reportagem de  Bianca Bibiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  PS Desculpe a falta  de acentuaÇao pois ainda preciso dominar o teclado do Notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Agradeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  Maria Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8486916077209364464?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8486916077209364464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/linha-do-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8486916077209364464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8486916077209364464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/linha-do-tempo.html' title='linha Do Tempo'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-7961321330012620605</id><published>2010-01-24T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:46:11.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos: Ano Novo/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10T1Q4w3gI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-6i_W4ZJXuI/s1600-h/ano_novo_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430518531465731586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10T1Q4w3gI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-6i_W4ZJXuI/s200/ano_novo_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10TfHFq8XI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QAR5ImOyMkc/s1600-h/ano_novo_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430518150878392690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10TfHFq8XI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QAR5ImOyMkc/s200/ano_novo_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10TK2BAWWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cZd1Iu9PIb4/s1600-h/ano_novo_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430517802698037602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10TK2BAWWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cZd1Iu9PIb4/s200/ano_novo_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10S4KX5sFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fuIqsZB6HPk/s1600-h/ano_novo_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430517481745264722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10S4KX5sFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fuIqsZB6HPk/s200/ano_novo_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-7961321330012620605?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/7961321330012620605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotos-ano-novo2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7961321330012620605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7961321330012620605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotos-ano-novo2010.html' title='Fotos: Ano Novo/2010'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S10T1Q4w3gI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-6i_W4ZJXuI/s72-c/ano_novo_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-1613095059954643269</id><published>2010-01-20T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:58:38.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos Natal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f4pNct-AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rscyYUyNXGY/s1600-h/mam%C3%A3e+e+a+m%C3%A3e+de+Junior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429081262686861314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f4pNct-AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rscyYUyNXGY/s200/mam%C3%A3e+e+a+m%C3%A3e+de+Junior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f4DtrsmOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AIbRWocVHrw/s1600-h/tncachimbo+betinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429080618504591586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f4DtrsmOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AIbRWocVHrw/s320/tncachimbo+betinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Zé Sitônio e sobrinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fazendo gracinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f3C9R6vyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Y7-aodU0U8g/s1600-h/sapatos+2+-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429079505999937314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f3C9R6vyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Y7-aodU0U8g/s320/sapatos+2+-013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f2eh-SrNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wL4FpBky8hs/s1600-h/Sapatos1+-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429078880194571474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f2eh-SrNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wL4FpBky8hs/s320/Sapatos1+-012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mamãe e a mãe de Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f1pFFhB8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/JXQHEqr3abA/s1600-h/natal_2009_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429077961907177410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f1pFFhB8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/JXQHEqr3abA/s320/natal_2009_027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nossos sapatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cecília cantando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;com Juninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f1PaMKaPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vqhKlBd46Nc/s1600-h/Natal_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429077520895600882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f1PaMKaPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vqhKlBd46Nc/s320/Natal_026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sitônio, Gigi e Cecília&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maria José, Flávio e Olindina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f0bDlObEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_oboTiP5U88/s1600-h/natal_2009_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429076621473508418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f0bDlObEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_oboTiP5U88/s320/natal_2009_043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1fys_j0G_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4D7mqPfl9UI/s1600-h/Natal018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429074730608237554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1fys_j0G_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4D7mqPfl9UI/s320/Natal018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Eu e Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1fxGMS5zvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4X9sH90ISrQ/s1600-h/Natal016+Oli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429072964500442866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1fxGMS5zvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4X9sH90ISrQ/s320/Natal016+Oli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Eu e Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1fwmUsrZOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pC8THb2ocO8/s1600-h/natal2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429072417000219874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1fwmUsrZOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pC8THb2ocO8/s320/natal2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;   Euuuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-1613095059954643269?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/1613095059954643269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotos-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1613095059954643269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1613095059954643269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotos-natal.html' title='Fotos Natal!!!'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/S1f4pNct-AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rscyYUyNXGY/s72-c/mam%C3%A3e+e+a+m%C3%A3e+de+Junior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4236078517104055585</id><published>2010-01-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:05:16.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Em toda verdade, há um pouco de mentira; em cada mentira, um pouco de verdade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;      "Eu clamo pela Arte. Eu clamo por Vida. Arte é Vida, Amor, Vibração".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;      "Jesus Cristo. Buda. Espíritos iluminados que nos conduzem ao caminho da Verdade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;      "No silêncio do Universo, nas manhãs, tardes e noites, com chuva ou sol, a voz divina se faz ouvir, em toda a sua plenitude".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;      "Os anjos existem. Voam como pássaros, iluminam como a lua, para melhor acompanharem o destino da humanidade, na sua passagem terrestre".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Mariana Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                          Vozes da Solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                                Literatura Brasileira - narrativa - histórias fantásticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4236078517104055585?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4236078517104055585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4236078517104055585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4236078517104055585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-352451786559345207</id><published>2009-12-20T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:16:15.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantinho das Novidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/Sy8EVXMLknI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5K1pR7c2iBk/s1600-h/manjedoura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417553641798865522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/Sy8EVXMLknI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5K1pR7c2iBk/s320/manjedoura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O NATAL EM TODO O MUNDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aguardado sempre com impaciência e ansiedade por crianças e adultos, o 25 de dezembro - NATAL - é festa celebrada em todo o mundo. De origem cristã, instituído para comemorar o nascimento do Menino Jesus, seus festejos, entretanto, não são todos de caráter religioso. Cada nação conservou, desde tempos remotos, diversas formas populares de comemorar o Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na Espanha, há as tradicionais "pastorelas" e as "piñatas", transferidas para essa época, provavelmente provindas do primeiro sábado da Quaresma; no México, as nove "posadas", também com "piñatas", cujas celebrações se estenderam a algumas regiões da Espanha e da América do Sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Constituem -se as "pastorelas "em simples, ingênuas representações teatrais, simbolizando a narração evangélica do nascimento de Jesus. As "posadas" costumam iniciar com orações às quais segue uma procissão com velas acesas, cantos e as imagens da Virgem Maria e de São josé até um local determinado em que os participantes pedem pousada para os peregrinos. Abrindo-se a porta da casa, nela se instalam as imagens em local previamente preparado, quando começa a parte religiosa da festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Penduradas ao teto, as "piñatas" - vasilhas de barro recobertas de enfeites de papel, em forma de bichos ou outras figuras - contém balas e doces, sendo o ponto alto da festa o momento em que um dos participantes, de olhos vendados, consegue quebrá-las com uma vara. Seu conteúdo espalha-se pelo chão e cada um procura apossar-se de alguma guloseima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na Alemanha, já desde os princípios do Século XVII, começaram a enfeitar arvorezinhas, por ocasião do Natal, enchendo seus galhos de luzes coloridas. É antiga a tradição de que as luzes representam as flores que se abriram na noite de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já nos países escandinavos é hábito adornar árvores para os pássaros, nelas colocando cartuchos com sementinhas que lhes sirvam de alimento. Costume usado por São Francisco de Assis, ainda no séculoXII, as representações do Natal são comuns nos países católicos: em uma manjedoura coberta de palha aparece a figura do Menino Jesus. Ao lado, as figuras de José e Maria, velando-lhe o sono; a sua volta, o boi, o burro, ovelhinhas e seus pastores, os Reis Magos, e anjinhos, num conjunto de luzes e cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A ideia de dar presentes talvez tenha vindo da história dos Reis Magos e é por isso que em muitos países só se trocam lembranças no 6 de Janeiro, quando os Reis Magos levaram oferendas ao Deus Menino. Também se atribui origem romana à troca de presentes, pois, após o dia 21 de dezembro - dia mais curto do ano no hemisfério norte - regozijando-se com a volta dos dias longos, os romanos costumavam dar presentes uns aos outros. O Natal coincide com essa época e, seja ou não verdadeira essa origem, até hoje damos presentes e enviamos cartões de boas festas nessa ocasião. É costume dos pequenos colocarem suas meias diante da chaminé ou lareira, ou os sapatinhos à janela, para receber seus presentes de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para algumas crianças, quem lhes traz as lembraças é São Nicolau e isso acontece na noite de 5 de dezembro, véspera da festa que é realizada em homenagem a este Santo. Para outras, é o "Santa Claus", o "Noël", o Papai Noel - o amável velhimho de longas barbas e cabelos brancos, todo vestido de vermelho, com um gorro à cabeça. É ele que na noite de 24 para 25 de dezembro, com um saco às costas, carregado de presentes, vai de porta em porta, entregando-os às crianças bem comportadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A celebração do Natal se generalizou a partir do Século IV, quando o cristianismo, com o Édito de Constantinopla, principiou a desfrutar de liberdade. Não se conhecendo a data precisa do nascimento de Jesus, a Igreja adotou o 25 de dezembro, por considerar a data mais provável. Para os católicos, o centro das festividades está na missa celebrada à meia noite do dia 24 - a Missa do Galo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL para todos os amigos virtuais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maria Olindina***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-352451786559345207?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/352451786559345207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/12/cantinho-das-novidades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/352451786559345207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/352451786559345207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/12/cantinho-das-novidades.html' title='Cantinho das Novidades'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/Sy8EVXMLknI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5K1pR7c2iBk/s72-c/manjedoura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3555928362553210777</id><published>2009-12-02T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:21:17.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Fotos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SxdmsNzCMuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5Wet2HDZ2_o/s1600-h/assustado_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410906387112932066" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SxdmsNzCMuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5Wet2HDZ2_o/s200/assustado_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Cecilía dançando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SxdlSuzS6zI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OOI3OTi8fVA/s1600-h/assustado+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904849784171314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SxdlSuzS6zI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OOI3OTi8fVA/s200/assustado+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Assustado (Ruth Avelino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ECCB - 27/11/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3555928362553210777?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3555928362553210777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/12/fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3555928362553210777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3555928362553210777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/12/fotos.html' title='+ Fotos!!!'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SxdmsNzCMuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5Wet2HDZ2_o/s72-c/assustado_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-1059448734021625181</id><published>2009-11-01T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:49:21.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/Su5klKhjq_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/64k390YLu4k/s1600-h/y1pkmxEM3z0Ix-ljeq-CcXmBTkm_EAUQFOUqzNMq40egJwxAXToDVHsbw3fyDPXClHsrbYe81oXTOIw25mxPCsgQA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363592906845170" style="WIDTH: 72px; 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             Ana Maria Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;                                   ISSO NINGUÉM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;                                      ME TIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;ora se apaixona pelo Bruno. Mas o rapaz gosta de Gabi, que também fica louca por ele. A família de Gabi não quer saber disso. As duas garotas são grandes amigas, mais que primas. Mas quem pode tirar as emoções e a decisão de uma menina que está crescendo? Neste livro jovem e fascinante, você vai conhecer uma história de amor e descobertas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A carioca  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ana Maria Machado  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é uma escritora que faz sucesso entre leitores de todas as idades. Daqui e de fora. Seus livros falam da magia da vida, sempre com muita criatividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Alguns trechos da Entrevista com a autora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;    * De onde veio a ideia para escrever a história de Gabi, de algum caso real que você tenha conhecido ou é pura imaginação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;    - Tudo que escrevo vem da minha cabeça : uma mistura de lembranças, sonhos, observações registros da realidade, delírios da fantasia. Nunca dá para dizer em que medida é real ou imaginado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;      * Como você consegue retratar com tanto realismo - inclusive em termos de linguagem - a vida, o dia a dia e as emoções do jovem de hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;      - Ah, isso é mágica, o mistério, a maravilha da literatura... Ela usa as palavras que estão aí na língua, à disposição de todo o mundo, e se mete na pele dos outros, vive outras vidas tão diferentes. Quando eu leio um livro bom, que me carrega, sempre fico me perguntando: "Como é que o autor consegue?" Mas quando me perguntam, não sei a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;      * E como você se tornou uma escritora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;      - Foi aos poucos. Sempre adorei ler, acho que escrever foi uma continuação natural. E eu gosto de fazer coisas que me dêm muito prazer. Sendo gente e não bicho, meus prazeres não são só comer, beber, dormir, namorar, tomar banho. Mas também pensar, viajar, conhecer outros lugares e pessoas, viver cercada de coisas bonitas. E escrever é um meio fantástico de juntar todos esses prazeres do segundo tipo: ideias, personagens e situações diferentes, procura de beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;    * Retomando o título do livro, o que ninguém tira de Ana Maria Machado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;    - Minha vontade de viver e ser feliz. Sem coleira no pescoço e sem corrente no pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;                         ******************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OBRAS  DA  AUTORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;                Para crianças e jovens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;    Bento que bento é o frade, 1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;    Camilão, o comilão, 1977.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;     História meio ao contrário,1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;     O menino Pedro e seu boi voador, 1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;     A grande aventura da maria  fumaça,1980.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;     Balas, bombons, caramelos,1980.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;     O Natal de Manuel,1980.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;                                 etc., etc., etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;              Para Adultos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;      Alice e Ulisses, romance,1983.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;      Tropical sol da liberdade, romance,1988.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;       Aos quatro ventos, romance,1993.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;                                 etc., etc., etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;    Tchau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;           Maria Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8498771374466553843?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8498771374466553843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/magia-da-literatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8498771374466553843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8498771374466553843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/magia-da-literatura.html' title='A  Magia Da Literatura'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-731540715372085391</id><published>2009-10-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:26:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O MENINO MALUQUINHO</title><content type='html'>Na turma em que&lt;br /&gt;         ele andava&lt;br /&gt;         ele era&lt;br /&gt;         o menorzinho&lt;br /&gt;         o mais espertinho&lt;br /&gt;         o mais bonitinho&lt;br /&gt;         o mais alegrinho&lt;br /&gt;         o mais maluquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Eram tantas coisas&lt;br /&gt;                                         terminadas em inho&lt;br /&gt;                                         que os colegas não entendiam&lt;br /&gt;                                         como é que ele podia ser um companheirão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ziraldo. O menino maluquinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                  *************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Crianças do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                           Eddie Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;       Para onde quer que eu vá, vejo crianças em todas as espécies de cenários, desde campos de refugiados a favelas ou palácios reais. Nunca deixei de me impressionar com sua resistência, sua capacidade de rápida recuperação, sua faculdade de aguentar, de suportar as privações e a dor. Surpreendi-me particularmente com a facilidade com que aprendem a brincar em duras condições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;      Há muitos anos tiro fotografias em muitos lugares, normalmente sobre assuntos relacionados com o mundo dos adultos, como guerras, crises de fome ou coroações, e há muito também que me dei conta de que todos esses motivos dizem igualmente respeito às crianças. Por isso, comecei a bater fotos delas. Sua inocência e receptividade fazem que o ato de fotografá-las se transforme em alegria. Vivem num mundo que não construíram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;    As crianças representam cerca de um quarto da população mundial. Não estão preparadas para se defenderem; têm de depender daquilo que os adultos lhes dão. São vítimas das circunstâncias. Dão-nos alegria, levam-nos às lágrimas, fazem-nos sentir responsáveis  e, acima de tudo, são a nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;São as crianças do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12/10/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;         Dia da Criança*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                Faça uma criança sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                O sorriso não custa nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                Dura apenas um instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                Mas a sua lembrança é eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Quem se habilita a elaborar um cordel para menino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                Vamos agir!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-731540715372085391?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/731540715372085391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-menino-maluquinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/731540715372085391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/731540715372085391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-menino-maluquinho.html' title='O MENINO MALUQUINHO'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8368119062539600245</id><published>2009-10-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:39:38.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRAS  DE  MÉDICOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;arte de curar é inspiradora. Para estes médicos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;                 o prazer de contar histórias está entrelaçado ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;                                  prazer de cuidar do próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;       -&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Trechos da Revista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;                                                                                   Diálogo Médico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;João Guimarães Rosa foi médico antes de se tornar um dos maiores escritores brasileiros. Durante dois anos, ele exerceu a profissão em Itaguara, então uma cidade mineira sem luz elétrica, e se deslocava a cavalo para chegar aos pacientes. Foi nesse tempo que fez as primeiras anotações das falas populares mais tarde distribuídas pelas suas histórias originais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;            Contam que Guimarães Rosa se revelou um profissional de diagnósticos impecavelmente precisos. Contam também que o transbordamento da sua emotividade era tal que acabou pondo um fim à carreira. Ele sofria com as dores do mundo e não se conformava com a falta de recursos da medicina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;            Embora tenha sido médico e diplomata, nasceu mesmo para ser escritor, como afirma a sua filha Wilma Guimarães no livro Relembrando Guimarães Rosa, meu pai. Basta dizer que no dia em que fez o seu parto, a mãe teve de esquecer das contrações para acalmar o marido. O médico chorava compulsivamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;           O oncologista paulistano Drauzio Varella, um dos pioneiros no tratamento da AIDS no Brasil era um médico renomado quando partiu para a literatura. Estação Carandiru, o livro baseado na experiência dentro do extinto maior presídio do país, vendeu mais de 150 mil  exemplares e ainda virou filme. Com o sucesso, Varella poderia até pensar em aposentar o jaleco. Mas não: prosseguiu sendo um médico que escreve, e não o contrário. No seu último livro, Por um fio, continuou dialogando com a medicina e mergulhou fundo nos dramas vividos por pacientes terminais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;         O reumatologista mineiro Pedro Nava, considerado por Carlos Drummond de Andrade o maior memoralista brasileiro, seria tão minucioso em suas memórias, a exemplo de Baú de ossos, caso não tivesse familiaridade com o mundo microscópio da ciência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                           &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;18/10/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;                            Dia do Médico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8368119062539600245?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8368119062539600245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/letras-de-medicos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8368119062539600245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8368119062539600245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/letras-de-medicos.html' title='LETRAS  DE  MÉDICOS'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3995949379583855584</id><published>2009-10-18T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:38:51.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O MESTRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StveLH_s7kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lHZE_jaHIO4/s1600-h/60698-thumbnailbanco+solit%C3%A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149261412462146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StveLH_s7kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lHZE_jaHIO4/s200/60698-thumbnailbanco+solit%C3%A1rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ele era velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ele era belo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E era bom como o pão, e era puro como a água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A sua barba branca e larga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;era uma estriga de linho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;num fuso de marfim velho. Ele era sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E era cego, principalmente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;os seus olhos vazios tinham derramado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;toda a própria beleza nos olhos da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;que o viu sentado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;no vale profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sob o crepúsculo roxo que ele não via,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;o cotovelo fincado na tartaruga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;da lira, e a voz criando, pelo som, um mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um vento de elegia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;levava o seu canto e deixava em cada ruga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;da sua fronte e da sua veste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;uma alma branca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele era o Mestre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;E era cego, mas belo como um sol na névoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E tinha as mãos harmoniosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ágeis sobre as cordas como dois pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dos seus olhos ocos saia a treva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mas dos seus lábios lentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nasciam as palavras de asas luminosas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Guilherme de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15/10/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dia do Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3995949379583855584?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3995949379583855584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-mestre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3995949379583855584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3995949379583855584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-mestre.html' title='O MESTRE'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StveLH_s7kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lHZE_jaHIO4/s72-c/60698-thumbnailbanco+solit%C3%A1rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8394933806254677771</id><published>2009-10-12T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:57:23.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLfjgSl1wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XwgYkUplDFE/s1600-h/Olindina+-+Teixeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391617504972232450" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLfjgSl1wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XwgYkUplDFE/s200/Olindina+-+Teixeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teixeira/PB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLe0jYyrJI/AAAAAAAAADw/205KQpKFXjA/s1600-h/2064680312_92e379da71_m+Din.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391616698349694098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLe0jYyrJI/AAAAAAAAADw/205KQpKFXjA/s200/2064680312_92e379da71_m+Din.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLd5YhuqVI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jt_8on9CjYg/s1600-h/6e3953586e4e5937714532593948714b5a5a757672673d3d_thumb_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391615681822107986" style="WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLd5YhuqVI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jt_8on9CjYg/s200/6e3953586e4e5937714532593948714b5a5a757672673d3d_thumb_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fundação Casa José Américo de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLcOHplMgI/AAAAAAAAADg/lsAgSd8ooQA/s1600-h/Dindina,+shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391613839045636610" style="WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLcOHplMgI/AAAAAAAAADg/lsAgSd8ooQA/s200/Dindina,+shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Shopping - Manaíra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8394933806254677771?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8394933806254677771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8394933806254677771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8394933806254677771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/fotos.html' title='Fotos'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/StLfjgSl1wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XwgYkUplDFE/s72-c/Olindina+-+Teixeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-9172953644775879751</id><published>2009-10-11T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:41:04.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>História</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                      ***** VANA VERBA *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     (*) - A História inscreve-se dentro das Ciência Humanas ou Ciências do espírito e a História da Educação é uma ciência a um tempo descritiva e normativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    (*)  - Tais ciências - escreve Buzzi - carregam dentro de si uma dose enorme de Hermeneutica. A Hermeneutica pretende alcançar a palavra ou o sentido do que acontece; auscultando e analisando a atividade humana; a ação humana mostra-se sempre cheia de sentido e carregada de valor. (cf. Introdução ao Pensar.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   (*) - O estudo da História tem como ponto de partida o homem. Todo homem e o homem todo. Em sua dimensão de pessoa, agente da História, fazedor de História e ele - mesmo,história viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   (*) -  Nenhum acontecimento (Fenômeno) pode dizer-se história, se não estiver ancorado no "homem-aí" , que é o "homem - político",  membro de uma comunidade e um grupo social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   (*)  - Esse homem- político  "está - aí" para  viver - COM, isto é, para o convívio de que a POLIS é a Cidade a ser continuamente construída, no dia-a-dia apesar do mito de Sisifo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   (*) - Mas, o homem histórico é simultaneamente o homem jogado entre o provisório e o definitivo, onde se realiza como pessoa ,tentando alcançar sua dimensão de pessoa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                   - Comunicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                   - Interiorização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                   - Afrontamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                   - Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                   - Ação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    (*) - No entanto... ele será sempre o velho Ulisses, aquele prisioneiro do tempo e do espaço, amadurecendo na visão do retorno. Vive numa contínua  procura, por vezes perdido num mar de angústias. Mas, é aí que  realiza sua POESIA e com ela e nela e por ela, ensaia sua saída para a Pátria que o transcende. Ora, sem esta revolução sua vida é despida de todo e qualquer sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;   (*) - Todo homem é um argonauta do Ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-9172953644775879751?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/9172953644775879751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/historia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/9172953644775879751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/9172953644775879751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/historia.html' title='História'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-7014562434041040792</id><published>2009-10-11T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:51:40.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;    Um plano de curso!!!... Um programa... um roteiro... que, tudo são métodos, isto é, "caminho para". Tudo são didáticas de se fazer sabor para aqueles que buscam o saber. Não esquecer isso: tudo são meios. Apenasmente meios. Em momento algum eles devem substituir o fim. A verdadeira finalidade de aprender que, numa palavrinha, é sinônimo de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;   Quando o aprender, o assistir aulas, aulas, o relacionar-se com o mestre não nos torna mais felizes, tudo perde o seu valor. O SABER É SEM SABOR!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;   PASTILHAS PSICOTÔNICAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      ** Só fales quando aquilo que vais dizer pesa mais que o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      ** A bondade sorridente das pessoas encontra rápido o caminho dos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      ** Aqueles que não desejam a liberdade para os outros, não a merecem para si mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      ** Estamos cheios de coisas que nos evaziam de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      ** É muito importante saber ler nas entrelinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;    QUADRINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;    ************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                   Olhos que amo nesta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                    e olhos que moram nos meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                    quem me dera, embevecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                    que eu morasse só nos teus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     SORRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                   O general conversava com o soldado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                    - Soube que você é um heroi. Fez correr o inimigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                    - É verdade, meu general, e ele não conseguiu pegar-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-7014562434041040792?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/7014562434041040792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/meditacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7014562434041040792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7014562434041040792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/10/meditacao.html' title='Meditação'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3921473066660735688</id><published>2009-08-23T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:36:40.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morada do Inventor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A professora pedia e a gente levava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  achando loucura ou monte de lixo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  latas vazias de bebidas, caixas de fósforo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  pedaços de papel de embrulho, fitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  brinquedos quebrados, xícaras sem asa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  recortes  e bichos, pessoas, luas e estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  revistas e jornais lidos, retalhos de tecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  rendas, linhas, penas de aves, cascas de ovo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  pedaços de madeira, de ferro ou de plástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  Um dia, a professora deu a partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  e transformamos, colamos e colorimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  E surgiram bonecos esquisitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  bichos de outros planetas, bruxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  e coisas malucas que Deus não inventou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  Tudo o que nascia ganhava nome, pais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;   casa, amigos, parentes e país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;   E nasceram histórias de rir ou de arrepiar!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;    E a escola virou morada de inventor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3921473066660735688?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3921473066660735688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/morada-do-inventor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3921473066660735688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3921473066660735688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/morada-do-inventor.html' title='Morada do Inventor'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-956230929319620471</id><published>2009-08-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:30:15.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Amores De Carmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SojKA_ZbMiI/AAAAAAAAADY/Od4oeyCC6gc/s1600-h/files+amores+de+Carmem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370764674006200866" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SojKA_ZbMiI/AAAAAAAAADY/Od4oeyCC6gc/s200/files+amores+de+Carmem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Rita Haywork e Glenn Ford estão vibrantes e voláteis como os dois apaixonantes amantes neste drama romântico de desejo e vingança. Passado na Espanha  do século 19, a bela cigana e o respeitável soldado incendeiam a tela com um caso de amor que você jamais vai esquecer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-956230929319620471?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/956230929319620471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-amores-de-carmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/956230929319620471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/956230929319620471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-amores-de-carmen.html' title='Os Amores De Carmen'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SojKA_ZbMiI/AAAAAAAAADY/Od4oeyCC6gc/s72-c/files+amores+de+Carmem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-2722342946892444630</id><published>2009-08-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:30:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Quem Os Sinos Dobram - 1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Um idealista americano luta contra o exército franquista na Espanha. Lá ele conhece uma jovem que teve seus pais mortos pelo exército, que decide ajudá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;  Com Gary Cooper e Ingrid Bergman.&lt;br /&gt; Vencedor do Oscar de Melhor Atriz Coadjuvante.&lt;br /&gt; Filme de estréia da atriz Katina Paxinou.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;     "A morte  de  um  homem  me  abate,  pois  faço  parte  da  humanidade.  Portanto,  nunca  sei  para  quem  os  sinos  dobram.&lt;br /&gt;                         Dobram  por  ti".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-2722342946892444630?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/2722342946892444630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-quem-os-sinos-dobram-1943.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2722342946892444630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2722342946892444630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-quem-os-sinos-dobram-1943.html' title='Por Quem Os Sinos Dobram - 1943'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-773563027403443845</id><published>2009-08-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:27:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões Sobre a Arte de Ensinar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    * Imagine como é difícil ensinar crianças que não têm dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                - Clarence Darrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  * Não sou professor, sou apenas um viajante a quem você pergunta o caminho. Eu aponto à frente - tanto a minha frente quanto à sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                               - George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   * Se você não for bem sucedido na primeira tentativa, não se preocupe, pois aconteceu o mesmo com o professor  da sala ao lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   *Se a sua aula deixar duas pessoas felizes, tenha certeza de que uma delas é você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   * Feliz do professor que olha pela sala e não vê nenhuma cara entediada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   * O conhecimento faz desabrochar nossas aspirações e pode se tornar o guia da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                    - Will Durant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    * Ao ensinar, o professor também está aprendendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                      - Sêneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    * O sucesso dos seus alunos é, no fundo, o seu próprio sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                Maria*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-773563027403443845?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/773563027403443845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflexoes-sobre-arte-de-ensinar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/773563027403443845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/773563027403443845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflexoes-sobre-arte-de-ensinar.html' title='Reflexões Sobre a Arte de Ensinar'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-7675316614942367487</id><published>2009-07-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:53:15.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La grandiosidad de la arquitectura barroca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SlBNuwyjyfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZTYa5shj4zA/s1600-h/Montagem_08_-_20x30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354865422709803506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SlBNuwyjyfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZTYa5shj4zA/s200/Montagem_08_-_20x30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uno de los mayores parques Barrocos de Brasil se encuentra en João Pessoa, superado apenas por Olinda y Salvador. João Pessoa guarda relíquias preciosas de este tiempo maravilhoso donde el oro y el tallado demonstraban toda adoración y gloria de Dios. El conjunto de San Francisco, com la Iglesia y el Convento de Santo Antonio es una obra prima de la arquitectura colonial portuguesa. Sagrada en año de 1734, sus altares, así como todo el curpo de la iglesia están ricamente decorados artesanalmente en tejidos de fino estampado, revestidos en hojas de oro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un magnífico panel adorna el techo en una extensión de más de cuarenta metros, una adoración a la vida de San Francisco y de la orden religiosa. Un amplo panel externo com incisiones de azulejos completa el conjunto que fue totalmente recuperado y está abierto al público.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Capilla de orden Tercera de San Francisco queda en un plano perpendicular a la Iglesia de Santo Antonio separada apenas por un gran arcada de Yacarandá. Moldada en el mismo estilo de la Iglesia, posee tres altares en madera tallada dorada y cuadros representativos de la época.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paraíba - Patrimony &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-7675316614942367487?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/7675316614942367487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-grandiosidad-de-la-arquitectura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7675316614942367487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7675316614942367487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-grandiosidad-de-la-arquitectura.html' title='La grandiosidad de la arquitectura barroca'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SlBNuwyjyfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZTYa5shj4zA/s72-c/Montagem_08_-_20x30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-1771803001795396834</id><published>2009-07-04T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:15:58.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdo PRI - 4</title><content type='html'>Mago, meu caro:Seguindo o texto que escrevi sobre a PRI-4 no qual você é citado.Seguem também as fotos tiradas. Estou ainda trabalhando no video que está muito "pesado". Depois eu mando. O telefone de Carlinhos mudou pois ele agora reside em Campinas, SP. Pedi a ele e a qualquer hora ele envia. Vamos esperar. Meu abraço com a esperançade que nos vejamos em breve.Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hugocaldas.blogspot.com/2008/11/recuerdo-34-pri-4.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Recuerdo 34 - A PRI-4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGPUqos86MU/STE0hMEqvnI/AAAAAAAABP8/2zkI9-ONMi4/s1600-h/Hug%C3%A3o+setentao+2.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugo CaldasDécada de cinqüenta. Tempos amenos, sem a violência reinante dos dias de hoje. Nós éramos felizes e sabíamos. Ginásio Solon de Lucena do Professor Otacilio, alí nas Trincheiras, perto da casa de Elpídio Navarro. Lá estudavam comigo, Walter Lins, da Radio Tabajara, Ivo Bechara, Marcos Meireles, uma lourona - sempre elas - chamada Iris e mais uma porção de gente boa. Onde estarão hoje, Ivo Bechara, Marcos Meireles, Íris e todos os outros? Tempos do canto orfeônico, matéria obrigatória, invenção de Villa Lobos onde cantávamos e por força teríamos que estudar teoria musical e viver às voltas com um fatídico ditado, "tá-aaa-tá-ti-tá-tá."Tempos dos circos, Garcia e Nerino que erguiam as suas lonas na Lagoa. Contava meu pai que certa noite em espetáculo concorrido no Circo Garcia, um tal Sargento Nunes herói da Revolução de 1930, por conta de uma aposta, quase matou um urso durante a função. O Sargento Nunes era meio avantajado no físico. Anos mais tarde, meio ressabiado, tive um namorico com uma de suas filhas.Tempos da PRI-4, Radio Tabajara da Paraíba.Tempos do "Trio Jaçanã," Walter Lins, Zé Pequeno e Marlene Freire. Cantavam e ainda cantam que é uma harmonia só. De deixar sabiá complexado. Jamais encontrei vocalização mais perfeita. A Marlene foi uma garota prodígio. Certa vez, já famosa, de volta de uma viagem, em aniversário na casa de umas tias, lá na Rua 4 de Novembro, tanto pediram que ela constrangida se dispôs a cantar, a capela, olhando pros lados visivelmente incomodada pelo fato de não haver uma orquestra a acompanhá-la.A PRI-4 foi fundada em 1937 e tinha uma programação de primeira linha. Várias atrações nacionais e internacionais aconteciam no seu auditório. Era a glória. Convivi bastante com a atmosfera sadia da Radio porque uma das minhas tias trabalhava na secretaria durante o dia e às vezes dava recital de piano em programa tarde da noite. O primeiro transmissor da emissora, com a potência de 5.000 watts foi montado na Mata do Buraquinho, enquanto seus estúdios funcionavam em um prédio "Art Nouveau" em esquina da Rua da Palmeira por trás do Palácio da Justiça. Lá, cheguei a assistir: Xavier Cugat, Ruy Rey, Agustín Lara, (autor de "Maria Bonita - sucesso mundial) Orquestra Cassino de Sevilha, João Dias, clone perfeito do Francisco Alves, e infindáveis atrações.Com o passar do tempo e já no governo de Zé Américo, Antonio Lucena na direção da rádio, querendo marcar a sua administração, trouxe a João Pessoa a famosa orquestra de Tommy Dorsey. Dá para acreditar? Eu, quase menino lembro que assisti à performance sentado no chão do palco bem ao lado do pianista. Hoje, fico relembrando meio que duvidando se tudo aquilo aconteceu mesmo. A imagem é bastante forte. Como são fortes as imagens dos locutores Gilberto Patricio, Jaci Cavalcanti, e de dentro do "aquário" a figura simpática de Linduarte Noronha ainda sem os louros da fama, fones nos ouvidos, mero locutor de estúdio. Anos mais tarde, Paulo Pontes, nosso maior dramaturgo, também fez part do "Cast" de locutores da Tabajara. O maestro Nôzinho, de curta passagem. O cantor Ruy de Assis, sucesso até hoje, mais tarde meu Diretor Regional, quando da minha passagem traumática por uma Franquia dos Correios.A cantora Meves Gama, Eclipse, cantor de bela voz. Esse pessoal faz muita falta ao cenário pobre e ridículo da música brasileira de hoje. Dizem, aliás, que a MPB morreu. Eu acho que morreu, sim. Quem de vocês se lembra de alguma música realmente bonita destes últimos anos?A presença da Tabajara era tal que à época o Mago Gilvan, (por onde anda?) sobrinho do "Seu" Lemos do Plaza, sabia de cor e repetia a toda hora o texto do encerramento da programação da PRI-4 que era mais ou menos assim: "24 horas. Últimos instantes de um dia. A noite moribunda apressa-se para ceder lugar à madrugada... A seqüência dos fatos cronológicos..."Pasmem, mas assisti na PRI-4 uma das primeiras performances de José Vasconcelos - "Eu Sou O Espetáculo" - o pai de todos esses "show-men" que temos hoje, à partir do mestre Chico Anysio. Como era prazeroso ver e ouvir um grupo formado por dois irmãos e duas irmãs que cantavam afinadíssimos, os "Tabajaras do Ritmo." A imagem do Sargento da polícia, Dedé, saxofonista dos bons e que andava de motocicleta. Aliás, os músicos eram um caso a parte, todos excelentes. Canhoto começou tocando no Regional da Rádio. Vieram para João Pessoa conjuntos vocais, como Los Panchos, Los Palomitos, Quinteto Los Pioneros, as Irmãs Parisi e cantores como Josefine Baker, Ninon Sevilla, Ester de Abreu, Gregório Barrios, Ernesto Bonino e o famoso "Bigode Cantante", Bienvenido Granda. Chico Alves veio inaugurar a emissora em 1937. Era muito prestígio. Mas, o bom mesmo para mim, era o Trio Jaçanã. Pascoal Carrilho anunciava... "E com vocês... O Trio Jaçanã...”O Trio atacava com o seu conhecido prefixo:“E eu te encontrei tão sozinha na tua estrada”.Te dei minha mão mesmo em troca de nadaPara amenizar teu desgostoCom todo o prazer te ajudeiCarreguei tua cruzDei-te apoio moralTransformei tua vidaNuma alvorada de luz.”Da convivência no Solon de Lucena nasceu um "clone" do Jaçanã - Valter Lins, Marcos Meireles e o locutor que vos fala. Chamava-se "Trio Coqueiro Seco" e o nosso carro chefe era nada mais nada menos do que "Prece ao Vento" (vento que embalança as paia do coqueiro), de Gilvan Chaves. Mais tarde, já de volta ao Colégio Marista surgiu uma outra formação do Coqueiro Seco. Desta vez com Aldemir Sorrentino e Marcos (Quinho) Aguiar,"O Homem da Estrela de Ouro," por onde andam o meu amigo e seus irmãos José e Hugo?Certa vez, Pascoal em pleno palco - que era separado da platéia por um enorme vidro - apresentava um programa. Vale dizer que Pascoal era que nem o Chacrinha antes do Chacrinha aparecer na TV. Ele era o faz-tudo. Escrevia, dirigia, interpretava papéis e fazia o comercial. Nesse dia o patrocínio era da "Aguardente de Cana Praianinha". Pascoal microfone em punho berrava aos quatro ventos: "Beba Praianinha, a melhor aguardente do Brasil." E continuava na sua arenga: Eu bebo Praianinha, Antonio Lucena (diretor da Rádio) bebe Praianinha, nós todos bebemos Praianinha... nesse exato momento um rapaz lá na platéia grita: "Já está bêbado a essa hora né, Pascoal? Ele não se fez de rogado. Chispou de volta:"A mãe daquele rapaz também bebe Praianinha"! O programa virou bagunça.Corriam inúmeras histórias sobre todo o mundo dentro da Rádio. Uma bem interessante dá contas de uma cachaça que Pascoal tomou devidamente acompanhado por Bienvenido Granda. A brincadeira durou vários dias. Ao cabo do décimo dia os dois se separaram e tornaram a aparecer, mas cada um em um lugar diferente. Pascoal em Campina Grande e Bienvenido em Currais Novos. Absolutamente perdidos. Não sei se foi verdade. Só sei que foi assim.P.S. Soube que o atual prefeito tem projetos para fazer voltar o Ponto de Cem Réis à sua antiga feição. Parabéns. É preciso tirar mesmo essa aberração do centro da minha cidade. 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SlAyqoUkLOI/AAAAAAAAADI/J6sXpBicYTg/s200/dina%2520rosto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A CRIANÇA E OS LIVROS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Folheada, a folha de um livro retoma&lt;br /&gt;o lânguido vegetal da folha folha,&lt;br /&gt;e um livro se folheia ou se desfolha&lt;br /&gt;como sob o vento a árvore que o doa".&lt;br /&gt;- João Cabral de Melo Neto&lt;br /&gt;Até +&lt;br /&gt;Maria Olindina* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-2851069477789858857?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/2851069477789858857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/07/crianca-e-os-livros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2851069477789858857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2851069477789858857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/07/crianca-e-os-livros.html' title='A criança e os livros'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SlAyqoUkLOI/AAAAAAAAADI/J6sXpBicYTg/s72-c/dina%2520rosto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4945433130906604288</id><published>2009-06-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:11:21.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inclusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Inclusão é o privilégio de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;        conviver com as diferenças"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;                   &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A educação inclusiva acolhe todas as pessoas, sem exceção. É para o estudante com deficiência física, para os que têm comprometimento mental, para os superdotados, para todas as minorias e para a criança que é discriminada por qualquer outro motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;                  Estar junto é se aglomerar  no cinema, no ônibus e até na sala de aula com pessoas que não conhecemos.  Já i&lt;em&gt;nclusão é estar com, é interagir com o outro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                 &lt;/em&gt;O que faz uma escola ser inclusiva é um bom projeto pedagógico, que começa pela reflexão. Diferentemente do que muitos possam pensar, inclusão é mais do que ter rampas e banheiros adaptados. A equipe da escola inclusiva deve discutir o motivo de tanta repetência e indisciplina, de os professores não darem conta do recado e de os pais não participarem. Um bom projeto valoriza a cultura, a história e as experiências anteriores da turma. As práticas pedagógicas  também precisam ser revistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;                O que impressiona  é que ,mesmo um professor sem capacitação pode ensinar alunos com deficiência. Uma criança surda, por exemplo, aprende com o especialista  libras (língua brasileira de sinais) e leitura labial. Para  ser alfabetizada em lingua portuguesa para surdos, conhecida como L2, a criança é atendida por um professor de língua portuguesa capacitado para isso. A função do regente é trabalhar os  conteúdos, mas as parcerias são muito produtivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;               E como o professor ensina a cegos e surdos sem dominar o braile e a língua de sinais? Não precisa dominar o braile, porque quem escreve é o aluno e até porque  há a opção de pedir ajuda ao especialista  para traduzir os textos e ,por conseguinte o professor faz as devidas correções. E quanto as libras é até positivo que o professor não saiba porque a criança tem que entender a língua portuguesa escrita. Claro que , ter noções de libras,   facilita a comunicação, mas não é essencial para a aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;                                    ************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4945433130906604288?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4945433130906604288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/inclusao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4945433130906604288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4945433130906604288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/inclusao.html' title='Inclusão'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4229421680535600749</id><published>2009-06-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:23:37.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraibana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebola, Paraibana!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Que rebolado bacana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; É este do corpo teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Rebola, agita o veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Deste teu corpo moreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Que arrasa o juízo meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Rebola e, em teu rebolado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Passa aqui perto, ao meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Para que eu possa sentir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Sentir cheiro de pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Nesse corpo sapecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Que quase me faz cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Rebola, sai  por aí rebolando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Que eu fico pasmo , pensando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Parado, de mão no queixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Fico pensando se, deitado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Este corpo sapecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Tem o mesmo remelexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;( Do livro: Passos da Minha Caminhada - Poesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Autor: Tarcísio Formiga - Engenheiro da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nascido em Pombal, no sertão da Paraíba , a 21 de abril de 1940, filho de Francisco Arnaud Formiga e de Cândida Alencar Formiga. Engenheiro civil, enquanto em sua trajetória profissional participava de aberturas de estradas, como a Belém-Brasília, trilhava os caminhos da poesia, pontilhando de bom humor e alto astral os passos da sua caminhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje vive em Eunápolis, na Bahia, onde cultiva a poesia nas suas mais diversas formas de apresentação. Frequentemente é convidado para se fazer presente nas escolas universitárias da região e em variados eventos culturais para falar sobre literatura de cordel, contar "causos" e declamar poemas seus e de muitos outros poetas que conhece. Por onde passa, deixa todos empolgados com seu humor contagiante, enriquecido de inteligência, marca forte de seus poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Inté,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maria*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4229421680535600749?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4229421680535600749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/paraibana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4229421680535600749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4229421680535600749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/paraibana.html' title='Paraibana'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8153857199776828012</id><published>2009-06-14T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:18:17.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correção</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;   Boa madrugada, gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Desculpe falhas na digitação do texto "Meditação', postada em 12/06/2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;    Onde se lê Leornado Pof - leia-se: Leonardo Boff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Agradeço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                           Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8153857199776828012?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8153857199776828012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/correcao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8153857199776828012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8153857199776828012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/correcao.html' title='Correção'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8516507178239668709</id><published>2009-06-12T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:51:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM8UF3yg1I/AAAAAAAAADA/Eola2xfKILM/s1600-h/4f3956754c6c39694e6d49754f4e614d472b6b5331673d3d_thumb_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346683498490135378" style="WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM8UF3yg1I/AAAAAAAAADA/Eola2xfKILM/s200/4f3956754c6c39694e6d49754f4e614d472b6b5331673d3d_thumb_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  Olindina e Junior (genro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM6UFg6OfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ur8RDt4NzHw/s1600-h/59363249564a7165574a50776269543377674b542f513d3d_thumb_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346681299370916338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM6UFg6OfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ur8RDt4NzHw/s200/59363249564a7165574a50776269543377674b542f513d3d_thumb_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Restaurante Chinês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM5ouQczwI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y0zBIAJ0yWA/s1600-h/tnrestaurante+chin%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346680554393489154" style="WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM5ouQczwI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y0zBIAJ0yWA/s200/tnrestaurante+chin%C3%AAs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Restaurante Chinês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM41zZHhFI/AAAAAAAAACo/vlgFYs2txeE/s1600-h/sm_profile+cecilia+e+junior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346679679598691410" style="WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM41zZHhFI/AAAAAAAAACo/vlgFYs2txeE/s200/sm_profile+cecilia+e+junior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cecília e  Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM13kRk-bI/AAAAAAAAACg/QxRJoRunQxs/s1600-h/y1aL1YoJXcxKCdT03BTiNE5yLFdlCjlCJWEnn4DBvg3oqBtuTa5Nj9WBCqZ-Si0km0mBavOWSiQB-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346676411365390770" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM13kRk-bI/AAAAAAAAACg/QxRJoRunQxs/s200/y1aL1YoJXcxKCdT03BTiNE5yLFdlCjlCJWEnn4DBvg3oqBtuTa5Nj9WBCqZ-Si0km0mBavOWSiQB-E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maria Cecília (filha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8516507178239668709?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8516507178239668709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8516507178239668709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8516507178239668709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/fotos.html' title='Fotos!'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SjM8UF3yg1I/AAAAAAAAADA/Eola2xfKILM/s72-c/4f3956754c6c39694e6d49754f4e614d472b6b5331673d3d_thumb_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-1109665384332565877</id><published>2009-06-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:53:14.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditação</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Disse alguém (se eu não me engano Leornado Pof): Cristo é a crise do mundo. ou o mundo transcende a si mesmo e assim se salva, ou se fecha sobre si mesmo e liquida Jesus do seu meio, e assim se condena, se perde. A aceitação de Jesus Cristo como Deus é uma questão de fé. Ora, a fé é um dom de Deus . Nisso reside o supremo mistério de muitos que gostariam de crer e, ou não podem ou não querem ou não, sabem... LA FOI EST UN DOM DE DIEU, exclamava o filósofo francês, Blaise Pascal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;           &lt;em&gt;PASTILHAS PSICOTÔNICAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;           ******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;     *** Só o corpo animado do amor contém uma alma viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;     *** Quando dois estão juntos nenhuma técnica é válida para se comunicar, só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;     a intuição do ser a ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;     *** O sofrimento é a vizinhança de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;     *** Abrir-se para a luz é automaticamente espantar as sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;           QUADRINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;           *************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;                                    És tão linda e feiticeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;                                    Que, sendo o céu teu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;                                    Talvez, Deus lá não te quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;                                    Para lá não se pecar!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;          SORRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;          ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;   Era a aula de Lição de Anatomia. Nisso o professor perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;               - Em quantas partes se divide o homem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;               - Em três: paletó, colete e calças!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;       Abraços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;            Maria Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-1109665384332565877?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/1109665384332565877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/meditacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1109665384332565877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1109665384332565877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/06/meditacao.html' title='Meditação'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5912490539838754891</id><published>2009-05-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:13:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      Era uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Para ler com seus alunos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;             &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;O Grande   Encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ra uma vez um Autor com uma vaga ideia para uma nova história. E como nessa história tinha vaga de verdade para um grande Personagem, pensou em começar sua busca colocando um anúncio no jornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;           "Procura-se um Personagem disposto a viver aventuras eletrizantes. Não é necessário ter experiência no tema, mas algumas características serão especialmente consideradas: um certo preparo físico, raciocínio rápido e personalidade  carismática".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;            O primeiro candidato a se apresentar foi logo dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                 - Participei de passagens importantes de muitos livros famosos, imortalizados por personagens estrelados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                - Ah, parabéns! O senhor tem razão. Os grandes personagens não envelhecem. Mas, se entendi bem, o senhor nunca foi o protagonista desses enredos, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Enfim... É uma pena, mas um coadjuvante de idade avançada não é o que busco. Desculpe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  Dois dias e muitas páginas amassadas depois, o Autor recebe outro candidato - um tipo muito sincero, mas bastante imaturo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Já passei por muitas imaginações, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Mas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Nunca cheguei ao papel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              -  Preciso de alguém que acredite em mim, que me decifre e me revele com todas as letras, entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;            - Você é muito interessante. Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Na semana seguinte, com a cabeça embaralhada e ainda sem um herói à vista, o Autor começa a pensar em outras possibilidades e, repentinamente, tem uma grande ideia: e se o narrador transformasse a própria aventura em Personagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Animado, ele já ia colocar o texto em ação quando o telefone toca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Bom dia. Posso falar com o Autor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - E o senhor é...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - O Personagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Ah, claro, o anúncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Exato, o anúncio. Muito bem escrito, por sinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Quantos livros o senhor publicou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - ...!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Alô? Alô, o senhor está na linha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Sim... Claro, estou ouvindo... Continue, por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;              - Desculpe! Espero que não me leve a mal, mas preciso saber um pouco mais sobre o seu estilo, como é o seu processo criativo, quais gêneros o senhor domina, se tem livros premiados... É que não me encaixo com naturalidade em qualquer texto. Tenho que sentir alguma consistência literária, entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  O Autor experimentou vários estados de espírito. No ínicio, ficou atônico. Mais que isso, catatônico! Depois, a palavra certa seria "irritado". Mas, pouco a pouco, foi se sentindo, como dizer?, impressionado! Pois, à medida em que respondia às perguntas do Personagem, foi se surpreendendo mais e mais com suas próprias palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  No dia seguinte, conversaram de novo. E no outro, outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  Trocaram ideias durante tanto tempo que acabaram se tornando grandes amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  Anos depois, eram tão íntimos que um  logo adivinhava o que o outro tinha acabado de pensar e, juntos, inventaram histórias fabulosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                     _____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Silvana Tavano, autora deste conto, é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                        jornalista, autora de livros infantis e juvenis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5912490539838754891?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5912490539838754891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5912490539838754891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5912490539838754891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto.html' title='Conto'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3497684287267956150</id><published>2009-05-12T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:44:35.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visão da História da Educação - Roteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;    Educação - Nós a entendemos, continuamos entendendo-a como o desabrochar de todas as potencialidades humanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;         1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Já se disse que a História não olha para trás... no entanto, os séculos que ficam deixam, por vezes marcas indeléveis. Sulcos mais ou menos profundos. Efeitos e consequências que se incrustam nos séculos que entram e que deles dificilmente se libertam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;        2.Bacon, Descartes, Hobbes, etc. passam mas suas idéias ficam. O Realismo como doutrina pedagógica, proclama e exige a demonstração e conhecimento  das coisas antes que a das palavras. Ou pelo menos a demonstração das coisas antes que a das palavras.. Sabemos como isso impregnou toda a Educação. Até os dias de hoje. Verbalismo e memorialismo são veementemente condenados no ensino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;      3. Descartes, por exemplo, continua agindo dentro de nossas  Universidades. Diga-se o mesmo do empirismo de Bacon, conhecido como o "pai da Ciência moderna."Observar a natureza. Eis tudo. Deixar de lado o silogismo aristotélico, ou seja, a dedução e voltar-se para a "indução".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;     4. Partir de fatos singulares para os princípios gerais. A ciência pode chegar até as raízes mais profundas das coisas. O certo é que, já nos meados do século XVII, Bacon antevê a TÉCNICA-MODERNA. Seu escopo é por natureza à serviço do homem: SABER É PODER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;     5. Thomas Hobbes, muito embora não seja um pedagogo propriamente falando,, muito influiu com suas teorias na prática educativa. Toda a onda de" autoritarismo" que se alastra no século XVIII a dentro, principalmente na ordem política, é bem um exemplo de suas ideias Vale a pena ler o livro de Thomas Hobbes: LEVIATÃ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;     6.O século XVIII abre-se tendo diante de si o panorama, a razão e seu confronto com a natureza. Entra-se no século das luzes: daí o ILUMINISMO, França, Alemanha, Itália, e Rússia e Espanha voltam-se para isso. Apenas uma preocupação: erguer um trono a deusa da RAZÃO. Em breve nasceria o Positivismo que iria tornar-se quase uma religião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;    7.Data desse século o lema:TUDO PARA O POVO, PORÉM SEM O POVO. Governo bonzinho e benfeitor. Paternalista. Aqui merecia desfilar: -Frederico II da Rússia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                                                                       - Catarina II da Rússia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                                                                       - José I de Portugal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                                                                       - José II da Áustria; todos eles, sob certa forma, preocupados também com as reformas pedagógicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;   8.  Em suas linhas mestras o século XVIII foi resumido como o "SÉCULO EDUCADOR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                   *** Idolatria da Razão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                    *** Profunda ânsia de liberdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                    ***Supervalorização da ciência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                    *** Utopia de Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;          Como se vê, um exuberante otimismo pedagógico que  vê nas reformas pedagógicas a soluçao de todos os problemas , sejam individuais, sejam sociais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;    9. Porta voz dessas ideias, vemos no Enciclopedismo, a preparação remota  de grande Revolução Francesa de 1789. Que foi mesmo a ENCICLOPÉDIA? Dicionário Racional das Ciências, Artes e Ofícios. A mais completa expressão do Iluminismo francês. A obra estava prevista para 20 volumes que deveriam ser publicados entre 1751 a 1772, incorporando os mais variados escritores, como: *Voltaire;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                           * Condillac;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                            * Helvetius;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                            * Diderot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                            D'Alembert ,etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3497684287267956150?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3497684287267956150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/05/visao-da-historia-da-educacao-roteiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3497684287267956150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3497684287267956150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/05/visao-da-historia-da-educacao-roteiro.html' title='Visão da História da Educação - Roteiro'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3607135636743708409</id><published>2009-05-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:25:42.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme Exibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/Sf6G5nJIAsI/AAAAAAAAACY/DpUR_hXUGqY/s1600-h/Judy_Garland_Over_the_Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331847333171167938" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/Sf6G5nJIAsI/AAAAAAAAACY/DpUR_hXUGqY/s200/Judy_Garland_Over_the_Rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Registro de Filme Exibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Cine Theatro Rex -Cia.Exibidora de Filmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Cine Theatro Plaza -Wanderley &amp;amp;Cia. Ltda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;OUTUBRO DE 1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rex - O Mágico de Oz (The Wizard of Oz ) -Dir. : Victor Fleming, color, com Judy Garland, Jack Haley e Henry Morgan - MGM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Plaza - Rebeca, A Mulher Inesquecível (Rebecca) - Dir.: Alfred Hitchcock, com Laurence Olivier e Joan Fontaine - UA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Múcio Leal Wanderley - Telas &amp;amp; Palcos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3607135636743708409?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3607135636743708409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/05/filme-exibido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3607135636743708409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3607135636743708409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/05/filme-exibido.html' title='Filme Exibido'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/Sf6G5nJIAsI/AAAAAAAAACY/DpUR_hXUGqY/s72-c/Judy_Garland_Over_the_Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-3106115722690414605</id><published>2009-04-27T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:57:02.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sócrates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SÓCRATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Médico das almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                           Pai da Ciência Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Filho de um escultor e de uma parteira.Nada escreveu. Hoje nós o conhecemos, graças aos "diálogos" de seu discípulo Platão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;     * Com ele a Grécia ensaia seus primeiros passos num apogeu cultural, depois de ultrapassar uma fase intrigante e de que os autores não se entendem muito bem: a dos  SOFISTAS. Por alguns chamados de vendedores de ciência e até de camelôs do ensino. Outros os chamam de professores ambulantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;     * Sócrates aparece como um  autêntico pedagogo, um homem que tem a ambição de DISCIPLINAR o pensamento grego, impondo-lhe a investigação das essências. Se, de um lado os sofistas pretendiam saber tudo, não acreditando em nada,Sócrates aparece trilhando um outro caminho que se traduz no oráculo de  Delfos: CONHECE-TE A TI MESMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;     * Qual é mesmo o lugar da razão na vida do homem? Qual seu objetivo? Eis a grande pergunta socrática. Para que a razão? Para descobrir a verdade. Todo empenho do homem é converte-se à verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Contam alguns historiadores, citando seus discípulos que o viram muitas vezes orando mais ou menos assim: MEU DEUS, DAI-ME A PUREZA INTERIOR! É isto conditio sine qua non para se chegar à verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;      * A metodologia socrática firmava-se em três momentos:  1.Hipótese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                               2. Ironia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                               3.Maieutica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; e seu afã consistia na especulação sobre o FIM ÚLTIMO do homem. Por aí Sócrates levava seus discípulos ao SUPREMO Bem. Eram ensinamentos orais cheios de reflexões lógicas e críticas. Para tanto, a inteligência era muito disciplinada . Caminho reto de uma disciplina moral de que a "ética socrática" é seu ponto mais alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;      * As eternas perguntas que se costumam fazer quando se amadurece:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                          ??? De onde eu vim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                          ??? Para onde eu vou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ocupavam seus diálogos, suas longas conversas, principalmente com os jovens e com as mulheres. Para tanto, Sócrates foi haurir no oráculo de Delfos.A grande resposta: CONHECE-TE A TI MESMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;      * Só sei que nada sei- exclama,  Sócrates. Dele escreveu  o Dictionnaire Larrousse: "Critique impitoyable des opinions humaines et de la tyrannie, guerrier couraveux, excellent citoyen, il forme un type nouveau  qui va devenir, a une sucesse toute personnalle, qui ne doit rien aux circonstances;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;       * Com ele a DIALÉTICA ensaia seus primeiros passos. Servia-se dela para seus encontros marcados com a Verdade. Platão, seu discípulo querido salvaguardou-lhes os diálogos nalguns de seus livros: Parmênides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                  Filebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                  APOLOGIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esse último pretende ser o discurso que Sócrates proferiu em sua defesa, durante o julgamento a que foi submetido. Fê-lo  segundo parece, bebendo cicuta. Sócrates morreu conversando...O pintor Louis David (1748-1825), imortalizou num quadro a morte de Sócrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;         * O campo da Filosofia Moral foi  portanto, o terreno fértil em que Sócrates semeou. O verdadeiro mestre não ensina aquilo que sabe. Ele ensina aquilo que ele é. Qualquer professor que pense assim é medularmente socrático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;        * Para Sócrates a felicidade é irmã gêmea da Virtude. Saber e Virtude se confundem. Não deve o homem separar jamais aquilo que escreve e aquilo que é. Eudemonia (virtude) repousa aí. Não se trata de uma força física. A força física é propriedade dos animais. A virtude é uma força que brota de dentro. Do interior. Conhecendo-se a essência do homem é que se conhece a felicidade.. Mais tarde, seu discípulo Platão ensinaria que a Política é a construção do convívio humano. Todo homem foi feito para pensar bem . Ser  FELIZ é pensar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                  **********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-3106115722690414605?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/3106115722690414605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/socrates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3106115722690414605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/3106115722690414605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/socrates.html' title='Sócrates'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-2943897446509109677</id><published>2009-04-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:13:25.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literatura Brasileira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MONTEIRO LOBATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A 18 de abril de 1882, em Taubaté (São Paulo), nascia José Bento Monteiro Lobato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quando estudante de Direito, em São Paulo, participava do grupo literário "Minarete" e escrevia para a imprensa local artigos, contos e crônicas. Depois de diplomar-se foi exercer o cargo de Promotor, no interior paulista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Seu trabalho, no decorrer de sua vida, foi bastante variado:foi promotor, fazendeiro, editor, fundou uma companhia de petróleo. Imortalizou-se, entretanto, como escritor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em sua bagagem literária vamos encontrar dois aspectos distintos: o escritor para adultos e o escritor para crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Como escritor para adultos destacou-se como contista. Segundo os críticos, lobato era mestre em armar situações interessantes e em fotografar o lado mais saliente de uma personalidade. Seus contos são bem trabalhados, prendendo nossa atenção por seu colorido, por seu tom um tanto satírico. Seu estilo é pessoal, por isso mesmo marcante, e nisso muito contribuiu para a concretização da formação de uma literatura brasileira. Entre os contos destacam-se Urupês, Cidades Mortas,Negrinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Além desses, escreveu Idéias do Jeca Tatu, O Escândalo do Petróleo e do Ferro, Mundo da Lua, Miscelânea, A Barca de Gleyre e outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Por acaso, um dia, ele escreveu um conto infantil. Era a História do Peixinho que Morreu Afogado. Ele gostou do conto. Ampliou-o. Então o conto virou história: O Príncipe Escamado. Bem, a partir daí lobato reviveu a sua infância em Taubaté, os longos e agradáveis serões familiares, as conversas ao pé do fogo. E ele, que gostava de pintar, encontrou uma forma de extravasar seu gênio artístico: criou um mundo maravilhoso - o mundo do sítio do Pica pau Amarelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nesse ambiente nasceram Pedrinho (menino), Narizinho (menina), D. Benta (vovó) Emília(boneca), Visconde de Sabugosa(personagem de sabugo de milho),Marquês de Rabicó (porco), Quindim (rinocerante).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Todos os seus personagens movimentam-se livremente e fazem mil diabruras no sítio do Pica pau Amarelo. Assim as histórias: O Poço do Visconde, Memórias de Emília, Narizinho Arrebitado, O Marquês de Rabicó, Aventuras do Príncipe, A Casa de Coruja, O Irmão de Pinóquio, O Gato Félix, O Noivado de Narizinho, A Pena de Papagaio,, o Pó de Pirlimpimpim, A Caçada da Onça, As Aventuras de Hans Staden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Atualmente suas histórias estão reunidas em 17 volumes. Sua linguagem é clara, seu estilo é coloquial, são histórias que fluem, que estão de acordo com a imaginação infantil e que são importantes porque, é um mundo de faz de conta, no Stio do Pica pau Amarelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;José Bento Monteiro Lobato morreu em São Paulo no dia 15 de julho de 1948.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-2943897446509109677?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/2943897446509109677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/literatura-brasileira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2943897446509109677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2943897446509109677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/literatura-brasileira.html' title='Literatura Brasileira'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-6918975202427602318</id><published>2009-04-18T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:56:03.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebeldia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Veem-se sinais de rebeldia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;          Em todo jovem que descobriu o sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;          Da vida e da Verdade e do Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;          Vejo-os passando pelos meus caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           caminhos de minha vida, dos meus estudos, das minhas experiências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           noite e dia e dia e noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           De ter sempre uma palavrinha para eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           Vejo nisso um dom, dom quase sagrado, pois é um dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;            que me vem do Alto, do Espírito das luzes e que morrerá comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;            enquanto vida tiver, enquanto vida viver enquanto forças Deus me der.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;            Compartilhar isso comigo, ó jovens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;            que passam pelos meus caminhos, caminhos de minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;            Deem-me cá sua inteligência para compreender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;            E sua vontade para querer e seu bom gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;            para procurar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           Eu me sinto feliz, totalmente felix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           para assim fazendo, fazer como alguém cuja missão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           é inabalável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           Deem-, e cá sua mão e caminhemos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           escalando os altos picos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           da montanha altaneira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           Até quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;           Eu não sei e só Deus sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-6918975202427602318?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/6918975202427602318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebeldia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6918975202427602318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/6918975202427602318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebeldia.html' title='Rebeldia'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-9219766594986829743</id><published>2009-04-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:36:11.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditação</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;                                  Meditação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;          Tarde, muito tarde te amei, ó Beleza tão antiga e tão nova, tarde Te amei! Eis que tu habitavas dentro de mim e eu lá fora a procurar-Te! Disforme, lançava-me sobre estas formosuras que criaste. Estavas comigo e não estava contigo. Tinha-me longe de Ti aquilo que não existira se não existisse em  Ti. Porém chamaste-me com uma voz tão forte que rompeste a minha surdez. Cintilaste! Brilhaste e logo a minha cegueira foi afugentada. Exalaste perfume e eu respirei suspirando por Ti. Eu Te saboreei. E agora eu tenho fome e sede de Ti. Tocaste-me e comecei a andar no desejo de Tua paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Sto. Agostinho )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-9219766594986829743?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/9219766594986829743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/meditacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/9219766594986829743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/9219766594986829743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/04/meditacao.html' title='Meditação'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8928280004515421553</id><published>2009-03-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:04:15.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/ScxrI7HmocI/AAAAAAAAACQ/srVvuK8TAp8/s1600-h/D40_Y_G_(84)_20x30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317743061070422466" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/ScxrI7HmocI/AAAAAAAAACQ/srVvuK8TAp8/s200/D40_Y_G_(84)_20x30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;  Casamento de Giovana Formiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/ScxrIoa4inI/AAAAAAAAACI/HL1mb54I9HQ/s1600-h/47654443586d5974726c394b5341735a612f384547513d3d_thumb_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317743056051014258" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/ScxrIoa4inI/AAAAAAAAACI/HL1mb54I9HQ/s200/47654443586d5974726c394b5341735a612f384547513d3d_thumb_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jantar dançante (ECCB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/ScxrIjxrLhI/AAAAAAAAACA/axyY5ukix8w/s1600-h/bg_profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317743054804430354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/ScxrIjxrLhI/AAAAAAAAACA/axyY5ukix8w/s200/bg_profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jantar dançante (ECCB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8928280004515421553?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8928280004515421553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/03/fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8928280004515421553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8928280004515421553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/03/fotos.html' title='Fotos'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/ScxrI7HmocI/AAAAAAAAACQ/srVvuK8TAp8/s72-c/D40_Y_G_(84)_20x30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5396081889098611967</id><published>2009-03-26T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:49:39.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;                                &lt;font size="5"&gt;Incidente em Praga&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size="5"&gt;                             &lt;font size="3"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;               &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo turista viaja acompanhado pela danação de Babel. Falar português bem alto e bem explicado não funciona, e o inglês é uma língua universal só até certo ponto. Nunca sentimos tanto a falta de uma língua comum como numa visita  que fizemos a Praga, há alguns anos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;               Praga é belíssima. Não só a velha arquitetura boêmia e os surpreendentes acréscimos em art nouveau que foram poupados da guerra como tudo foi restaurado e é conservado com cuidado exemplar. A língua também é terrível mas não há perigo de você passar fome. Para pedir salsichões num quiosque de rua eu dizia wurst, descrevia o formato da salsicha com as mãos e mostrava dois dedos e nenhuma vez fui preso por atentado ao pudor. Fomos quase presos ,isto sim, por brasileirice. Tinhamos que atravessar uma avenida. Olhamos para um lado, olhamos para o outro, não vinha carro, decidimos atravessar ali mesmo e não pela passagem subterrânea. Também ignoramos o carro de polícia estacionado do outro lado da rua com aquela empáfia de quem não é dali. O guarda nos deteve. Nos cobrou a contravenção em theco, com cortesia mas firmeza. Tourist, disse eu, querendo dizer com isto que não conhecíamos as leis locais ou que éramos bobos, o que ele preferisse. Deustch? perguntou ele, procurando uma língua com a qual nos repreender. English, contrapropus. Ele pediu nossos passaportes. Não sabia English. Continuou falando em theco mesmo, mostrando a passagem subterrânea que tínhamos desprezado. Fiz cara de quem diz puxa, estava embaixo do nosso nariz e nós não vimos!  Tentei identificar uma palavra parecida com "Sibéria" (isto foi antes da queda do muro de Berlim e da abertura), "trabalho forçado" ou mesmo "um dólar pra cerveja e não se fala mais nisso", mas nada. A língua theca era um cubo e nossos ouvidos eram quadrados. Finalmente ele desistiu. Devolveu os passaportes e nos mandou andar, certamente convencido de que éramos irrecuperáveis para as boas normas do trânsito. Foi nosso único encontro com o Estado repressor, e ele não nos pareceu tão feio. Mas não preciso dizer que dali por diante atravessamos todas as ruas conforme as corretas regras socialistas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5396081889098611967?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5396081889098611967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/03/viagens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5396081889098611967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5396081889098611967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/03/viagens.html' title='Viagens'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-7595083845631592877</id><published>2009-03-08T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:37:09.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crônica</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Neste domingo,08 de março li no jornal Correio da Paraíba na página B4 no espaço Medicina,a crônica de Joaquim P. Martins intitulada "Para quem souber amar", onde ele enaltece a mulher e ao mesmo tempo transcreve trechos de uma gostosa crônica de Alfonso Romano enaltecendo a mulher madura de uma maneira especial, mas com reflexões em todas as idades pela agudeza de suas observações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Há uma serenidade nos seus gestos, longe dos desperdícios da adolescência, quando se esbanja pernas, braços e bocas ruidosamente. A adolescente não sabe ainda os limites de seu corpo e vai florescendo estabanada. É como um nadador principiante faz muito barulho, joga muita água para os lados. Enfim desborda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A mulher madura nada no tempo e flui com a serenidade de um peixe. O silêncio em torno de seus gestos tem algo do repouso da garça sobre o lago. Seu olhar sobre os objetos não é de gula ou de concupiscência. Seus olhos não violam as coisas, mas as envolvem ternamente. Sabem a distância entre seu corpo e o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A mulher madura é assim: tem algo de orquídea que brota exclusiva de um tronco, inteira. Não é um canteiro de margaridas jovens tagarelando nas manhãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A adolescente com o brilho de seus cabelos, com essa irradiação que vem dos dentes e dos olhos, nos extasia. Mas a mulher madura tem um som de adágio em suas formas. E até no gozo ela soa com a profundidade de um violoncelo e a sutileza de um oboé sobre a campina do leito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O corpo da mulher madura é um corpo que já tem história. Inscrições se fizeram em sua superfície. Seu corpo não é como na adolescência uma pura e agreste possibilidade. Ela conhece seus mecanismos, apalpa suas mensagens, decodifica as ameaças numa intimidade respeitosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Cada idade tem seu esplendor. É um eqívoco pensá-lo apenas como um relâmpago de juventude, um brilho de raquetes e pernas sobre as praias do tempo. Cada idade tem seu brilho e é preciso que cada um descubra o fulgor do próprio corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A mulher madura é um ser luminoso e repousante às quatro horas da tarde, quando as sereias se banham e saem discretamente perfumadas com seus filhos pelos parques do dia. Pena que seu marido não note, perdido que está nos escritórios e mesquinhas ações nos múltiplos mercados dos gestos. Ele não sabe, mas deveria voltar para casa tão maduro quanto Yves Montand e Paul Newman, quando nos seus filmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sobretudo, o primeiro namorado ou o primeiro marido não sabem o que perderam em não esperá-la madurar. Ali está uma mulher madura, mais que nunca pronta para quem a soube amar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que lindo!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Que sensibilidade poética!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Simplesmente maravilhosa!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Parabéns *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Olindina**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-7595083845631592877?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/7595083845631592877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/03/cronica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7595083845631592877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/7595083845631592877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/03/cronica.html' title='Crônica'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8845894729818329065</id><published>2009-02-24T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:37:40.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                        Ângela &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adonica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;                                                        * &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje deite-me junto a uma jovem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             como se na margem de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             oceano branco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             como se no centro de uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             ardente estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             de lento espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             Do seu olhar largamente verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             a luz caía como uma água seca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             em transparentes e profundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             círculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             de fresca força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             Seu peito como um fogo de duas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             chamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             ardia em duas regiões levantado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             e num duplo rio chegava a seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             pés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;             grandes e claros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;            Um clima de ouro madrugava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;            apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;            as diurnas longitudes do seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;            enchendo-o de frutas extendidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;            e oculto fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                                                 *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Ilustre poeta chileno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8845894729818329065?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8845894729818329065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/poema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8845894729818329065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8845894729818329065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/poema.html' title='Poema'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8585713354310507054</id><published>2009-02-20T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:18:30.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;     "Vou dar um exemplo para que se compreenda bem o que é "vivência'. O exemplo não é meu, é de Bergson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                 Uma pessoa pode estudar minuciosamente o mapa de Paris; estudá-lo muito bem; observar um por um os diferentes nomes das ruas; estudar suas direções; depois pode estudar os monumentos que há em cada rua; pode estudar os planos dêsses monumentos; pode revistar as séries das fotografias do Museu de Louvre, uma por uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                Depois de ter estudado o mapa e os monumentos pode este homem procurar para si uma visão das  perspectivas de Paris mediante uma série de fotografias tomadas de múltiplos pontos. Pode chegar dessa maneira a&lt;em&gt;  ter uma ideia&lt;/em&gt; bastante clara, muito clara, claríssima, pormenorizadíssima, de Paris. Semelhante ideia poderá ir aperfeiçoando-se cada vez mais à medida que os estudos dêste homem forem cada vez mais minuciosos; mas sempre será uma simples ideia. Ao contrário, vinte minutos de passeio a pé por Paris são uma  &lt;em&gt;vivência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                &lt;/em&gt;Entre vinte minutos de passeio a pé por uma rua de Paris e a mais vasta e minuciosa coleção de fotografias, há  &lt;em&gt;um abismo.&lt;/em&gt; Isto é uma simples ideia, uma representação, um conceito ,uma elaboração intelectual; enquanto que aquilo é colocar-se realmente em presença do objeto, isto é, vivê-lo viver com ele; tê-lo  próprio e realmente na vida; não o conceito que o substitua; não a fotografia que o substitua; não o mapa, não o esquema que o substitua, mas êle próprio.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;               Quando chegarmos a uma definição terá então sentido, porque haverá dentro dela  &lt;em&gt;vivências nossas, pessoais."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BOM carnaval ,genteeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                    M.Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8585713354310507054?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8585713354310507054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/vivencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8585713354310507054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8585713354310507054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/vivencia.html' title='Vivência'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5109040858038712857</id><published>2009-02-15T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:48:50.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestões de Wallpapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SZj97oIS4xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Hmj47OCwnzI/s1600-h/26375-thumbnail+birds+in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303267762055078674" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SZj9CsrBrNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zeTOaDA0_z8/s320/13250-thumbnail+ferrari+Aurea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Até +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Olindina&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5109040858038712857?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5109040858038712857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugestoes-de-wallpapers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5109040858038712857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5109040858038712857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugestoes-de-wallpapers.html' title='Sugestões de Wallpapers'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_67w31roeo/SZj97oIS4xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Hmj47OCwnzI/s72-c/26375-thumbnail+birds+in+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-1320957440606130429</id><published>2009-02-15T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:35:04.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;      TEREZA MARIA RAMOS DE OLIVEIRA&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tem 62 anos, é aposentada do IBGE, ativista da Secretaria de Aposentados e Pensionistas da ASSIBGE/SN e psicanalista. Sua tese de mestrado, &lt;em&gt;"Psicanálise e Política - Um estudo do movimento sindical da ASSIBGE/SN"&lt;/em&gt;  é uma reflexão teórico-prática sobre o "fazer" político do Sindicato, sob o ponto-de-vista psicanalítico. Nesta breve entrevista, Tereza&lt;em&gt;  expõe&lt;/em&gt;  alguns aspectos de seu trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por que você referenciou toda a sua tese no caso do movimento sindical da ASSIBGE-SN? Há algo original que o diferencia do restante do movimento sindical brasileiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;            &lt;em&gt;Sim. A ASSIBGE é um sindicato de ponta na luta dos servidores públicos federais. O governo brasileiro vem tentando, ao longo dos anos, com a sua arma ideológica, silenciar os trabalhadores. A ASSIBGE, na trajetória das suas lutas, mesmo tendo momentos de tropeço, nunca recuou diante do seu desejo, daí as conquistas no plano de lutas. Há sempre uma resistência à política neoliberal que não cessa de se manifestar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;No resumo de sua tese você afirma que o caráter essencial da horda humana é a linguagem, porta de entrada da civilização humana na cultura. Você afirma que o Estado capitalista tem como finalidade apagar a fala. Em que medida a ASSIBGE resiste a essa pressão neoliberal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;       &lt;em&gt;O neoliberalismo nos leva ao "discurso do capitalismo",  construído por Lacan em 1972, como aquele que não faz laço social. Acho que o sindicato, em sua posição discursiva do "discurso da histerica", fura o "discurso capitalista", ao trazer à tona o mal-estar das relações de trabalho, mostrando que a lei desenfreada do capital é não toda. O sujeito histérico não recua diante do seu desejo, que é sempre insatisfeito, fazendo greve, questionando o poder dominante. Assim, enfrenta o Estado-patrão sem ceder. Por ser insatisfeito, o desejo da histérica continua... a luta continua... o jogo continua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;Em que medida a psicanálise pode ajudar a desvendar o jogo da luta política?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;            &lt;em&gt;A psicanálise, por ser um discurso que tem efeitos no mundo, poderá trazer um novo olhar para a discussão política na medida em que a preocupação é com o "fazer" político, ou seja, com o que está para além da política. O inconsciente, descoberto por Freud, trouxe um novo legado para o deciframento do político.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fonte: Jornal da ASSIBGE-SN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;               Janeiro/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-1320957440606130429?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/1320957440606130429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/entrevista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1320957440606130429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/1320957440606130429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/02/entrevista.html' title='Entrevista'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4774510623092589054</id><published>2009-01-31T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:48:19.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UM MUNDO BARULHENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A cada dia que passa, novas invenções são concebidas e aperfeiçoadas. São as máquinas cada vez mais potentes dos automoveis, , de novos aviões, os condiciadores de ar, o radio, a televisão, os ventiladores , todos contribuindo para tornar nosso mundo cada vez mais barulhento. Todos esses ruidos podem ser apenas incomodos, mas podem também produzir dor fisica, atingir e destruir partes de nosso corpo ou mesmo nos levar à loucura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Afinal o que é ruido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ruído ou som é medido em decibéis. Decibel é uma unidade de intervalo de intensidade sonora e indica as diferenças de altura da sensação acústica. Sendo uma unidade abstrata, necessário se torna apresentar alguns exemplos para que seja compreendida. O ouvido humano normal pode ouvir sons numa altura de cento e trinta decibéis. Com cento e quarenta eles estouram. Falando, emitimos um som de cerca de sessenta decibéis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um caminhão a óleo, um tiro, uma loja de discos, podem atingir cerca de 100 decibéis, enquanto que o barulho produzido por um avião a jato chega a cento e dezessete, quase o limite que o homem pode aguentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Os verdadeiros poluidores, os ruidos intensos, contínuos, incômodos, podem destruir rochas, monumentos, seres animais e vegetais e ainda o corpo e a mente do homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inúmeras experiências já foram realizadas para testar a nocividade dos ruídos em seres vivos. Uma das mais significativas é esta :&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 12 pilotos ingleses ouviram os ruídos de um motor a jato durante 12 minutos e a 20 metros de distância. Ao fim desse tempo foram submetidos a exames eletrocardiográficos e foi constatado que&lt;em&gt; todos&lt;/em&gt; os pilotos submetidos à prova haviam sofrido pequenos espasmos das coronárias, quase enfartes,que fatalmente ocorreriam caso a prova fosse prolongada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Em outra experiência, realizada na Universidade de Tennesse, nos Estados Unidos, uma cobaia foi submetida a uma sessão de "rock and roll" durante cerca de duas horas, ao fim das quais ficou constatado que as células de seu ouvido estavam destruídas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um levantamento realizado nos Estados Unidos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;provou que&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;há cerca de cinco milhões de homens entre a idade de 10 a 59 anos que sofrem de deficiências auditivas. Um milhão dessas pessoas precisa de aparelhos. Entre a população mais idosa - 70-79 anos - os índices são ainda mais alarmantes: 56% precisam de aparelhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Outros estudos revelaram que ruídos constantes afetam a audição de qualquer pessoa, embora umas sejam mais sensíveis que as outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Num teste realizado com pessoas que trabalhavam numa maquinaria de engarrafamento, verificou-se que as pessoas que ali trabalhavam há quatro anos estavam começando a sofrer deficiências auditivas. Alguns operários eram menos sensíveis , mas entre as pessoas que trabalhavam, há 10 anos na firma, mesmo essas pessoas de ouvidos "duro" já haviam passado pelo departamento otológico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Geralmente as pessoas que trabalham em locais muito barulhentos desenvolvem uma ressonância em seus ouvidos, que desaparece durante a noite. No dia em que essa ressonância não para, tem início a surdez permanente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;O Dr. Samuel Rosen, interessado nos efeitos do ruído sobre o ser humano, estudou uma tribo de africanos, chamada Maban, que vive no sudeste do Sudão, numa das regiões mais tranquilas do globo. O barulho ambiental nessas comunidades equivale a cerca de um décimo do som emitido por uma geladeira elétrica em funcionamento. Nessa região não há fábricas, nem usinas, nem automóveis, nem animais grandes, com exceção de galinhas. A vegetação abafa o pouco ruído que esses animais produzem, uma vez que não existem rodovias de concreto ou outras superfícies refletoras de som, por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mais da metade dos Mabans com mais de setenta anos pode ouvir sons que só 2% das pessoas das cidades em idades tão avançadas podem ouvir. Os Mabans com mais de setenta anos ouvem tão bem quanto à média dos novaiorquinos aos 20 anos. Concluíndo seus estudos, o Dr. Rosen afirmou que "a poluição do ruído é uma grave causa da perda da audição".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas não só a audição é afetada pelos ruídos constantes. O excesso de ruído pode aumentar&lt;em&gt; a pressão sanguinea, acelerar a pulsação, contrair nossos músculos, atacar os nervos, empalidecer a pele, produzir acessos de cólera, dores de cabeça, fadiga, náuseas, além de provocar inúmeros problemas psicológicos, neuroses e insônias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que tal instituir a Lei do Silêncio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enquanto não tivermos leis realmente proibitivas quanto à poluição sonora, cumpre-nos alertar nossos alunos e torná-los seres atuantes no combate à poluição sonora. Como conseguir isso? Os muitos exemplos que demos neste artigo talvez impressionem os adultos mas nada signifiquem para nossos alunos. A criança acredita naquilo que vê. Assim sendo, vamos realizar algumas experiências que a farão compreender melhor este problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peça às crianças que consigam dois ratos e os criem em dois ambientes diferentes. O primeiro será criado num ambiente calmo e o segundo, submetido a estímulos acústicos constantes. Faça-os verificarem como o segundo rato se torna mais irritado à medida que o tempo passa, vindo por fim a falecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A planta como todo ser vivo, também é atingida pela poluição sonora, perdendo seu viço, tornando-se raquítica e podendo, inclusive morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ENTÃO , crianças OBSERVEM... EXPERIMENTEM... CONCLUAM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4774510623092589054?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4774510623092589054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-mundo-barulhento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4774510623092589054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4774510623092589054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-mundo-barulhento.html' title='UM MUNDO BARULHENTO'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-4358382163170238592</id><published>2009-01-27T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:13:14.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminilidade dos sapatos</title><content type='html'>" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não sei quem inventou o salto alto, mas devemos muito a ele".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Sapatos revelam os pés; Saltos altos alongam as pernas; Sapato transmite autoridade; sandálias são pura liberação, sapatos definem humor ; Sapatos são totens ; Saltos altos transformam todo o corpo ; A forma dá feminilidade ao sapato ; Botas dão segurança de movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E ficamos por aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Olindina* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-4358382163170238592?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/4358382163170238592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/feminilidade-dos-sapatos_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4358382163170238592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/4358382163170238592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/feminilidade-dos-sapatos_27.html' title='Feminilidade dos sapatos'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-5496980579882753427</id><published>2009-01-27T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:55:45.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase reflexiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No BBB9 de 27/01, Pedro Bial citou uma frase reflexiva: "Quem tem experiências não deve andar com os farois para trás".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quem se habilita à interpreta-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bye...bye!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Oli*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-5496980579882753427?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/5496980579882753427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase-reflexiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5496980579882753427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/5496980579882753427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase-reflexiva.html' title='Frase reflexiva'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-8757180019568046530</id><published>2009-01-15T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:52:22.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MODOS  de  MACHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Olá, Genteeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;        Para quem acha que o diálogo muitas vezes não funciona  (ou é patológico num relacionamento ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;        Transcrevo da coluna de Xico Sá &gt;&gt; DIÁRIO DE PERNAMBUCO - 10 de janeiro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um casal vive há 20 anos, na mais perfeita harmonia, sem trocar uma palavra. Nem um monossílabo, nem um pantim, nem um grunhido, nem um muxoxo, nem um arrulho, apenas o silêncio a  lastrear o lindo amor dos pombinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                       Talvez seja a fórmula do sucesso, o Santo Graal dos relacionamentos, a chave do mistério. Assim vivem João e Maria, como aqui batizamos camufladamente a parelha evitando o som e à fúria dos urubus plantonistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                       Meu primo Zé Humberto contou a bela história ali na calçada de Tica e Dison, sábios e queridos tios que convivem com sabedoria e poucas palavras no discreto Sítio das Cobras, no mesmo município de Santana do Cariri adonde reina o casal mais calado do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                       João e Maria, meia dúzia de meninos, estão na faixa dos 65 de idade e deixaram de se falar por besteira e capricho. Certo dia, João a procurou, com teimosia e macheza, e Maria recusou-se a fazer os gostos do marido.Não estava a fim, pronto, queria ficar na dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                  Sem discussões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                        O cabra voltou a insistir por mais cinco vezes nas semanas seguintes. A católica Maria, cansada de guerras e gravidezes, manteve-se na resistência. Com o orgulho de macho ferido, ele fechou a cara. Em pouquíssimo tempo descobriram o bem que fazia aquele silêncio, passaram a conviver sem discussões ou arengas, estavam a dois passos do paraíso na terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                       Com a economia de palavras, não inventam conflitos, não brigam por miudezas, não ferem e não são feridos com o mal que sai da boca do homem. Meu primo Zé Humberto, que visita aquele lar doce lar semanalmente para a venda de carne em domicílio, assegura: não há casal mais feliz nas redondezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                      Até mesmo quando estão em dúvida se compram um talho de contrafilé ou de costela, por exemplo, eles tocam de ouvido. Num simples olhar espatifam-se as dúvidas sobre o cimento da sala como em uma mágica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                      Dias desses, o homem da carne flagrou João morrendo de daudade. Maria estava passeando em São Paulo. Ele morria por dentro de tanta falta. De gozação e chiste, o visitante sugeriu um telefonema, pelo menos umas duas, três unidades de crédito no orelhão da esquina. O marido saudoso até se benzeu para evitar a tentação da proposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                     João aprecia mesmo, na mirada certeira dos seus olhos semi-áridos, é olhar a sua mulher sem que ela perceba. Admirá-la dormindo, por exemplo, a extrema beleza da calada da noite. Fica horas neste exercício, relembrando o tempo em que  estragavam o amor com palavras com tapurus que botam a perder as melhores goiabas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                    João e Maria agoram contemplam a vida, ali nos ares da Chapada do Araripe, como um jovem casal de mãos dadas no silêncio escuro do cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&amp;amp; modinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;                                                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         de  fêmea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                          É calando que a gente se entende, diriam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                          João e Maria, os meus personagens reais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                               da semana. Os casais falam demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                             intermináveis discussões de relação, as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                              famosas dê-rres. Conviver também  é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                              cortar palavras, caro poeta itabirano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                         Conviver é catar o feijão sobre a mesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                          como diria outro João, aquele do verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                                       mais econômico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                         Na fachada de todos os lares doces lares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                          deveria ter inscrito, bem no alto. Silêncio!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                           como aquela velha placa dos hospitais. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                                    quem tiver algo a dizer contra a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                                advertência que fale agora. Ou cale-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                                                para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Interessante hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;            Adorei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                       Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-8757180019568046530?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/8757180019568046530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/modos-de-macho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8757180019568046530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/8757180019568046530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/modos-de-macho.html' title='MODOS  de  MACHO'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577473376818087137.post-2170353849813124781</id><published>2009-01-04T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:57:54.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>! antena/agenda especial de cinema 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   O Dia em que a Terra Parou - 9 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adaptação do clássico homônimo de ficção da década de  50 sobre o visitante alienígena klaatu(Keanu Reeves) que chega à Terra para salvar a humanidade. Com  Jennifer Connelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Troca - 9 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;   A saga de Christine Collins ( Angelina Jolie), que busca respostas para o desaparecimento de seu filho, na Los Angeles da década de 20. Dirigido por Clint Eastwood, é baseado em história real. Com John Malkovich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;O Corajoso Ratinho Despereaux - 16 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num reino de magia, os ratos vivem clandestinamente. Até que nasce Despereaux(voz de Matthew Broderick, que pode reverter a situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;O Curioso Caso de Benjamin Button - 16 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Benjamin Button(Brad Pitt ), é um ser humano bizzarro que nasceu com 80 anos e que remoça conforme o tempo passa. Com Cate Blanchett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Austrália - 23 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Pouco antes do ínicio da Segunda Guerra, uma aristocrática australiana ( Nicole Kidman) herda uma propriedade rural. Quando os barões ameaçam tomar suas terras, ela se junta a um vaqueiro (Hugh Jackman) para guiar suas cabeças de gado pelo país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cidade das Sombras - 23 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Enquanto os adultos da cidade de Ember temem o futuro devido a uma falha em seu poderoso gerador, dois adolescentes se recusam a perder  as esperanças. Com  Billy Murray e Saoirse Ronan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Foi Apenas um Sonho - 30 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt; April (kate Winslet) e Frank Wheeler (Leonardo DiCaprio) são um casal na Connecticut  dos anos 50 .Ela abandonou o sonho de ser atriz e ele tem um emprego chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sim Senhor - 30 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;   Jim Carrey é Carl Allen, um homem  que se inscreve em um programa de auto-ajuda baseado num único princípio: dizer "sim" para tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Então vamos  dizer "sim" em 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;                Olindina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577473376818087137-2170353849813124781?l=formigaolindina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/feeds/2170353849813124781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/antenaagenda-especial-de-cinema-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2170353849813124781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577473376818087137/posts/default/2170353849813124781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formigaolindina.blogspot.com/2009/01/antenaagenda-especial-de-cinema-2009.html' title='! antena/agenda especial de cinema 2009'/><author><name>Maria Olindina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13855576052781909220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgpNeRiVww/Ti0boxqASpI/AAAAAAAAARo/uIJEU-s3rdI/s220/Dindina-18anos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
