<?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-8406937507148811248</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:43:40.172-03:00</updated><category term='SHOW'/><category term='HISTORIAS EM QUADRINHO'/><category term='Oraçao'/><category term='EDUCADORES'/><category term='NOVELAS'/><category term='AMOR'/><category term='ABBA'/><category term='FRASES'/><category term='VIOLENCIA'/><category term='Religiosidade'/><category term='FOTOS'/><category term='ETICA'/><category term='MUSICAL'/><category term='PIADAS'/><category term='TEXTOS'/><category term='EVENTOS ESCOLARES'/><category term='LEITURA'/><category term='FABULAS'/><category term='ARNALDO JABOR'/><category term='Mato 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-8181099963877048614</id><published>2010-10-31T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:08:13.183-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politica'/><title type='text'>Meus pesames Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TM3xrQ9PLSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/gtVX2pOQxG0/s1600/pal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TM3xrQ9PLSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/gtVX2pOQxG0/s320/pal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hojé é um dia triste, por mais 4 anos não serei representada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venceu o discurso do medo.&lt;br /&gt;Venceu a corrupção.&lt;br /&gt;Venceu o jogo fajuto da pseudo-esquerda aliada com o que ha de mais podre na politica brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por outro lado 45% dos brasileiros não compraram a palhaçada que imperou por 8 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serão 12 anos de vergonha petista no meu amado Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e78245e639d357ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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TIRIRICA. (ARNALDO JABOR) SENSACIONAL....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMRRlbxuNVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vSqyHt1P6rI/s1600/jabor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMRRlbxuNVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vSqyHt1P6rI/s1600/jabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brasileiro é um povo solidário. Mentira. Brasileiro é babaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Eleger para o cargo mais importante do Estado um sujeito que não tem escolaridade e preparo nem para ser gari, só porque tem uma história de vida sofrida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Pagar 40% de sua renda em tributos e ainda dar esmola para pobre na rua ao invés de cobrar do governo uma solução para pobreza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Aceitar que ONG's de direitos humanos fiquem dando pitaco na forma como tratamos nossa criminalidade. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Não protestar cada vez que o governo compra colchões para presidiários que queimaram os deles de propósito, não é coisa de gente solidária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;É coisa de gente otária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brasileiro é um povo alegre. Mentira. Brasileiro é bobalhão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer piadinha com as imundices que acompanhamos todo dia é o mesmo que tomar bofetada na cara e dar risada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Depois de um massacre que durou quatro dias&amp;nbsp;em São Paulo, ouvir o José Simão fazer piadinha a respeito e achar graça, é o mesmo que contar piada no enterro do pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brasileiro tem um sério problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Quando surge um escândalo, ao invés de protestar e tomar providências como cidadão, ri feito bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brasileiro é um povo trabalhador. Mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasileiro é vagabundo por excelência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;O brasileiro tenta se enganar, fingindo que os políticos que ocupam cargos públicos no país, surgiram de Marte e pousaram em seus cargos, quando na verdade, são oriundos do povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;O brasileiro, ao mesmo tempo em que fica indignado ao ver um deputado receber 20 mil por mês, para trabalhar 3 dias e coçar o saco o resto da semana, também sente inveja e sabe lá no fundo que se estivesse no lugar dele faria o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Um povo que se conforma em receber uma esmola do governo de 90 reais mensais para não fazer nada e não aproveita isso para alavancar sua vida (realidade da brutal maioria dos beneficiários do bolsa família) não pode ser adjetivado de outra coisa que não de vagabundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brasileiro é um povo honesto. Mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Já foi; hoje é uma qualidade&amp;nbsp;em baixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Se&amp;nbsp;você oferecer 50 Euros a um policial europeu para ele não te autuar, provavelmente irá preso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Não por medo de ser pego, mas porque ele sabe ser errado aceitar propinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;O brasileiro, ao mesmo tempo em que fica indignado com o mensalão, pensa intimamente o que faria se arrumasse uma boquinha dessas, quando na realidade isso sequer deveria passar por sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;90% de quem vive na favela é gente honesta e trabalhadora. Mentira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Já foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Historicamente, as favelas se iniciaram nos morros cariocas quando os negros e mulatos retornando da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Guerra do Paraguai ali se instalaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Naquela época quem morava lá era gente honesta, que não tinha outra alternativa e não concordava com o crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Hoje a realidade é diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Muito pai de família sonha que o filho seja aceito como 'aviãozinho' do tráfico para ganhar uma grana legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Se a maioria da favela fosse honesta, já teriam existido condições de se tocar os bandidos de lá para fora, porque podem matar 2 ou 3 mas não milhares de pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Além disso, cooperariam com a polícia na identificação de criminosos, inibindo-os de montar suas bases de operação nas favelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Brasil é um pais democrático.. Mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Num país democrático a vontade da maioria é Lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;A maioria do povo acha que bandido bom é bandido morto, mas sucumbe a uma minoria barulhenta que se apressa em dizer que um bandido que foi morto numa troca de tiros, foi executado friamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Num país onde todos têm direitos mas ninguém tem obrigações, não existe democracia e sim, anarquia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Num país em que a maioria sucumbe bovinamente ante uma minoria barulhenta, não existe democracia, mas um simulacro hipócrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Se tirarmos o pano do politicamente correto, veremos que vivemos numa sociedade feudal: um rei que detém o poder central (presidente e suas MPs), seguido de duques, condes, arquiduques e senhores feudais (ministros, senadores, deputados, prefeitos, vereadores).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Todos sustentados pelo povo que paga tributos que têm como único fim, o pagamento dos privilégios do poder. E ainda somos obrigados a votar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Democracia isso? Pense !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O famoso jeitinho brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Na minha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;um dos maiores responsáveis pelo caos que se tornou a política brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brasileiro se acha malandro, muito esperto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Faz um 'gato' puxando a TV a cabo do vizinho e acha que está botando pra quebrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;No outro dia o caixa da padaria erra no troco e devolve 6 reais a mais, caramba, silenciosamente ele sai de lá com a felicidade de ter ganhado na loto.... malandrões, esquecem que pagam a maior taxa de juros do planeta e o retorno é zero. Zero saúde, zero emprego, zero educação, mas e daí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Afinal somos penta campeões do mundo né&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Grande coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Brasil é o país do futuro. Caramba , meu avô dizia isso em 1950. Muitas vezes cheguei a imaginar em como seria a indignação e revolta dos meus avôs se ainda estivessem vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Dessa vergonha eles se safaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brasil, o país do futuro !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Hoje o futuro chegou e tivemos uma das piores taxas de crescimento do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Puxa, essa eu não vou nem comentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me deixa mais triste e inconformado é ver todos os dias nos jornais a manchete da vitória do governo mais sujo já visto em toda a história brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Para finalizar tiro minha conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;O brasileiro merece! Como diz o ditado popular, é igual mulher de malandro, gosta de apanhar. Se você não é como o exemplo de brasileiro citado nesse e-mail, meus sentimentos amigo, continue fazendo sua parte, e que um dia pessoas de bem assumam o controle do país novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Aí sim, teremos todas as chances de ser a maior potência do planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Afinal aqui não tem terremoto, tsunami nem furacão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Temos petróleo, álcool, bio-diesel, e sem dúvida nenhuma o mais importante: Água doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só falta boa vontade, será que é tão difícil assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;FAÇA A SUA PARTE&amp;nbsp;(SE QUISER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&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/8406937507148811248-3788786805319805059?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3788786805319805059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3788786805319805059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3788786805319805059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3788786805319805059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/analise-como-bom-cidadao-que-voce-e.html' title='ANALISE COMO BOM CIDADÃO QUE VOCE É. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMIc5TOhauI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EQZaiCQ9zK0/s1600/LULA+BURRO.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMIc5TOhauI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EQZaiCQ9zK0/s1600/LULA+BURRO.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vou dizer oque penso sobre essa quadrilha do PT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Primeiro tenho vergonha de ter como Presidente esse burronildo chamado Lula, se hoje temos maior poder de compra e estabilidade isso ao meu ver não se deve a essa figura bizarra, pois nem hoje e nem nunca ele teria inteligencia para criar o Plano Real, entendo que nossa condição social esta atrelada a um processo que iniciou-se na era FHC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lula foi eleito por meio do assistencialismo e se gaba em cima de politicas do FHC como se fosse de sua autoria, um exemplo é o bolsa-familia que iniciou com a Ruthe Cardoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Os motivos que me levam a desprezar o PT, Lula e Dilma iniciam desde o fato do Lula ser um fantoche, acredito que ele foi maquiado, mudou o discurso, se vendeu e com isso foi eleito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Depois se fez de cego quando estorou a crise mensalão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Agora eu pergunto: pode um presidente ter seu braço direito e esquerdo (Palocci e Zé Dirceu) envolvidos em corrupção até as cuecas e não saber de nada? Se a resposta for sim isso também confirma a sua burrice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMIiP38SvuI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UmX2cfRoxZY/s1600/lu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMIiP38SvuI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UmX2cfRoxZY/s320/lu.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Dilma me da nojo, aliada ao que temos de mais podre, Sarney e Collor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMIjZfABXOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DTnOMxneWdU/s1600/dil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMIjZfABXOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/DTnOMxneWdU/s1600/dil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tudo nela me soa falso, mas o que mais me irrita são pessoas que acreditam que o PT, Dilma e Lula são salvadores da patria, e dizem que tem medo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Medo? Parece que foi ontem que ouvia gente dizer que tinha medo que o Lula se elege-se. Olha como os discursos são invertidos e utilizados em prol do poder, e para se manter no poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Penso que Serra nem de longe seja o ideal de presidente, na verdade preferia Marina Silva, mas se ele fosse o monstro que o PT tem pintado o Alckmin não teria ganho o governo de São Paulo tão facil, no primeiro turno, isto é, na terra do ABC paulista o PT perdeu, deve ser por causa das palhaçadas da Suplicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TMIk1IXlSII/AAAAAAAAA5k/kDpSu3MrT50/s1600/az.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/THQP-aBdFII/AAAAAAAAA48/121E8NCbcVM/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/THQP-aBdFII/AAAAAAAAA48/121E8NCbcVM/s320/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... colunista da Folha de S. Paulo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Mesmo o mais corajoso entre nós só raramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tem coragem para aquilo que ele realmente conhece",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;observou Nietzsche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É o meu caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitos pensamentos meus, eu guardei em segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alberto Camus, leitor de Nietzsche, acrescentou um detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;acerca da hora em que a coragem chega:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Só tardiamente ganhamos a coragem de assumir aquilo que sabemos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tardiamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na velhice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como estou velho, ganhei coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou dizer aquilo sobre o que me calei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"O povo unido jamais será vencido", é disso que eu tenho medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em tempos passados, invocava-se o nome de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;como fundamento da ordem política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas Deus foi exilado e o "povo" tomou o seu lugar: a democracia é o governo do povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei se foi bom negócio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o fato é que a vontade do povo, além de não ser confiável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;é de uma imensa mediocridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Basta ver os programas de TV que o povo prefere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Teologia da Libertação sacralizou o povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;como instrumento de libertação histórica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada mais distante dos textos bíblicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na Bíblia, o povo e Deus andam sempre em direções opostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bastou que Moisés, líder, se distraísse na montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para que o povo, na planície,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;se entregasse à adoração de um bezerro de ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voltando das alturas, Moisés ficou tão furioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que quebrou as tábuas com os Dez Mandamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E a história do profeta Oséias, homem apaixonado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu coração se derretia ao contemplar o rosto da mulher que amava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas ela tinha outras idéias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amava a prostituição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pulava de amante e amante enquanto o amor de Oséias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pulava de perdão a perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Até que ela o abandonou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passado muito tempo, Oséias perambulava solitário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pelo mercado de escravos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o que foi que viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viu a sua amada sendo vendida como escrava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oséias não teve dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Comprou-a e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Agora você será minha para sempre.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois o profeta transformou a sua desdita amorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;numa parábola do amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus era o amante apaixonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo era a prostituta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele amava a prostituta, mas sabia que ela não era confiável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo preferia os falsos profetas aos verdadeiros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;porque os falsos profetas lhe contavam mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As mentiras são doces;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a verdade é amarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os políticos romanos sabiam que o povo se enrola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;com pão e circo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No tempo dos romanos, o circo eram os cristãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sendo devorados pelos leões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E como o povo gostava de ver o sangue e ouvir os gritos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As coisas mudaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os cristãos, de comida para os leões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;se transformaram em donos do circo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O circo cristão era diferente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;judeus, bruxas e hereges sendo queimados em praças públicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As praças ficavam apinhadas com o povo em festa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;se alegrando com o cheiro de churrasco e os gritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reinhold Niebuhr, teólogo moral protestante, no seu livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"O Homem Moral e a Sociedade Imoral"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;observa que os indivíduos, isolados, têm consciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;São seres morais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentem-se "responsáveis" por aquilo que fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas quando passam a pertencer a um grupo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a razão é silenciada pelas emoções coletivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Indivíduos que, isoladamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;são incapazes de fazer mal a uma borboleta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;se incorporados a um grupo tornam-se capazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dos atos mais cruéis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Participam de linchamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;são capazes de pôr fogo num índio adormecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e de jogar uma bomba no meio da torcida do time rival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Indivíduos são seres morais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o povo não é moral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo é uma prostituta que se vende a preço baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seria maravilhoso se o povo agisse de forma racional,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;segundo a verdade e segundo os interesses da coletividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É sobre esse pressuposto que se constrói a democracia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas uma das características do povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;é a facilidade com que ele é enganado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo é movido pelo poder das imagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e não pelo poder da razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem decide as eleições e a democracia são os produtores de imagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os votos, nas eleições, dizem quem é o artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que produz as imagens mais sedutoras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo não pensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somente os indivíduos pensam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o povo detesta os indivíduos que se recusam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a ser assimilados à coletividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma coisa é a massa de manobra sobre a qual os espertos trabalham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem Freud, nem Nietzsche e nem Jesus Cristo confiavam no povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus foi crucificado pelo voto popular, que elegeu Barrabás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante a revolução cultural, na China de Mao-Tse-Tung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o povo queimava violinos em nome da verdade proletária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei que outras coisas o povo é capaz de queimar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O nazismo era um movimento popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo alemão amava o Führer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo, unido, jamais será vencido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho vários gostos que não são populares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alguns já me acusaram de gostos aristocráticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, que posso fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de Bach, de Brahms, de Fernando Pessoa, de Nietzsche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de Saramago, de silêncio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;não gosto de churrasco, não gosto de rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;não gosto de música sertaneja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;não gosto de futebol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho medo de que, num eventual triunfo do gosto do povo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu venha a ser obrigado a queimar os meus gostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e a engolir sapos e a brincar de "boca-de-forno",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;à semelhança do que aconteceu na China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De vez em quando, raramente, o povo fica bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, para que esse acontecimento raro aconteça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;é preciso que um poeta entoe uma canção e o povo escute:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção.",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isso é tarefa para os artistas e educadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O povo que amo não é uma realidade, é uma esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-6617888939931256535?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6617888939931256535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6617888939931256535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6617888939931256535'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><title type='text'>Em nome de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TBLFCrMCBWI/AAAAAAAAA40/HJ319aP2X9Y/s1600/00em-nome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TBLFCrMCBWI/AAAAAAAAA40/HJ319aP2X9Y/s320/00em-nome.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Filme em nome de Deus retrata um pouco do ensino na figura do Professor&amp;nbsp;Abelardo. Entre as discussoes percebemos que na Idade Média a&amp;nbsp;Educaçao tensiona entre preceitos morais e&amp;nbsp;devoçao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outro ponto em questao, é o amor de um celibatario por uma jovem que questiona costumes, problemas antigos, tao presentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-4741498270341963410?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4741498270341963410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4741498270341963410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4741498270341963410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4741498270341963410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-nome-de-deus.html' title='Em nome de Deus'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/TBLFCrMCBWI/AAAAAAAAA40/HJ319aP2X9Y/s72-c/00em-nome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4311423033392568509</id><published>2010-01-25T11:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:19:07.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SENTIMENTOS'/><title type='text'>Triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E6xErQoy38/S12oIzJ7IQI/AAAAAAAAAII/vJHQDcHbZHM/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E6xErQoy38/S12oIzJ7IQI/AAAAAAAAAII/vJHQDcHbZHM/s400/tristeza.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Toda vez que retorno de Londrina volto com coração aos cacos...estou triste, muito triste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-4311423033392568509?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4311423033392568509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4311423033392568509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4311423033392568509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4311423033392568509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/01/triste.html' title='Triste'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E6xErQoy38/S12oIzJ7IQI/AAAAAAAAAII/vJHQDcHbZHM/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-287718563050146981</id><published>2009-12-18T14:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:33:10.113-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagem'/><title type='text'>Feliz Natal e Prospero Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.recados-apaixonados.com/" title="Grande e Eterno Amor"&gt;&lt;img alt="scraps e mensagens" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/402/027.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recados-apaixonados.com/boas-festas.html"&gt;RecadosOnline - Gostou? 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No Hotel Fazenda de Cuiaba conheci um pouco da fauna pantaneira do estado. Uma experiencia para a eternidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-1637566519414331144?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1637566519414331144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=1637566519414331144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1637566519414331144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1637566519414331144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/lugares-inesqueciveis.html' title='Lugares inesqueciveis'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-7082896446287679236</id><published>2009-09-27T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:00:58.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAUDADE'/><title type='text'>84 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SrUUfwnDUjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/1Fcc6WH844s/s1600-h/pr-bailedohawaii2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SrUUfwnDUjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/1Fcc6WH844s/s320/pr-bailedohawaii2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou ontem e continua hoje o Baile do Havaii,em Primavera do Leste, animado pela banda Chama, no Clube Aquatica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ai uma boa dica para descontrair, remexer o esqueleto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-8134275102253222640?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8134275102253222640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=8134275102253222640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8134275102253222640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8134275102253222640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/09/baile-do-havaii.html' title='Baile do Havaii'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SrUUfwnDUjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/1Fcc6WH844s/s72-c/pr-bailedohawaii2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4420289869188851673</id><published>2009-08-30T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:59:55.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>Duvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SpqSjZNSz1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2b1GHNJu6qY/s1600-h/hu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SpqSjZNSz1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2b1GHNJu6qY/s320/hu.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375770241979830098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo, amo, amo voce&lt;br /&gt;Medo, medo, medo eu tenho de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer, lembrar ou morrer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Janaina Pitas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-4420289869188851673?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4420289869188851673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4420289869188851673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4420289869188851673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4420289869188851673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/08/duvida.html' title='Duvida'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SpqSjZNSz1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2b1GHNJu6qY/s72-c/hu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-3798134713923814737</id><published>2009-08-03T21:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:29:53.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><title type='text'>Divã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SneJvnGbXHI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/06lJwSGd1VM/s1600-h/019105624-exh001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365908932078034034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SneJvnGbXHI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/06lJwSGd1VM/s320/019105624-exh001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SneJvIlMyQI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vo0N6ArJQJ8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365908923885603074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SneJvIlMyQI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vo0N6ArJQJ8/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O filme Diva  é divertido, leve, e emociona. Uma mulher madura passa por uma crise existencial,  relembra momentos felizes e deseja que outros aconteçam de forma intensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apos anos de casada, Mercedes descobre que seu marido tem outra, que a paixao acabou...e começa reviver as principais fases de sua vida num Diva, entre eles um romance com um bon vivant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para quem deseja momentos de muitas risadas ele é apropriadissimo, apresenta exemplos de companheirismo, de amizade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-3798134713923814737?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3798134713923814737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3798134713923814737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3798134713923814737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3798134713923814737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/08/diva.html' title='Divã'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SneJvnGbXHI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/06lJwSGd1VM/s72-c/019105624-exh001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-7795673085230614005</id><published>2009-08-02T00:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:33:53.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FORMACAO'/><title type='text'>Novas Perspectivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SnUeEBsOyZI/AAAAAAAAA34/qCuZm3EdZ_k/s1600-h/Imagem+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365227585604077970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SnUeEBsOyZI/AAAAAAAAA34/qCuZm3EdZ_k/s320/Imagem+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Estou voltando de uma formaçao e percebo um novo cenario no segmento educacional, visualizo novas perspectivas de melhoria na qualificaçao profissional dos educadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As politicas que despontam no cenario nacional sobre o vestibular/ENEM nos permite correlacionar a importancia do dialogo entre Universidade e as Escolas por meio dos formadores, uma iniciativa que no meu entendimente é bastante coerente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fiquei feliz por estar novamente "dentro" da Universidade, foi assim que me senti, pois os GTs com os professores da UFMT, as palestras com a presença da reitora da UFTM, do Reitor da Universidade de Lisboa foram edificantes, nestas ocorreram problematizaçoes das nossas urgencias sociais, que sobrecarregam o sistema educacional, o desejo de melhorar o ensino ficou em evidencia em todas as esferas de formaçao e isso é muito importante. Vemos que novos caminhos se abrem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-7795673085230614005?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7795673085230614005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=7795673085230614005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/7795673085230614005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/7795673085230614005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/08/novas-perspectivas.html' title='Novas Perspectivas'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SnUeEBsOyZI/AAAAAAAAA34/qCuZm3EdZ_k/s72-c/Imagem+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5064981582839643776</id><published>2009-07-25T19:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:11:07.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Desafios, mudanças e medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SmuV4-Tv9pI/AAAAAAAAA3o/l0oyBbiJcAQ/s1600-h/ji.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362544587345753746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SmuV4-Tv9pI/AAAAAAAAA3o/l0oyBbiJcAQ/s320/ji.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Volto das férias com sabor de quero mais, trago na memoria as risadas e cantigas infantis dos meus sobrinhos, o carinho dos amigos, o calor de uma paixao, o gosto da comida preferida feita por minha mae e o desejo de reviver todos esses momentos de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nesta semana sinto que estou recomeçando...todo retorno é dificil, é um recomeço nao so no espaço fisico, mas psicologico e sentimental. No que se refere ao trabalho percebo novas possibilidades, confesso que tenho medo, é tudo novo. Contudo, preciso de desafios, crescer, e isso me leva ao enfrentamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-5064981582839643776?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5064981582839643776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5064981582839643776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6066655434441447329</id><published>2009-05-31T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:34:20.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSICAS'/><title type='text'>Falando sério</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SiM9yuCz4wI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WWGWG1qlK60/s1600-h/ghk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342181524554113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SiM9yuCz4wI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WWGWG1qlK60/s320/ghk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Composição: Mauricio Duboc - Carlos Colla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Falando sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É bem melhor você parar com essas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;De olhar p'ra mim com olhos de promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Depois sorrir como quem nada quer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você não sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas é que eu tenho cicatrizes que a vida fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E tenho medo de fazer planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;De tentar e sofrer outra vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Falando sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu não queria ter você por um programa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E apenas ser mais um na sua cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por uma noite apenas e nada mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Falando sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Entre nós dois tinha que haver mais sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não quero seu amor por um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E ter a vida inteira p'ra me arrepender.&lt;br /&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/8406937507148811248-6066655434441447329?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6066655434441447329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6066655434441447329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6066655434441447329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6066655434441447329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/05/falando-serio.html' title='Falando sério'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SiM9yuCz4wI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WWGWG1qlK60/s72-c/ghk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6605960371756005057</id><published>2009-05-31T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:38:42.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SENTIMENTOS'/><title type='text'>Lembranças tristes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SiMDsOAiYyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NcGCdm2SVWw/s1600-h/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342117641201017634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SiMDsOAiYyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/NcGCdm2SVWw/s320/coracao2tf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ao lembrar de pessoas muito queridas, mas que estao muito longe, seja pela fatalidade ou por outras circunstancias da vida, de certa forma revivi um filme triste...uma coisa é certa ha historias que nao devem ser relembradas, pessoas que devem ficar no passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...o jargao "o coraçao nao sente o que os olhos nao ve" é verdadeirissimo, rever pessoas, ouvir musicas...tras uma avalanche de sentimentos, os quais devem ser enterrados e esquecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to chateada, por remexer nas lembranças tristes....acredito que Deus me dara alento para esquecer de vez as perdas e lembrar apenas os ganhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-6605960371756005057?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6605960371756005057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6605960371756005057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1131333445400513900</id><published>2009-05-24T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:06:11.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ShneUCB41RI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/w7xOd-dQeec/s1600-h/piu_piu_05.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339543268947973394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ShneUCB41RI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/w7xOd-dQeec/s320/piu_piu_05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Falta menos de dois meses para matar a saudade da minha querida Londrina, dar beijos nos sobrinhos, passear muitooooooooo no shopping, comer batata recheada e visitar vivendas do camarao que é tudooooooo de bom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to preparando o psicologogico para encarar o provavel frio londrinense.....uiuiiui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mas pra ficar junto da familia vale a pena!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-1131333445400513900?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1131333445400513900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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trabalho...que Deus me de energia e sabedoria para tanta responsabilidade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-3794298688041393878?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3794298688041393878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3794298688041393878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;são redondos algarismos.&lt;br /&gt;Crescem cactos estatísticos&lt;br /&gt;em seus abstratos jardins.&lt;br /&gt;Exato planejamento&lt;br /&gt;a vida do maquinomem.&lt;br /&gt;Trepidam as engrenagens&lt;br /&gt;no esforço das realizações.&lt;br /&gt;Em seu ínfimo ignorado,&lt;br /&gt;há uma estranha prisioneira,&lt;br /&gt;cujos gritos estremece&lt;br /&gt;a metálica estrutura.&lt;br /&gt;E há reflexos planejantes&lt;br /&gt;de uma luz imponderável,&lt;br /&gt;que perturbam a frieza&lt;br /&gt;do blindado maquinomem. 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Autoria: Helena Kolody&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/8406937507148811248-1411554659435205818?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" a tua fé move montanhas tamanhas....pode acreditar, pode acreditar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-1906280194814139787?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1906280194814139787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=1906280194814139787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1906280194814139787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1906280194814139787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SfehdhLz_GI/AAAAAAAAA2w/frtigovgzU8/s1600-h/4836399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329906212512463970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SfehdhLz_GI/AAAAAAAAA2w/frtigovgzU8/s320/4836399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nesta quinta-feira, 30 de abril, Primavera do Leste contara com a divertida presença do Grupo Tradiçao na Sociedade Aquatica!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ja comprei o ingresso....e tudo indica que a festa vai ser danada de boa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-3869968604454673542?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3869968604454673542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3869968604454673542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3869968604454673542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3869968604454673542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/grupo-tradicao.html' title='Grupo Tradiçao'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SfehdhLz_GI/AAAAAAAAA2w/frtigovgzU8/s72-c/4836399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-3434092371523304738</id><published>2009-04-25T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:00:46.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Imunidade baixa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SfOhZ_eF3-I/AAAAAAAAA2o/H6vlkWDShnI/s1600-h/rosa158.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780252015878114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SfOhZ_eF3-I/AAAAAAAAA2o/H6vlkWDShnI/s320/rosa158.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Gripe, dores de cabeça, herpes, inguas, dor de garganta....acho que é imunidade baixissima!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;aiaiaiai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pesadelos, cansaço, espinhas, dores abdominais...epa, epa, epa alguma coisa esta muito errada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Dias melhores virao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-3434092371523304738?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3434092371523304738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3434092371523304738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3434092371523304738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3434092371523304738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/imunidade-baixa.html' title='Imunidade baixa'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SfOhZ_eF3-I/AAAAAAAAA2o/H6vlkWDShnI/s72-c/rosa158.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1334881328950657486</id><published>2009-04-18T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:02:01.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>POEMA FEMININO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sep3I2sZwVI/AAAAAAAAA2g/z6N3zTAUJeA/s1600-h/mulher.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326200503323443538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sep3I2sZwVI/AAAAAAAAA2g/z6N3zTAUJeA/s320/mulher.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Que mulher nunca teve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Um sutiã meio furado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Um primo meio tarado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Ou um amigo meio viado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Que mulher nunca tomou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Um fora de querer sumir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Um porre de cair* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Ou um lexotan para dormir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*****Que mulher nunca sonhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Com a sogra morta, estendida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Em ser muito feliz na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Ou com uma lipo na barriga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Que mulher nunca pensou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Em dar fim numa panela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Jogar os filhos pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Ou que a culpa era toda dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Que mulher nunca penou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*** Para ter a perna depilada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;** Para aturar uma empregada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Ou para trabalhar menstruada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Que mulher nunca comeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Uma caixa de Bis, por ansiedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Uma alface, no almoço, por vaidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Ou, um canalha por saudade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Que mulher nunca apertou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***O pé no sapato para caber, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**A barriga para emagrecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Ou um ursinho para não enlouquecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Que mulher nunca jurou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Que não estava ao telefone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Que não pensa em silicone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Que 'dele' não lembra nem o nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***Só as mulheres para entenderem o significado deste &lt;a href="http://textosdojaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-ser-mais-feliz.html"&gt;poema&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Estamos em uma época em que: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*'Homem dando sopa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***é apenas um homem distribuindo alimento aos pobres.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***'Pior do que nunca achar o homem certo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***é viver pra sempre com o homem errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'***'Mais vale um cara feio com você*do que dois lindos se beijando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'**'Se todo homem é igual, porque a gente escolhe tanto???' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**'Príncipe encantado que nada... Bom mesmo é o lobo-mau!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Que te ouve melhor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Que te vê melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**E ainda te come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**Mandem para mulheres que precisam rir, ou para homens que possam lidar com essa realidade!!!!!** *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(desconheço a autoria)&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/8406937507148811248-1334881328950657486?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1334881328950657486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=1334881328950657486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1334881328950657486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1334881328950657486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/poema-feminino.html' title='POEMA FEMININO'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sep3I2sZwVI/AAAAAAAAA2g/z6N3zTAUJeA/s72-c/mulher.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-9010585741963952477</id><published>2009-04-17T17:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:46:07.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Fim de semana prolongado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sej3mmtRKfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/--ZO-x_DiHQ/s1600-h/rosa002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325778801963117042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sej3mmtRKfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/--ZO-x_DiHQ/s320/rosa002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Até que enfim sexta-feira, ta certo que tenho trocentas provas pra corrigir...to preparando meu psicologico....,mas pelo menos este final de semana sera estendido por conta do feriado de Tiradentes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Da pra cansar e descansar....rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-9010585741963952477?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9010585741963952477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=9010585741963952477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/9010585741963952477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/9010585741963952477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/fim-de-semana-prolongado.html' title='Fim de semana prolongado'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sej3mmtRKfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/--ZO-x_DiHQ/s72-c/rosa002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-8745541950598572195</id><published>2009-04-12T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:08:16.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><title type='text'>Sim senhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeH_2K1uRNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2Y9iJIJy1lc/s1600-h/1sim-senhor-yes-man-oow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323817540616340690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeH_2K1uRNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2Y9iJIJy1lc/s320/1sim-senhor-yes-man-oow5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Quer dar risada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O filme Sim Senhor é uma boa dica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Baseado em um livro de auto-ajuda, somado as "caras e bocas" de Jim Carey o filme me fez repensar em algumas escolhas...locar um filme? ou sair para ver gente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Inconscientemente quando dizemos sim para algo estamos dizendo nao para outras que poderiam nos levar a aproveitar o "bom da vida"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Por varias vezes optei por ficar em casa sozinha, mas como o filme bem aborda tudo é uma questao de bom senso, e existe sim o meio termo e o nao também é necessario!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O sim deve ser privilegiado para o nosso bem estar, para amarmos...em prol da nossa felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sim senhor passa uma mensagem positiva e nos leva a repensar sobre como levamos a nossa vida...devemos nos mexer, o comodismo é um perigoso inimigo que sorrateiramente pode nos levar a depressao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-8745541950598572195?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8745541950598572195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=8745541950598572195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8745541950598572195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8745541950598572195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-senhor.html' title='Sim senhor'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeH_2K1uRNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2Y9iJIJy1lc/s72-c/1sim-senhor-yes-man-oow5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1749407418906812377</id><published>2009-04-12T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:38:44.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Feliz Pascoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeH6uYj1ceI/AAAAAAAAA2I/SZUE7lQXPUI/s1600-h/pas.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323811909302317538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeH6uYj1ceI/AAAAAAAAA2I/SZUE7lQXPUI/s320/pas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-1749407418906812377?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1749407418906812377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=1749407418906812377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1749407418906812377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1749407418906812377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='Feliz Pascoa'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeH6uYj1ceI/AAAAAAAAA2I/SZUE7lQXPUI/s72-c/pas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5329490589865697032</id><published>2009-04-11T10:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:29:21.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><title type='text'>Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeCvRxur7EI/AAAAAAAAA2A/3vKLcEHRoGc/s1600-h/BenjaminButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447479493717058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeCvRxur7EI/AAAAAAAAA2A/3vKLcEHRoGc/s400/BenjaminButton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeCuoPI9KYI/AAAAAAAAA14/pHYUFcyBXbA/s1600-h/Benjamin-Button-Pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446765834021250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeCuoPI9KYI/AAAAAAAAA14/pHYUFcyBXbA/s400/Benjamin-Button-Pitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;O filme O curisoso caso de Benjamin Button me chamou atençao para diversas cincunstancias sobre a vida, mais do que um caso bizarro, no meu entendimento ele nos faz refletir como seria nossas vidas se o processo da vida fosse o inverso (da velhice para a infancia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Apresenta o caminho natural de todos nos, a morte e como aceitamos isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Num primeiro momento, e talvez uma das mensagens mais bonitas do filme é a aceitaçao do personagem Benjamin Button por uma mulher que o percebe como filho de Deus, enquanto o pai do mesmo o havia abandonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Também achei apropriado o espaço de criaçao de Benjamin, uma espécie de asilo ou abrigo para idosos, nele evidenciou as semelhanças e diferenças entre a criança e o idoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Me impressionei com o processo ou maquiagem de envelhecimento e de rejuvelhecimento dos atores, incrivel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;No que tange ao contexto historico destaco o fato da trama perpassar o fim da primeira guerra, a segunda guerra mundial até a passagem do furacao Katrina. Sobre os primeiros acontecimentos a tristeza de quem perdeu um filho em combate, em especial o relojoeiro, que ao mesmo tempo ironizou com um relogio no sentido anti-horario. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A mensagem seria entao de que corremos contra o tempo, mas nao importa de qual fase iniciamos (velhice ou infancia), nem a sua inversao de sentido, porque a cada morte ha um recomeço e vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-5329490589865697032?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5329490589865697032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5329490589865697032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5329490589865697032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5329490589865697032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/benjamin-button.html' title='Benjamin Button'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SeCvRxur7EI/AAAAAAAAA2A/3vKLcEHRoGc/s72-c/BenjaminButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-119649827093186909</id><published>2009-04-04T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:17:57.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Oba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SdfqdfuJxEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/J1CIz1Xmb4Y/s1600-h/hv.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SdfqdfuJxEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/J1CIz1Xmb4Y/s400/hv.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320979277213713474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-119649827093186909?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/119649827093186909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=119649827093186909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/119649827093186909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/119649827093186909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/oba.html' title='Oba'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SdfqdfuJxEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/J1CIz1Xmb4Y/s72-c/hv.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5513083685814484116</id><published>2009-04-03T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:27:25.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORIA'/><title type='text'>Operaçao Valquiria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SdbPsQQueDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ZCfGYCde6F0/s1600-h/SaladaCultural_com_br-operacao-valquiria-cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320668368971135026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SdbPsQQueDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ZCfGYCde6F0/s400/SaladaCultural_com_br-operacao-valquiria-cartaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Além do teor historico, e as tentativas fracassadas de assassinar Hitler, o filme Operaçao Valquiria despertou minha atençao pela composiçao nos cenarios de guerra (avioes, prédios, uniformes...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ja havia assistido um documentario sobre tal operaçao e entendi o porque da escolha do ator Tom Cruise, segundo as imagens e relatos da BBC sobre o coronel Claus von Stauffenberg este também era lindo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas entendi que o fundamental  no filme é apresentar uma nova visao sobre os ideais alemaes durante a segunda guerra mundial, ou seja, também havia alemaes que discordavam da conduta totalitarista de Hitler, e que desejavam viver em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-5513083685814484116?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5513083685814484116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5513083685814484116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5513083685814484116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5513083685814484116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/04/operacao-valquiria.html' title='Operaçao Valquiria'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SdbPsQQueDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ZCfGYCde6F0/s72-c/SaladaCultural_com_br-operacao-valquiria-cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-600114636967726980</id><published>2009-03-28T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:17:09.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>uhuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sc6OLFB_LRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CM4188BznIU/s1600-h/sabado.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318344530951351570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sc6OLFB_LRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CM4188BznIU/s400/sabado.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sc6OLFB_LRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CM4188BznIU/s1600-h/sabado.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ta chovendo ou o tempo ta fechado... se divirta assim mesmo, pode ser em qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...até mesmo em casa, comece com uma musica animada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;animou-se? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que tal cuidar da aparencia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;melhorou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tire o dia e a noite para fazer algo que lhe proporciona prazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O importante é ser feliz... ainda mais quando as coisas (amor, trabalho, familia...) estao dificeis, porque ninguém é de ferro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;obs. no momento estou seguindo as minhas dicas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By Jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-600114636967726980?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/600114636967726980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=600114636967726980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/600114636967726980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/600114636967726980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/uhuuu.html' title='uhuuu'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sc6OLFB_LRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CM4188BznIU/s72-c/sabado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4262995840578082395</id><published>2009-03-22T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:33:30.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMOR'/><title type='text'>Historia de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScZIG6UK3hI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AuZDXAfF0oc/s1600-h/Di%25C3%25A1rio_de_uma_paix%25C3%25A3o_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316015693727718930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScZIG6UK3hI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AuZDXAfF0oc/s400/Di%25C3%25A1rio_de_uma_paix%25C3%25A3o_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O filme Diario de uma paixao conta a historia de um casal, que revive através de um diario toda a sua trajetoria de vida, nele, quando jovens, se apaixonaram perdidamente, e o que era pra ser apenas uma paixao de verao, haja vista que eles eram de mundos completamente diferentes, resistiu ao tempo, aos desenganos....e voltou com mais força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;é um filme que emociona pela cumplicidade, acho que talvez seja o sonho de amor ideal de toda mulher...pq é leal, seguro e incondicional!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;entre as cenas mais lindas recordo daquela em que Noah "velho" diz aos seus filhos que nao pode voltar para casa com eles pq a Elen "velha" é o lar dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quantos amam dessa forma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-4262995840578082395?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4262995840578082395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4262995840578082395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4262995840578082395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4262995840578082395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/historia-de-amor.html' title='Historia de amor'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScZIG6UK3hI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AuZDXAfF0oc/s72-c/Di%25C3%25A1rio_de_uma_paix%25C3%25A3o_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5800220949162792148</id><published>2009-03-21T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:11:58.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Enfim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScUtf6ZVfCI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SllriYAcFf4/s1600-h/Sabado_1196152424_31_sabado.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315704961455455266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScUtf6ZVfCI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SllriYAcFf4/s400/Sabado_1196152424_31_sabado.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScUtf6ZVfCI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SllriYAcFf4/s1600-h/Sabado_1196152424_31_sabado.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8406937507148811248-5800220949162792148?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5800220949162792148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5800220949162792148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5800220949162792148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5800220949162792148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/enfim.html' title='Enfim'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScUtf6ZVfCI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SllriYAcFf4/s72-c/Sabado_1196152424_31_sabado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6225503148881929377</id><published>2009-03-21T13:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:56:40.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRONICAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELACIONAMENTOS'/><title type='text'>Adultos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScUjSKWglTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PSErHyQ5nZI/s1600-h/engracado_lingua_935dd405.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315693730104120626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScUjSKWglTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PSErHyQ5nZI/s400/engracado_lingua_935dd405.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida. Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- 'Ah, terminei o namoro... '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- 'Nossa, quanto tempo?'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- 'Cinco anos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas não deu certo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Acabou'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- É não deu...?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Acredito em pessoas que se somam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo,como cobrar cem por cento do outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E não temos esta coisa completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Às vezes ele é fiel, mas não é bom de cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Às vezes ela é malhada, mas não é sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tudo nós não temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto que é mais importante e invista nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E se o beijo bate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Se joga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Senão bate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mais um Martini, por favor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E vá dar uma volta.Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O outro tem o direito de não te querer.Não lute, não ligue, não dê pití.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Se a pessoa ta com dúvida, problema dela, cabe a você esperar ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se apessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nada de drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob chantagem, gravidez, dinheiro,recessão de família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não fique com alguém por dó também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou por medo da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nascemos sós. Morremos sós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostar dói. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Você muitas vezes vai ter raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Faz parte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Você namora um outro ser, um outro mundo e um outro universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E nem sempre as coisas saem como você quer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal, você não é terapeuta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;É mais previsível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para namorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nem todo beijo é para romancear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nem todo sexo bom é para descartar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou se apaixonar. Ou se culpar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Enfim... Quem disse que ser adulto é fácil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Por_Arnaldo_Jabor/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Por Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-6225503148881929377?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6225503148881929377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6225503148881929377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6225503148881929377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6225503148881929377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/adultos.html' title='Adultos'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScUjSKWglTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PSErHyQ5nZI/s72-c/engracado_lingua_935dd405.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1347128746600550948</id><published>2009-03-20T19:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:38:33.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCADORES'/><title type='text'>Semana dificil...salve a tranparencia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScQs05DykpI/AAAAAAAAA04/5vnmh5_K0Ao/s1600-h/gf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315422747385565842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScQs05DykpI/AAAAAAAAA04/5vnmh5_K0Ao/s400/gf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Semana passada estava gripada, nesta senti dores de cabeça e dores musculares diariamente....tenho certeza que issso esta relacionado aos problemas no trabalho. Meu sonho de consumo nesta sexta é uma sessao de massagem, de pelo menos 40 minutos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Num balanço rapido algumas situaçoes me incomodam demais: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1-aluno indisciplinado ao extremoooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2- falta de sintonia com o grupo educacional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Em relaçao ao aluno "indisciplinado ao extremo" esta faltando puniçao severa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Consequentemente a falta de sintonia com o grupo de trabalho na escola pode aumentar tal problema! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alguns exemplos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a)professores que nao adotam as regras da escola no geral...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;b)coordenaçao que diverge na postura ou cobrança dos deveres dos alunos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;c)professores e coordenadores que nao agem em conjunto, ou seja, que nao se ajudam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;d)professores que nao dao exemplo aos alunos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e)reunioes durante o intervalo dos professores...se é intervalo esse deve ser respeitado, caso contrario o professor tem o direito de abater esse tempo em suas horas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;f)falta de estrutura ou material de trabalho na escola, como livros didaticos para todos os alunos, suporte tecnologico, etc...que dificultam na execuçao do trabalho pedagogico, locomoçao e atrasos do docente em sala de aula!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;g)professores omissos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;h)Falta de transparencia em relaçao aos educadores e educandos levam aos problemas éticos, ou seja, quando ha problemas isolados, tanto com alunos, como com professores, esses em particular devem ser advertidos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sobre esse ultimo fator apresento minha especial atençao, pois procuro dar o meu melhor e se ele nao agrada que seja apontado diretamente....sou adepta ao olho no olho, nao suporto indiretas, meias palavras com duplo sentido, nem situaçoes mal resolvidas, talvez por isso tenho feito tantas intervençoes no ambito escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tais situaçoes tem me causado um grande desgaste...me sinto como se estivesse no final do ano!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Durmo e acordo com dores de cabeça, cansada, nao me desligo do trabalho...cade  a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"bendita transparencia"!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Procuro falar por mim e nao me preocupo em agradar ninguém, nao me calo porque nao suporto a omissao!!! Prefiro dizer o que penso em alto e bom som do que ficar pelos cantos aos cochichos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mas nem isso tem possibilitado a diminuiçao das minhas dores e angustias!...nem o fim dos pesadelos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gosto de ser professora, mas em semanas dificeis, como estas, me pergunto se nao teria sido mais facil ser contadora contabil, analista....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&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/8406937507148811248-1347128746600550948?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1347128746600550948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=1347128746600550948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1347128746600550948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1347128746600550948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/semana-dificilsalve-tranparencia.html' title='Semana dificil...salve a tranparencia!!!'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ScQs05DykpI/AAAAAAAAA04/5vnmh5_K0Ao/s72-c/gf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6068752706793228341</id><published>2009-03-16T19:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:00:39.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOVELAS'/><title type='text'>Novela Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sb7kySzbQxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/x6UwYlwcpHE/s1600-h/paraiso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313936163035890450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sb7kySzbQxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/x6UwYlwcpHE/s400/paraiso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Os Matogrossenses estao estufados de orgulho ao acompanharem, na nova novela &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Paraíso, as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt; belezas do Estado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Entre as cidades visitadas pelos atores globais estao: Poconé, Nobres, Pantanal e a lindissimaaaaaaaaaaa Chapada dos Guimaraes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A releitura de Paraiso, apos 27 anos, deve também encantar pela composiçao no elenco, tomo como exemplos: Carlos Vereza e Cassia Kiss, magnificos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do pouco que vi acredito que essa novela, "recheada" de "causos", lendas, peoes, belezas pantaneiras, religiosidade interiorana, modas de&lt;/span&gt; viola...tem tudo pra ser um sucesso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/8406937507148811248-6068752706793228341?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6068752706793228341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6068752706793228341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6068752706793228341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6068752706793228341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/novela-paraiso.html' title='Novela Paraíso'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sb7kySzbQxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/x6UwYlwcpHE/s72-c/paraiso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1482719024544913582</id><published>2009-03-15T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:13:50.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Desejo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sb2LkhAZGKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8AtfyRg5Cnw/s1600-h/0089.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313556594818619554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sb2LkhAZGKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8AtfyRg5Cnw/s400/0089.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-1482719024544913582?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1482719024544913582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=1482719024544913582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1482719024544913582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1482719024544913582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/desejo.html' title='Desejo!'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sb2LkhAZGKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8AtfyRg5Cnw/s72-c/0089.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4898833228105442159</id><published>2009-03-14T18:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:03:58.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><title type='text'>Se eu fosse voce 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwsTvdeDMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/eSJFrCSdcGI/s1600-h/1230292806546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313170378059549890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwsTvdeDMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/eSJFrCSdcGI/s400/1230292806546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O filme "Se eu fosse voce 2" é uma boa dica para quem deseja dar boas risadas, entre as muitas confusoes interpretadas, a minha cena preferida é a do jogo de futebol...senti afliçao, ao mesmo tempo que chorei de rir do desespero do personagem de Tony Ramos incorporando Helena!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Outra cena incrivel!!! é a de Tony Ramos dançando na academia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fazia tempo que nao via o cinema tao cheio...fazia tempo que nao ria tanto em um filme brasileiro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Parabéns Tony Ramos e Gloria Pires!!! vcs estao cada vez melhores!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-4898833228105442159?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4898833228105442159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4898833228105442159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4898833228105442159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4898833228105442159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-eu-fosse-voce-2.html' title='Se eu fosse voce 2'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwsTvdeDMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/eSJFrCSdcGI/s72-c/1230292806546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4584473006815119013</id><published>2009-03-14T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:04:55.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>Dia da poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwoTRYI9MI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g677-d9Fiqg/s1600-h/btterfly096.gifm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313165971937621186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwoTRYI9MI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g677-d9Fiqg/s400/btterfly096.gifm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mascarados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu o Semeador a semear&lt;br /&gt;Semeou o dia todo e a noite o apanhou ainda com as mãos cheias de sementes.&lt;br /&gt;Ele semeava tranqüilo sem pensar na colheita porque muito tinha que outros semearam.&lt;br /&gt;Jovem, seja você esse semeador&lt;br /&gt;Semeia com otimismo&lt;br /&gt;Semeia com idealismo as sementes vivas da Paz e da Justiça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-4584473006815119013?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4584473006815119013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4584473006815119013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4584473006815119013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4584473006815119013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-da-poesia.html' title='Dia da poesia'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwoTRYI9MI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g677-d9Fiqg/s72-c/btterfly096.gifm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5418246053786795678</id><published>2009-03-14T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:46:51.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'>Confiança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwJdJH2SsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/k6U5Lppqtfg/s1600-h/gy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313132056660036290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwJdJH2SsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/k6U5Lppqtfg/s400/gy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-5418246053786795678?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5418246053786795678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5418246053786795678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5418246053786795678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5418246053786795678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/confianca.html' title='Confiança'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbwJdJH2SsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/k6U5Lppqtfg/s72-c/gy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-2798082764401924193</id><published>2009-03-13T18:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:14:46.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOENCAS'/><title type='text'>So quero dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbrhiyqaOuI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LPqNweYDU50/s1600-h/gfj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312806698268375778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbrhiyqaOuI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LPqNweYDU50/s400/gfj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faz tempo que nao pegava uma gripe tao forte..dessa vez me vi sem energias, o mais dificil mesmo foi dar aula hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;..se pudesse nao teria levantado da cama, tendo como companhia apenas os remedios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ja é dificil ter paciencia no dia-a-dia...imagina numa sexta-feira, zonza pelo efeito de medicamentos, irritada pelos efeitos de colicas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tem aluno que percebe o problema e colabora....mas o pior é  suportar aqueles que sempre se acham o centro das atençoes...so por Deus mesmoooooooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;prova de fogo!! teste de resistencia!!!passei por mais essa com louvor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Graças a Deus amanha é sabadaooooooo!!! Tempo para recuperaçao de forças...para dormir bastanteeeeeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/8406937507148811248-2798082764401924193?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2798082764401924193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=2798082764401924193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/2798082764401924193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/2798082764401924193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-quero-dormir.html' title='So quero dormir'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbrhiyqaOuI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LPqNweYDU50/s72-c/gfj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4513439636827511784</id><published>2009-03-08T19:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:42:46.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCADORES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA'/><title type='text'>Brasil: de cada 5 professores 1 é temporário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbRkrghLgHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/YgSm3PBXfpw/s1600-h/problema%2520nacional%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310980559202910322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbRkrghLgHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/YgSm3PBXfpw/s400/problema%2520nacional%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbRkPaUN6XI/AAAAAAAAAz0/oIi8NSpG4nI/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310980076501592434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbRkPaUN6XI/AAAAAAAAAz0/oIi8NSpG4nI/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As situações mais graves são as de Mato Grosso, em que 49% dos docentes não são efetivos, e de São Paulo 43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fonte: Folha de São Paulo (20.02.2009)Angela PInho, Johanna Nublat, Larissa Guimarães e Renata Baptista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Motivo de muita crítica, o problema os professores "precários" atinge todo Brasil. O estado Mato Grosso tem situação mais grave, segundo revela levantamento feito pelo jornal Folha de São Paulo, em 23 Estados. Além disso, ao menos em outros 7 Estados, entre os quais SP, têm mais temporários que a média nacional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;São Paulo enfrenta uma crise desde que a Justiça suspendeu, no dia 4, uma prova em que cerca de 3.500 professores temporários tiraram nota zero. A prova ocorreu em dezembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Outros Estados têm índices piores do que a média nacional (22%): Ceará, Maranhão, Piauí, Amazonas, Acre e Espírito Santo. Amapá, Mato Grosso do Sul e Rio Grande do Norte não responderam à Folha. A Paraíba disse que, devido à mudança de governo, nesta semana, não conseguiria informar a tempo o número de temporários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O excesso de temporários impede as escolas de constituírem equipes estáveis, com projetos de longo prazo, diz Romualdo Portela, professor da Faculdade de Educação da USP. Para a qualidade de ensino, diz, "é muito ruim". "E é também um professor estressado", prejudicado, segundo ele, pela falta de estabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O presidente da CNTE (Confederação Nacional dos Trabalhadores em Educação), Roberto Leão, afirma que o ideal são os concursos públicos. Temporários, só "para emergências". "Isso não pode ser política estadual, como ocorre em SP, uma verdadeira aberração." Para Roberto Leão a contratação provisória não poderia ultrapassar os 5% da rede. "O concurso é a maneira justa de prover novos cargos porque não há apadrinhamento", afirmou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A seleção de temporários nem sempre é precedida de prova. Em Goiás, Mato Grosso, Sergipe e Tocantins, a secretaria estadual ou as escolas escolhem, após análise de currículo.&lt;br /&gt;Em casos mais drásticos, em que não há professores suficientes para preencher as vagas, universitários são aceitos, como em Santa Catarina e no Rio Grande do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;A insuficiência de candidatos qualificados é justamente uma das razões que explicam a contratação precária. Outra é a não-realização de concurso por período longo ou a cessão de docentes para outras funções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em São Paulo, disse a Secretaria da Educação, 66 mil cargos de professor efetivo são preenchidos por temporários porque 36 mil deles estão em cargos como coordenação pedagógica e 30 mil em licença.No entanto, segundo notícia publicada pelo jornal O Estado de São Paulo (20.02.2009), a Secretaria do Estado da Educação de São Paulo informou que neste ano haverá menos temporários na rede do que foi registrado em 2008. Serão 133 mil professores efetivos, já que 10 mil passaram em concurso em 2007 e estão sendo chamados. Dessa forma, seriam cerca de 90 mil temporários, índice de 40,3%. O processo de distribuição de aulas ainda está em curso no Estado.O estado de São Paulo sozinho tem um terço de todos os 300 mil profissionais nessa situação no País, segundo levantamento feito pelo referido jornal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Não é um índice ideal, mas o importante é que estamos diminuindo", diz a secretária estadual da Educação, Maria Helena Guimarães de Castro. Em 1998, eram 174 mil temporários. Ela explica que há 36 mil efetivos fora do cargo, por afastamento ou por ocuparem funções como a de diretor, que só podem ser substituídos por temporários. "É normal São Paulo ter um número tão alto. Temos 2 milhões dos 8 milhões de alunos do ensino médio público do Brasil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Segundo a secretária estadual da Educação de Minas, Vanessa Guimarães Pinto, a contratação desses profissionais é uma necessidade. "As demandas da população são mais dinâmicas que o processo de efetivação em concurso." Ela afirma que há cidades passando por migração populacional, cuja necessidade de professores é imediata. "Consigo construir uma escola em um ano, mas o concurso demora um ano e meio." A rede de Minas tem 3,5 milhões de alunos, 166 mil professores e é a segunda maior do País. Perde apenas para São Paulo, com 5,5 milhões de alunos e 217 mil professores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em Mato Grosso, o uso de temporários ocorre principalmente para completar poucas horas de aula. "Não posso fazer um concurso para um professor que trabalhará apenas cinco horas semanais", diz o secretário Ságuas Moraes Sousa. A carga horária do professor no Estado é de 30 horas (10 delas dedicadas a atividades extraclasse).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Há também situações em que a distribuição territorial da população pode influenciar. Segundo a Secretaria de Educação de Mato Grosso, há municípios com apenas uma escola estadual -e os professores não conseguem preencher todas as horas previstas em um concurso. Como as cidades são distantes, o professor é chamado para contratos temporários de menos horas de duração.O Rio de Janeiro é a exceção -mantém temporários só em educação indígena. Segundo a Secretaria de Educação, se é preciso substituir alguém, professores concursados são chamados e ganham hora-extra &lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-4513439636827511784?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4513439636827511784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4513439636827511784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4513439636827511784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4513439636827511784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/brasil-de-cada-5-professores-1-e.html' title='Brasil: de cada 5 professores 1 é temporário'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbRkrghLgHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/YgSm3PBXfpw/s72-c/problema%2520nacional%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1062604666251983118</id><published>2009-03-08T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:25:27.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Parabéns mulher!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbNIbdLvj6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/f9T1PKbQc-0/s1600-h/037.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310668022127497122" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbHHGehhjnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/zZ4AU0tX1Z4/s400/20_MHG_pais_arcebispo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ao acompanhar as ultimas noticias sobre a polemica do aborto realizado em uma menina de 9 anos, estuprada pelo padrasto, fico enojada com o papel da Igreja Catolica, em especial do Arcebisto Dom José, embora em minha adolescencia tenha recebido dessa instuiçao o pilar educacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fico me lembrando do quanto a Igreja Catolica foi permissiva durante guerras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E fica uma pergunta: Ja que ela se diz tao rigorosa, tao humana, e cheia de principios porque nao excomunga todos os padres envolvidos em casos de pedofilia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...em vez de apenas transferir-los de paroquias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quer dizer entao que o estuprador nao deve ser excomungado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e que a menina deveria correr risco de morte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Outras religioes, como a islamica, judaica e luterana tem percebido a situaçao de violencia com muito mais clareza e bom senso do que a Catolica, como foi apontado no Jornal do SBT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Em outras palavras que Deus é esse da Igreja Catolica? Um Deus que pune a vitima e liberta o algoz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vejo tudo isso como uma insanidade, palhaçada...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dou meu total apoio aos medicos, familiares...que fizeram o aborto da menina e meu repudio a "Igreja sem noçao" e ignorante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/8406937507148811248-4561941222446398181?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4561941222446398181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4561941222446398181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4561941222446398181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4561941222446398181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/violencia-sem-perdao.html' title='Violencia sem perdao'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SbHHGehhjnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/zZ4AU0tX1Z4/s72-c/20_MHG_pais_arcebispo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-8831705017055365767</id><published>2009-03-01T17:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:54:12.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCIEDADE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCADORES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA'/><title type='text'>Educaçao começa em casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SasEvpogqyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Q3431mQMnzI/s1600-h/bere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308341802462391074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SasEvpogqyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Q3431mQMnzI/s400/bere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SasEgxx4HfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rPVKgbpOY0s/s1600-h/zeca-india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308341546951122418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SasEgxx4HfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rPVKgbpOY0s/s400/zeca-india.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sou professora e constantemente observo os profissionais da educaçao discutindo com preocupaçao o personagem do Zeca, seus pais, professora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei a criaçao desses personagens existentes dentro do universo chamado escola, pois ele chama a atençao para a importancia da familia na formaçao dos nossos educandos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o drama latente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indisciplina, uso de novas tecnologias fora de hora...sao problemas cada vez mais preocupantes nas escolas. Por isso acho que a autora Gloria Perez esta sendo muito perpicaz em apontar os desafios que desestimulam os jovens a ingressarem nos cursos de licenciatura, como ja foi destacado pelo proprio ministro da educaçao Haddad .Sem contar os altos indices de afastamento por depressao e traumas dos educadores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas universidades formam para essa realidade, a preocupaçao nas academias induz ou privilegia a pesquisa cientifica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale destacar que a falta de limites do persongem Zeca começa em casa, se estende na escola e "pertuba" ou percorre toda sociedade. Nao faz muito tempo acompanhamos meninos com perfil semelhante deste que estupraram uma menina em SC e colocaram o video na internet; a empregada domestica que foi espancada enquanto esperava um onibus; o indio Galdino que foi queimado no dia do indio...e olha que ha outros abusos que desconhecemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que alguns pais, como César e Ellana, se conscientizem da sua importancia  no processo educacional dos seus filhos, e que em vez de jogar a culpa nos professores, dividam soluçoes, sejam presentes nas reunioes de pais, na entrega dos boletins, que visitem com frequencia a escola de seus filhos, conversem com os professores...ou seja, que participem da educaçao dos seus, pois ela começa em casa, vem de berço!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-8831705017055365767?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8831705017055365767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=8831705017055365767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8831705017055365767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8831705017055365767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/educacao-comeca-em-casa.html' title='Educaçao começa em casa'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SasEvpogqyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Q3431mQMnzI/s72-c/bere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-200244866104227246</id><published>2009-03-01T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:14:16.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'>Bençao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SarQQxayqcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qjQsNxgSq5A/s1600-h/biblico_isa2.jpgz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308284097371744706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SarQQxayqcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qjQsNxgSq5A/s400/biblico_isa2.jpgz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-200244866104227246?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/200244866104227246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=200244866104227246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/200244866104227246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/200244866104227246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/bencao.html' title='Bençao'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SarQQxayqcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qjQsNxgSq5A/s72-c/biblico_isa2.jpgz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4282019506043417930</id><published>2009-02-27T14:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:10:01.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARNAVAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BELEZA'/><title type='text'>Protesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sag1cjNAp0I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ixcx4hVppZI/s1600-h/316695093_ba77e7ebf1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307550925458548546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sag1cjNAp0I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ixcx4hVppZI/s400/316695093_ba77e7ebf1_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sag1HzHdS4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/MCPtJiouA-Q/s1600-h/paulozulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307550568952974210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sag1HzHdS4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/MCPtJiouA-Q/s400/paulozulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SagzC2hnScI/AAAAAAAAAys/A3JXA1Dx2bc/s1600-h/0,,15859872-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307548284945385922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SagzC2hnScI/AAAAAAAAAys/A3JXA1Dx2bc/s400/0,,15859872-EXH,00.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/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sagx2IlLJWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/h1LsOSd5rA0/s1600-h/gia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307546966942229858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sagx2IlLJWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/h1LsOSd5rA0/s400/gia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mulherada do Brasil tem uma coisa muuuuuuuuuito errada nos desfiles das escolas de samba do RJ e SP!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ja repararam como ele é machista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E o que vc me diz sobre a exposiçao excessiva do corpicho da mulherada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por que nao temos padrinhos de bateria? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Onde estao os destaques masculinos igualmente "revelados" pela nudez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sugiro alguns gatos: Gianechinni, Marcio Garcia, Henri Castelli, Marcelo Antony.... temos uma infinita lista de homens lindoooooooos de morreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alguém reparou como alguns "simbolos sexuais" masculinos sairam nos desfiles de carnaval? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Parecendo padres...de tao vestidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando o destaque era masculino, na maioria carregavam uma fantasia tao pesada que mal podiamos reconhece-los! Nem o branco dos olhos era perceptivel...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por isso PROTESTO!!! Quero direitos iguais!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ja que nao existe remédio para o culto e exploraçao do CORPO... que ele seja em ambos os generos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ou sera que ninguém percebe que a mentalidade de satisfaçao, ainda, pertence aos homens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...e isso é coisa da Idade Média, mas esta silenciada na nossa sociedade quando as pessoas acham que é normal a exposiçao apenas dos corpos femeninos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-4282019506043417930?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4282019506043417930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4282019506043417930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4282019506043417930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4282019506043417930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/protesto.html' title='Protesto'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/Sag1cjNAp0I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ixcx4hVppZI/s72-c/316695093_ba77e7ebf1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5319386373485915483</id><published>2009-02-25T16:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:41:16.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BELEZA'/><title type='text'>Beleza ou fantasia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWvJJn8LsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kX4jVPgryE4/s1600-h/vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840307663122114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWvJJn8LsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kX4jVPgryE4/s400/vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWu2jnsctI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EHRSNLQaVH0/s1600-h/sz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306839988223898322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWu2jnsctI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EHRSNLQaVH0/s400/sz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWukMSy86I/AAAAAAAAAyM/ToBoJhq50_Q/s1600-h/%C3%A9z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306839672724583330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWukMSy86I/AAAAAAAAAyM/ToBoJhq50_Q/s400/%C3%A9z.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/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWuPRvYETI/AAAAAAAAAyE/zazv_azEL7c/s1600-h/az.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306839313409380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWuPRvYETI/AAAAAAAAAyE/zazv_azEL7c/s400/az.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWt4UOxS0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/zmj4b-RMG64/s1600-h/0,,18341810,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306838918940937026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWt4UOxS0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/zmj4b-RMG64/s400/0,,18341810,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me impressiono com a perfeiçao das musas do Carnaval e fico me perguntando qual é o preço que essas mulheres pagam para serem cultuadas como as popozudas do pedaço....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não basta ter tudo no lugar, a cada ano vemos crescer o numero de mulheres bombadas, puro músculo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeitas? Para o critério masculino sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbum e seios em abundancia...mas confesso que me sentiria gorda com o corpo de Viviane Araújo e Luma de Oliveira! Não estou dizendo que elas não sejam as boazudas, mas questionando até onde vai a beleza e a fantasia sobre as mulheres perfeitas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas fogem a esse novo estilo, é o caso de Luiza Brunet e Paola Oliveira, não creio que ambas vivam em função do carnaval. Talvez por isso não coube a elas incorporar no sentido literal o visu de feiticeiras-bombadas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você deve estar achando que estou com inveja dessas mulheres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até tenho, mas não é so no físico, porque para mante-los é preciso de muito dinheiro, já que necessitam bancar nutricionista, academia, alimentação apropriada, “revisão” do silicone, personal trainer...ufa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por outro lado, pensando bem, no lugar delas teria inveja de mim também...porque não me privo de comer doces e principalmente, na maior parte do ano sou (im)perfeitinha, com direito  a barriguinha, celulite...tb não tenho minha imagem associada sempre ao sexo, ou a um pedaço de carne suculento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser desejada é bom, mas viver disso e em função daquilo...rsrs...nunca foi o meu sonho de consumo! Até pq isso não é sinônimo de felicidade para ninguém que tenha cerebro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ideal de beleza por ideal de beleza prefiro as morenas globeleza, são mais reais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-5319386373485915483?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5319386373485915483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5319386373485915483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5319386373485915483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5319386373485915483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/beleza-ou-fantasia.html' title='Beleza ou fantasia?'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWvJJn8LsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kX4jVPgryE4/s72-c/vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6504022463772423832</id><published>2009-02-25T14:52:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:43:08.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARNAVAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORIA'/><title type='text'>Carnaval e Historia I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWeda7UXaI/AAAAAAAAAx0/owwjkgRGnTA/s1600-h/jame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306821964207512994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWeda7UXaI/AAAAAAAAAx0/owwjkgRGnTA/s400/jame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWd5XGbZxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/4nVxdXvrMq4/s1600-h/gh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306821344705079058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWd5XGbZxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/4nVxdXvrMq4/s400/gh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWco6I-SFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/jmlJM5Dm0So/s1600-h/cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306819962541590610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWco6I-SFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/jmlJM5Dm0So/s400/cf.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/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWbI0W6z_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/mtcHYqDuBls/s1600-h/ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306818311722029042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWbI0W6z_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/mtcHYqDuBls/s400/ba.jpg" border="0" /&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/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWYOSvczAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/lXLTmPIrhBQ/s1600-h/2243350_imperio_serrano_carnaval__2009_379_570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306815107242445826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWYOSvczAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/lXLTmPIrhBQ/s400/2243350_imperio_serrano_carnaval__2009_379_570.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWXseWY7wI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e9wpsDsQzCc/s1600-h/co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306814526243008258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWXseWY7wI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e9wpsDsQzCc/s400/co.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;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWV-qgSrdI/AAAAAAAAAw8/bHbrS2UBzuU/s1600-h/ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306812639720156626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWV-qgSrdI/AAAAAAAAAw8/bHbrS2UBzuU/s400/ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nao acredito quando alguns alunos me dizem que não gostam de historia, sempre tomo como exemplo filmes, novelas...de época, inclusive o Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao estudarmos sobre fontes históricas penso que o Carnaval é uma das formas mais presentes de releitura da historia de um povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No carnaval de 2009 a Império Serrano contou os mistérios do mar, que recuperou na mitologia grega o universo-mar, o culto no candomblé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola Porto da pedra com o tema sobre a curiosidade fez uma retomada da pré-história, através do fogo, e passou por todos os períodos mostrando que ela move o homem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, Mangueira sabiamente explorou o nosso Brasil em sua multiplicidade racial contada por Darcy Ribeiro, e foi emocionante ouvir os desafios que a escola superou, desde a morte de Jamelão, o integrante na cadeira de rodas, dificuldades financeiras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstáculos também vividos por Neguinho da Beija-Flor, escola que explorou o “ritual” chamado banho com muito luxo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola Salgueiro com um tema aparentemente simples, o tambor, mostrou a complexidade que um simples instrumento acompanha a cultura, o desenvolvimento de um povo, podendo ser um meio de comunicação, religioso, sagrado e profano...foi como um pulsar dos corações da comunidade tão vibrante na Sapucaí!!! A comissão de frente – Maculele – foi genial!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Grande Rio mostrou a reurbanização do Rio de Janeiro, a Viradouro explorou as cores, cheiro, sincretismo da Bahia de todos os santos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem muito mais, em São Paulo...em Salvador... não pude acompanhar, mas são aulas de Historia, aguardas por um ano, vividas por sujeitos que fazem e refazem a nossa Historia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jana &lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-6504022463772423832?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6504022463772423832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6504022463772423832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6504022463772423832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6504022463772423832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-e-historia-i.html' title='Carnaval e Historia I'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaWeda7UXaI/AAAAAAAAAx0/owwjkgRGnTA/s72-c/jame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6766752885429045906</id><published>2009-02-24T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:12:08.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Sem desculpas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaQbuWcTN3I/AAAAAAAAAwc/8n-w2JueWFU/s1600-h/dia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306396744061499250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaQbuWcTN3I/AAAAAAAAAwc/8n-w2JueWFU/s400/dia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-6766752885429045906?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6766752885429045906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6766752885429045906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6766752885429045906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6766752885429045906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-desculpas.html' title='Sem desculpas'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaQbuWcTN3I/AAAAAAAAAwc/8n-w2JueWFU/s72-c/dia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-2787855881538619570</id><published>2009-02-24T10:50:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:18:02.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARNAVAL'/><title type='text'>Carnaval 2009 Rio de Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaQMFbz5esI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6trNRD_Ag8c/s1600-h/004.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306379548453599938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaQMFbz5esI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6trNRD_Ag8c/s400/004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Uma coisa é certa, o melhor enredo entre todas escolas de samba do Rio de Janeiro é o da Império Serrano, foi um desfile muito bonito!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Passou uma mensagem de transparencia, emoçao e tradiçao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A primeira vez que ouvi a musica Canto das sereias foi na interpretaçao de Marisa Monte, embora o sucesso seja de 1976 na voz de Clara Nunes. Talvez tenha sido a inspiraçao na escolha do meu nome, pois nesse ano minha mae estava gravida de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ao assistir o desfile me deu uma vontade louca de estar na Sapucai, junto da escola do Imperio Serrano...sambando...fiquei morrendo de inveja daquele povo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-2787855881538619570?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2787855881538619570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=2787855881538619570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/2787855881538619570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/2787855881538619570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-2009-rio-de-janeiro.html' title='Carnaval 2009 Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaQMFbz5esI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6trNRD_Ag8c/s72-c/004.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-547473286596152130</id><published>2009-02-22T10:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:13:20.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DETERMINACAO'/><title type='text'>Voce é do tamanho dos seus sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFq4V5LJ0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/71wT5mSnsRY/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305639352201324354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFq4V5LJ0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/71wT5mSnsRY/s400/phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFqpmTYwsI/AAAAAAAAAwE/uOaoKqxIF8I/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305639098908197570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFqpmTYwsI/AAAAAAAAAwE/uOaoKqxIF8I/s400/phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFonY3AbGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KFqYBAxebkI/s1600-h/phelps-100borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305636861916507234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFonY3AbGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KFqYBAxebkI/s400/phelps-100borboleta.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/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFoI8pC3qI/AAAAAAAAAv0/8ZbjbHJ2j50/s1600-h/0,,15264475-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305636338945679010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFoI8pC3qI/AAAAAAAAAv0/8ZbjbHJ2j50/s400/0,,15264475-EX,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"...é importante celebrar cada vitoria com a familia, os amigos e todos os que apoiam seu sonho. Viver intensamente todo o processo que envolve a realizaçao de objetivos. Lembrar que um objetivo é apenas um sonho com limite de tempo. Apreciar a travessia, e nao apenas a chegada. A felicidade nao esta no fim - esta no todo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Autoria: César Souza&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/8406937507148811248-547473286596152130?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/547473286596152130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=547473286596152130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/547473286596152130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/547473286596152130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/voce-e-do-tamanho-dos-seus-sonhos.html' title='Voce é do tamanho dos seus sonhos'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFq4V5LJ0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/71wT5mSnsRY/s72-c/phelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5150395393276689923</id><published>2009-02-22T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:47:34.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>so descanse!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFj6t_LLyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ozkdlsCYn0k/s1600-h/z-domingo4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFj6t_LLyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ozkdlsCYn0k/s1600-h/z-domingo4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305631696447287074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFj6t_LLyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ozkdlsCYn0k/s400/z-domingo4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8406937507148811248-5150395393276689923?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5150395393276689923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5150395393276689923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5150395393276689923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5150395393276689923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-faca-nada.html' title='so descanse!!'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFj6t_LLyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ozkdlsCYn0k/s72-c/z-domingo4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4073623279045093781</id><published>2009-02-22T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:35:21.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIDIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEITURA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCADORES'/><title type='text'>O lado bom do BBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFcZutRD-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/iRW_TfUxryE/s1600-h/btterfly091.gifh.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305623433123532770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFcZutRD-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/iRW_TfUxryE/s400/btterfly091.gifh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Neste inicio de ano devo agradecer a Rede Globo pela apresentaçao do Big Besteirol Brasil, pois desde que esse programa de inutilidades começou ja estou no terceiro livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... a principio inconscientemente, sempre que ouvia a vinheta do BBB desligava a tv e pegava um livro, agora minha leitura ja tem horario marcado, e um deles é quando inicia-se o BBB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penso que se todo brasileiro fizesse a mesma coisa a emissora nao teria mais ibope para tratar os brasileiros como imbecis...ao meu ver esse programa estimula o que ha de pior no ser humano.Se cada um cuidasse mais da sua vida o mundo seria melhor!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...é um circulo viciante, produçao de imbecis igual a manipulaçao de imbecis, uma conta cara para uma naçao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como sou otimista, o lado bom do BBB é que passei a ler mais do que antes!!! Convido a todos a experiencia, acho que vale até lavar uma louça...ta com preguiça? entao muda de canal...nao seja mais Big Bobao Brasil!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/8406937507148811248-4073623279045093781?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4073623279045093781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4073623279045093781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4073623279045093781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4073623279045093781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/feriado-prolongado.html' title='O lado bom do BBB'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaFcZutRD-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/iRW_TfUxryE/s72-c/btterfly091.gifh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-8790343150843248867</id><published>2009-02-21T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:37:34.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORIA'/><title type='text'>Pra quem gosta de Historia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaBS-meI87I/AAAAAAAAAvc/K7MWa4DTwqw/s1600-h/rei.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305331596474774450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaBS-meI87I/AAAAAAAAAvc/K7MWa4DTwqw/s400/rei.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1808, o livro-reportagem, como o proprio autor Lauretino Gomes denominou, tem uma linguagem clara, explicativa sobre a familia real portuguesa, contextualiza a europa Moderna, elucida o temor das monarquias, o poderio de Napoleao....nos faz entender a nossa Historia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A obra foge um pouco da comum caricatura dos principais personagens da monarquia portuguesa, sem ser massante, é possivel perceber na pesquisa historiografica as divergentes versoes de alguns acontecimentos marcantes, como a vinda da familia real para o Brasil colonial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Para os amantes de Historia é um delicioso entretenimento!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;By Jana!&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/8406937507148811248-8790343150843248867?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8790343150843248867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=8790343150843248867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8790343150843248867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8790343150843248867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/pra-quem-gosta-de-historia.html' title='Pra quem gosta de Historia'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SaBS-meI87I/AAAAAAAAAvc/K7MWa4DTwqw/s72-c/rei.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-3817876401778695407</id><published>2009-02-19T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:52:41.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oraçao'/><title type='text'>Amém!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3GZKsheaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TDAseT1NCbA/s1600-h/Pregacoestudo_prega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304614071782439330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3GZKsheaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TDAseT1NCbA/s400/Pregacoestudo_prega.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Adicionar imagem" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-3817876401778695407?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3817876401778695407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3817876401778695407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3817876401778695407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3817876401778695407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/amem.html' title='Amém!'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3GZKsheaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TDAseT1NCbA/s72-c/Pregacoestudo_prega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6038627733933602043</id><published>2009-02-19T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:37:28.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSICAS'/><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3E9X13l3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/IKVl-BydQsQ/s1600-h/btterfly092.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304612494763333490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3E9X13l3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/IKVl-BydQsQ/s400/btterfly092.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nunca pense em desistir, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te aconselho a prosseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O tempo voa rapaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pegue seu sonho rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A melhor hora e o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É você quem faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Autoria:Cidade Negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-6038627733933602043?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6038627733933602043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6038627733933602043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6038627733933602043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6038627733933602043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3E9X13l3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/IKVl-BydQsQ/s72-c/btterfly092.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6044008412861923583</id><published>2009-02-19T16:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:41:27.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>Certezas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3DxIONZzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/vm7dKqZPET8/s1600-h/garfield_fifao_poema_la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304611184900400946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3DxIONZzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/vm7dKqZPET8/s400/garfield_fifao_poema_la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-6044008412861923583?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6044008412861923583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6044008412861923583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6044008412861923583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6044008412861923583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/certezas.html' title='Certezas!'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZ3DxIONZzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/vm7dKqZPET8/s72-c/garfield_fifao_poema_la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-3960842001920214498</id><published>2009-02-15T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:13:01.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Morar sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZgpbBpv8AI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Wh8bHdMjYY4/s1600-h/ga106.gif%26.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303034105505509378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZgpbBpv8AI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Wh8bHdMjYY4/s400/ga106.gif%26.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ooo coisa boa morar sozinho...poder encher a geladeira de bobagens (doce, cerveja, refrigerante, lazanha, mousse de maracuja...), comer apenas o que gosto!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Infelizmente, as coisas nao sao tao simples...principalmente para quem nao gosta de cozinhar, como eu! ... ja adotei uma regra ao meu cardapio: nada de janta...so lanche! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;O pior é que mesmo quando tentamos aderir a uma dieta saudavel com frutas e verduras ocorre o desperdicio, no meu caso, deixo de comprar alguns alimentos porque eles devem ser consumidos no maximo em tres dias...depois vao pro lixo! E olha que compro em pequena quantidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Outro ponto negativo daquela dieta calorica sao os quilinhos a mais na balança...ta duvidando experimenta consumir so o que te da na telha, tipo strognoff de frango com batata palha e e coca-cola, com direito a sorvete da Kibon de sobremesa...rsrs...aiaiaia....so me resta continuar as caminhadas, hidroginastisca, aerobica....aff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&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/8406937507148811248-3960842001920214498?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3960842001920214498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3960842001920214498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3960842001920214498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3960842001920214498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/morar-sozinho.html' title='Morar sozinho'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZgpbBpv8AI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Wh8bHdMjYY4/s72-c/ga106.gif%26.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5234970102185934641</id><published>2009-02-15T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:37:58.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'>Qual é o seu tempo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZgoW37ZglI/AAAAAAAAAus/CkU_Xjbq_nQ/s1600-h/j.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303032934664077906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZgoW37ZglI/AAAAAAAAAus/CkU_Xjbq_nQ/s400/j.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-5234970102185934641?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5234970102185934641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5234970102185934641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5234970102185934641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5234970102185934641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/qual-e-o-seu-tempo.html' title='Qual é o seu tempo?'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZgoW37ZglI/AAAAAAAAAus/CkU_Xjbq_nQ/s72-c/j.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5432444579973495092</id><published>2009-02-14T15:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:53:34.154-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Ufa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZcRt1HRzjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/k9mlv6FaYfw/s1600-h/ga096.jpgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302726565301440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZcRt1HRzjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/k9mlv6FaYfw/s400/ga096.jpgs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Assim como eu, acredito que a maioria dos professores reservam o sabado para faxina da casa, entre outras obrigaçoes relativas a casa e familia...entao fica aqui a minha observaçao: meus amigos e amigas voces nao estao sozinhos, compartilho desse calvario...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... depois de terminar o serviço ta rolando uma quimica tremeeeeeeenda entre mim , o sofa e a tv...rsrs...mas so vou me render a esses encantos depois de um banho beeeeeeeeeem demooooradooo....BOM FINAL DE SABADO A TODOS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-5432444579973495092?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5432444579973495092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5432444579973495092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5432444579973495092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5432444579973495092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/ufa.html' title='Ufa!'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZcRt1HRzjI/AAAAAAAAAuk/k9mlv6FaYfw/s72-c/ga096.jpgs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-9078445887724723517</id><published>2009-02-13T14:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:32:21.330-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASES'/><title type='text'>Na batalha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZWuLQT0XvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sZaqcgndD9o/s1600-h/1205076_gente_carla_perez_3gente___nacional_387_577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZWuLQT0XvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sZaqcgndD9o/s400/1205076_gente_carla_perez_3gente___nacional_387_577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302335644678512370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-9078445887724723517?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9078445887724723517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=9078445887724723517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/9078445887724723517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/9078445887724723517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-batalha.html' title='Na batalha'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZWuLQT0XvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sZaqcgndD9o/s72-c/1205076_gente_carla_perez_3gente___nacional_387_577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-529157607479276943</id><published>2009-02-13T13:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:57:00.042-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCADORES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA'/><title type='text'>Primeira semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZWi9I9N0wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CGOwQaVgark/s1600-h/btterfly090.gifn.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302323307558589186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZWi9I9N0wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CGOwQaVgark/s400/btterfly090.gifn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;m um pequeno balanço sobre a primeira semana de aula, posso dizer que alguns alunos voltaram com a corda toda, seja para estudar, como também existe aqueles que insistem em testar todas as regras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;Outro ponto a ser destacado é quantidade de alunos nas salas de aula, a superlotaçao, que muito me faz refletir sobre a qualidade no ensino, pois na atual conjuntura temos que ser super-herois para sanar tantos conflitos e necessidades que abrangem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;Como atender a duvida de cada um? E ao mesmo tempo, como transmitir prinicipios basicos de convivencia (direitos e deveres)?E aquele aluno serelepe(toda turma tem pelo menos um)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;.....seria simples apenas despejarmos o conteudo disciplinar, mas todo professor, principalmente os que trabalham com ensino fundamental, sabe que as coisas nao funcionam assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;Era tao mais facil no banco da Universidade, quando eu idealizava, era perfeito...rsrs...nao havia imprevistos, nem crianças, jovens e adultos com problemas pessoais...é, na teoria tudo era mais facil...se bem que naquela época a satisfaçao profissional também nao existia, agora a economica é uma luta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;No que depender de mim vou tentar levar para os meus alunos o meu melhor...e que Deus me ajude!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-529157607479276943?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/529157607479276943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=529157607479276943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/529157607479276943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/529157607479276943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/primeira-semana.html' title='Primeira semana'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SZWi9I9N0wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CGOwQaVgark/s72-c/btterfly090.gifn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1477687573827353382</id><published>2009-02-08T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:12:29.501-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASES'/><title type='text'>Confiança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SY7n-tHnZ9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/bxp5qGLaO7c/s1600-h/Biblicobiblico_for.gif%C3%A9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SY7b7kMKrFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/JuEdxcju93Q/s400/aulas.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300415627835124818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amanha inicia-se mais um ano letivo, tenho encontrado varios alunos em papelarias, os quais estao na compra de materiais escolares, as meninas em especial, desejam os cadernos e as canetas mais coloridos, de preferencia rosa e cheios de glitter....me perguntam se serei a prof. deles em 2009...e sobre minha cabeça começa a "pesar" algumas expectativas, e até um certo receio: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sera que vou dar conta de realizar o que me proponho? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Além do Estado, com quem trabalhar? Prefeitura ou Projovem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entao, me vem a torcida para que nao tenhamos greves, e que a equipe de trabalho, nas unidades escolares, seja coesa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Enfim desejo que 2009 seja de muito, muito, muito...sucesso para todos educandos e educadores!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SY7QuaCxxsI/AAAAAAAAAts/8g3dhMR_cmA/s72-c/0064.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-897401092718695066</id><published>2009-02-04T18:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:43:02.572-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSICAS'/><title type='text'>Mando no meu coraçao...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYoGLnGtjxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/_F069apDfCQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299054708100271890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYoGLnGtjxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/_F069apDfCQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Volta lá pro seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero mais sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no jogo da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mando no meu coracao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não preciso de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase que eu acreditei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em tudo que me falou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se faltou com a verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diga com sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que foi você que errou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase que eu acreditei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas promessas de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou sair da sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por favor não me persiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero essa dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volta lá pro seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero mais você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha vida foi te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não vou te enganar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Também posso te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volta lá pro seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero mais sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no jogo da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mando no meu coracao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não preciso de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Autoria: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/fernando-e-sorocaba/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FERNANDO E SOROCABA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8406937507148811248-897401092718695066?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/897401092718695066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYoFMWxN3iI/AAAAAAAAAtc/PKe5CkYKQvc/s72-c/comentabg6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-6316277892957679993</id><published>2009-02-03T21:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:16:31.334-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>Um dia você aprende que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYjsAN2LbhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pEa4R7fPHLs/s1600-h/sentido-da-vida-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYjsAN2LbhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pEa4R7fPHLs/s400/sentido-da-vida-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298744450062446098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pensa"&gt; &lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Depois de algum  tempo você aprende a diferença,&lt;br /&gt;a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e  acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa  apoiar-se,&lt;br /&gt;e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começa a  aprender que beijos não são contratos&lt;br /&gt;e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;e olhos  adiante, com a graça de um adulto&lt;br /&gt;e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje,&lt;br /&gt;porque o  terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos,&lt;br /&gt;e o futuro tem o costume  de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol  queima&lt;br /&gt;se ficar exposto por muito tempo. •.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende que não importa o  quanto você se importe,&lt;br /&gt;algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;ela vai feri-lo de  vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que falar pode  aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que se leva anos para se construir  confiança&lt;br /&gt;e apenas segundos para destruí-la,&lt;br /&gt;e que você pode fazer coisas  em um instante,&lt;br /&gt;das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende  que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer&lt;br /&gt;mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem você é na  vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram  escolher.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos&lt;br /&gt;se compreendemos que  os amigos mudam,&lt;br /&gt;percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer  coisa,&lt;br /&gt;ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas  com quem você mais se importa na vida&lt;br /&gt;são tomadas de você muito  depressa,&lt;br /&gt;por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos&lt;br /&gt;com  palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que as  circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós,&lt;br /&gt;mas nós somos  responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar  com os outros,&lt;br /&gt;mas com o melhor que você mesmo pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que  se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser,&lt;br /&gt;e que o tempo é  curto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde está  indo,&lt;br /&gt;mas se você não sabe para onde está indo,&lt;br /&gt;qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão,&lt;br /&gt;e que  ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade,&lt;br /&gt;pois não  importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação,&lt;br /&gt;sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário  fazer,&lt;br /&gt;enfrentando as conseqüências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que paciência requer  muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o  chute&lt;br /&gt;quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência&lt;br /&gt;que  se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas&lt;br /&gt;do que com quantos aniversários você  celebrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são  bobagens,&lt;br /&gt;poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;se ela  acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de  estar com raiva,&lt;br /&gt;mas isso não lhe dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre  que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer&lt;br /&gt;que ame, não significa  que esse alguém não o ama,&lt;br /&gt;pois existem pessoas que nos amam,&lt;br /&gt;mas  simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é  suficiente ser perdoado por alguém,&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes você tem que aprender a  perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que  julga,&lt;br /&gt;você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa  em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido,&lt;br /&gt;o mundo não pára para que você o  conserte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto,plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;br /&gt;ao invés de esperar que  alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode  suportar...&lt;br /&gt;que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais&lt;br /&gt;longe depois  de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor&lt;br /&gt;e  que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos  fazem perder o bem&lt;br /&gt;que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de  tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/William_Shakespeare/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-6316277892957679993?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6316277892957679993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=6316277892957679993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/6316277892957679993'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4943360546024351012</id><published>2009-02-01T16:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:38:01.305-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYX6CxW4zwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ToK1yEKnHT4/s1600-h/domingo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYX6CxW4zwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ToK1yEKnHT4/s400/domingo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297915462187273986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-4943360546024351012?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4943360546024351012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4943360546024351012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4943360546024351012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4943360546024351012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYX6CxW4zwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ToK1yEKnHT4/s72-c/domingo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-8366870400605302299</id><published>2009-02-01T15:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:47:59.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRONICAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARNALDO JABOR'/><title type='text'>EVITE SER TRAÍDO (Arnaldo Jabor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYX3ZQi3_VI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xHfFLaU8sfg/s1600-h/1975.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297912549981289810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYX3ZQi3_VI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xHfFLaU8sfg/s400/1975.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 237px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mulheres, uma verdade!  Para os homens, a realidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você deve estar perguntando porque Arnaldo  Jabor gastaria seu precioso tempo falando sobre isso. Entretanto, a aflição  masculina diante da traição vem me chamando a atenção a tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que  seria uma mulher moderna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A principio seria aquela que se ama acima de  tudo, que não perde ( e nem tem ) tempo com/para futilidades, é aquela que  trabalha porque acha que o trabalho engrandece, que é independente  sentimentalmente dos outros, que é corajosa,companheira,confidente e  amante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aquela que às vezes tem uma crise súbita de ciúmes mas que  não tem vergonha nenhuma de admitir que está errada e de correr pros seus  braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aquela que consegue ao mesmo tempo ser forte e meiga,  desarrumada e linda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, a mulher moderna é aquela que não tem medo  de nada nem de ninguém , olha a vida de frente, fala o que pensa e o que sente,  doa a quem doer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, após um processo 'investigatório' junto a essas  mulheres modernas, pude constatar o pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ SERÁ ( OU É ???) CORNO, ao  menos que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe uma mulher moderna insegura. Antigamente elas  choravam.Hoje elas simplesmente traem, sem dó nem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ache que  ela tem poderes adivinhatórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem de saber da sua boca – o quanto  você gosta dela. Qualquer duvida neste sentido poderá levar às conseqüências  expostas acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ache que é normal sair com os amigos(seja para beber,  pra jogar futebol) mais do que duas vezes por semana, três vezes então, é  assinar atestado de chifrudo. As mulheres modernas dificilmente andam implicando  com isso, entretanto, elas são categoricamente 'cheias de amor pra dar' e  precisam da presença masculina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for a sua meu amigo... Bem  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando disser que vai ligar, ligue, senão o risco dela ligar pra  aquele ex bom de cama é grandessíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaça-a sexualmente. Mas não  finja satisfazê-la. As mulheres modernas têm um pique absurdo em relação ao sexo  e, principalmente dos 30 aos 48 anos, elas pensam e querem sexo todos os  dias.(Pasmem, mas é a pura verdade...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, nem precisa dizer que se não  for com você.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lhe dê atenção. Mas principalmente faça com que ela  perceba isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garanhões mau (ou bem) intencionados sempre existem, e  estes quando querem são peritos em levar uma mulher às nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então,  leve-a você, afinal ela é sua ou não é ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem pense em provocar  ciuminhos vãos. Como pude constatar,mulher insegura é uma maquina colocadora de  chifres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em hipótese alguma deixe-a desconfiar do fato de você estar  saindo com outra. Essa mera suposição da parte delas dá ensejo ao um chifre tão  estrondoso que quando você acordar, meu amigo,já existirá alguém MUITO MAIS  comedor do que você... só que o prato principal, bem ...dessa vez é a sua  mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquele bonitão que você sabe que sairia com a sua mulher a  qualquer hora? Bem .. de repente a recíproca também pode ser verdadeira. Basta  ela, só por um segundo, achar que você merece ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você reparar...  já foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tente ao menos cansado. A mulher moderna, também trabalhou o dia  inteiro e, provavelmente, ainda tem fôlego para – como diziam os homens de  antigamente 'dar uma', para depois, virar de lado e simplesmente dormir  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volte a fazer coisas do começo da relação. Se quando começaram a sair  viviam se cruzando em baladas, se pegando em lugares inusitados, trocavam  e-mails ou telefonemas picantes, a chance dela gostar disso é muito grande, e a  de sentir falta disso então é imensa. A mulher moderna não pode sentir falta  dessas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senão... Bem amigos, aplica-se,finalmente, o tão famoso  jargão 'quem não dá assistência, abre concorrência e perde a preferência'  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste modo, se você está ao lado de uma mulher de quem realmente gosta  e tem plena consciência de que, atualmente o mercado não está pra peixe (falemos  de qualidade), pense bem antes de dar alguma dessas  mancadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proteja-a, ame-a, e principalmente, faça-a saber disso. Ela  vai pensar milhões de vezes antes de dar bola pra aquele 'bonitão' que vive  enchendo ela de olhares... e vai continuar, sem dúvidas, olhando só pra  você!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se dedica, se complica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz uma amiga:  MULHER NÃO TRAI, APENAS SE VINGA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-8366870400605302299?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8366870400605302299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=8366870400605302299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8366870400605302299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8366870400605302299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/evite-ser-traido-arnaldo-jabor.html' title='EVITE SER TRAÍDO (Arnaldo Jabor)'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYX3ZQi3_VI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xHfFLaU8sfg/s72-c/1975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4561559419837954510</id><published>2009-01-30T11:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:15:58.768-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>Meu Deus, me dê a coragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYMYj8h2S3I/AAAAAAAAAs8/rZaEsqpRBSM/s1600-h/rosa038.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297104592540420978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYMYj8h2S3I/AAAAAAAAAs8/rZaEsqpRBSM/s400/rosa038.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meu Deus, me dê a coragem de viver trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias e noites,todos vazios de Tua presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me dê a coragem de considerar esse vazio como uma plenitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça com que eu seja a Tua amante humilde, entrelaçada a Ti em êxtase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça com que eu possa falar com este vazio tremendo e receber como resposta o amor materno que nutre e embala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça com que eu tenha a coragem de Te amar,sem odiar as Tuas ofensas à minha alma e ao meu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça com que a solidão não me destrua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça com que minha solidão me sirva de companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça com que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça com que eu saiba ficar com o nada e mesmo assim me sentir como se estivesse plena de tudo.Receba em teus braços meu pecado de pensar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Autoria: Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-4561559419837954510?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4561559419837954510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4561559419837954510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4561559419837954510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4561559419837954510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-deus-me-de-coragem.html' title='Meu Deus, me dê a coragem'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SYMYj8h2S3I/AAAAAAAAAs8/rZaEsqpRBSM/s72-c/rosa038.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-1644285003808814917</id><published>2009-01-27T21:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:31:05.803-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SENTIMENTOS'/><title type='text'>Coraçao apertado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SX-mnLCkzkI/AAAAAAAAAss/0a3yb22B7Ag/s1600-h/coracao76.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SX-mnLCkzkI/AAAAAAAAAss/0a3yb22B7Ag/s400/coracao76.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296134878719692354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-1644285003808814917?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1644285003808814917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=1644285003808814917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1644285003808814917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/1644285003808814917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/coracao-apertado.html' title='Coraçao apertado'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SX-mnLCkzkI/AAAAAAAAAss/0a3yb22B7Ag/s72-c/coracao76.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-4128261191875090392</id><published>2009-01-27T20:33:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:12:37.861-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORIA'/><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SX-bVfhGMyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/51dLPvPugNk/s1600-h/obama8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296122480350868258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SX-bVfhGMyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/51dLPvPugNk/s400/obama8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;Acompanho com esperança e receio a historica eleiçao de B. Obama no Estados Unidos. Basta rever a historia norte americana para sentirmos um misto de alegria e apreensao, visto que as antigas colonias do sul se constituiram através da escravidao africana, algo que sustentou a discriminaçao racial e segregaçao, tao criticada por Luter King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;Obama representa a mudança, quem diria que teriamos um negro como presidente dos EUA? Sem duvida uma vitoria! Acho que o tom conciliador do novo presidente com os muçulmanos também pode ser um fator positivo nas relaçoes internacionais, em especial no Oriente. O fechamento de Guantanamo e flexibilidade, numa possivel postura, na emissao de gases poluentes nos enche de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;Contudo, Obama que no momento tem demonstrado fugir a regra de seus antecessores, seja pela etnia, gingado durante a posse, fisico....enfrenta a pior crise da historia mundial, desencadeada pela desastrosa politica de W. Bush, naquela deficiente administraçao que envolveu guerras, terrorismo, torturas..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;Nessas condiçoes, Obama tem um papel e fardo que podera marcar uma nova era mundial...e se é de praxe copiar o que acontece "la fora" espero que em breve, no Brasil, tenhamos mais do que os norte-americanos, mais do que um Obama, isto é, uma presidenta negra com competencia suficiente para demonstrar que nos também acreditamos na igualdade entre raças e generos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-4128261191875090392?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4128261191875090392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=4128261191875090392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4128261191875090392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/4128261191875090392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SX-bVfhGMyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/51dLPvPugNk/s72-c/obama8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-8887905495872528059</id><published>2009-01-25T13:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:06:47.332-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILMES'/><title type='text'>A cegueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXyUP88AwaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Pd8Te4eIr7I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295270263657644450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXyUP88AwaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Pd8Te4eIr7I/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;O filme "A cegueira" é baseado no livro de J. Saramago (Ensaio sobre a cegueira), considero um dos melhores livros que ja li...e assim como o livro o filme choca ao mostrar como a falta de compaixao, de humanidade, pode nos transformar em animais, no seu sentido mais sordido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Percebo na obra de Saramago  a critica, na forma de metafora, do mundo em que vivemos, o caos nas relaçoes entre as pessoas. De certa forma, é como se estivessemos cegos quando nao percebemos, ou ao ficarmos indiferentes, as injustiças, as desigualdades...como exemplos do filme lembro do ladrao que rouba o cego; o cego de "nascença" que rouba os outros cegos "temporarios"; as mulheres que sao obrigadas a manter relaçoes sexuais, ou melhor, que sao estupradas em troca de comida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Outro ponto que me chama a atençao é a diversidade de etnias coexistentes no filme....Fernando Meirelles esta se consagrando pela sensibilidade em captar nos detalhes o material ideal para a producao de excelentes filmes, que o diga O jardineiro fiel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Amei a atuaçao de Julianne Moore e do fantastico Gael García Bernal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Estou ansiosa para assistir linha de passe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&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/8406937507148811248-8887905495872528059?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8887905495872528059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=8887905495872528059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8887905495872528059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/8887905495872528059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/cegueira.html' title='A cegueira'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXyUP88AwaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Pd8Te4eIr7I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-7489985729651866943</id><published>2009-01-25T12:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:19:01.817-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>To a toa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXyQQLfOEDI/AAAAAAAAAsU/JIAke_87Loo/s1600-h/0059.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295265869516902450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXyQQLfOEDI/AAAAAAAAAsU/JIAke_87Loo/s400/0059.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-7489985729651866943?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7489985729651866943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=7489985729651866943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/7489985729651866943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/7489985729651866943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-toa.html' title='To a toa'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXyQQLfOEDI/AAAAAAAAAsU/JIAke_87Loo/s72-c/0059.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-3790531729711084753</id><published>2009-01-24T22:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:30:47.681-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FERIAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TURISMO'/><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXvWwDVxRjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/166N_ycRYPA/s1600-h/Imagem+610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295061907922830898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXvWwDVxRjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/166N_ycRYPA/s400/Imagem+610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXvOHjfnfVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/MZcOBojbaL8/s1600-h/Imagem+591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052416086408530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXvOHjfnfVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/MZcOBojbaL8/s400/Imagem+591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXvE4YQFb3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/sAvDMZviwds/s1600-h/Imagem+637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295042259765784434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXvE4YQFb3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/sAvDMZviwds/s400/Imagem+637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A viagem foi longa, sai de Mato Grosso, parei no Parana, uma semana em Santa Catarina...retornei ao Parana e finalmente estou no Mato Grosso...ufa!!! que férias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deu pra rever alguns amigos, a familia...ficar em paz, brigar com quem mereceu...descobri que estou mais forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2009 tem um sabor diferente porque me diz que esse ano sera ideal para conhecer novas pessoas, esquecer o que deu errado e principalmente ser feliz, pq mereço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora preciso dizer...to tao cansada...so quero ficar estirada no sofa...to pior que o gato Garfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que 2009 seja de muitas vitorias para todos nos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-3790531729711084753?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3790531729711084753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=3790531729711084753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3790531729711084753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/3790531729711084753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SXvWwDVxRjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/166N_ycRYPA/s72-c/Imagem+610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5633860483853126768</id><published>2008-12-17T20:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:28:13.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TURISMO'/><title type='text'>Viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUmTPtBtx1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/hwMM_r3Q2Ec/s1600-h/viagem%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280913936062728018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUmTPtBtx1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/hwMM_r3Q2Ec/s400/viagem%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Segundo Rubem Alves: "A saudade é a nossa alma dizendo para onde ela quer voltar" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sendo assim, nesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; semana retorno para junto da minha familia, amigos...minhas paixoes!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desejo a todos boas festas !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8406937507148811248-5633860483853126768?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5633860483853126768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5633860483853126768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5633860483853126768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5633860483853126768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/viagem.html' title='Viagem'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUmTPtBtx1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/hwMM_r3Q2Ec/s72-c/viagem%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5872909957849503280</id><published>2008-12-14T09:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:07:28.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUUDZj2c0PI/AAAAAAAAArs/QvPdf1AU9xQ/s1600-h/0081.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279629875817009394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUUDZj2c0PI/AAAAAAAAArs/QvPdf1AU9xQ/s400/0081.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-5872909957849503280?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5872909957849503280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5872909957849503280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5872909957849503280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5872909957849503280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUUDZj2c0PI/AAAAAAAAArs/QvPdf1AU9xQ/s72-c/0081.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-2145010154695396057</id><published>2008-12-13T09:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:06:15.132-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOVELAS'/><title type='text'>A favorita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOt8P4la1I/AAAAAAAAArk/8czlDXGIOPM/s1600-h/favorita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279254438775974738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOt8P4la1I/AAAAAAAAArk/8czlDXGIOPM/s400/favorita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ta insuportavel assistir essa novela e mesmo que a Flora morra (algo comum para os viloes nos finais das novelas tradicionais) nao consegui compreender qual o sentido dessa novela...mae que odeia a filha, vo que nao suporta neto, filha que mata o pai e que casa com homossexual para ficar rica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Viloes que se dao bem a todo momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amor antigo igual a frustraçao eterna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Acho que o autor dessa novela se perdeu...uma trama sem pé nem cabeça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;um trio de viloes psicopatas e uma "mocinha" que nao para de chorar...parece novela mexicana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nao vejo a hora desta novela acabar e esperar que pelo menos no final esse quadro mude, porque tem autor que gosta tanto do tragico que até no final o vilao se da bem (que o diga a novela anterior: duas caras, onde Marconi acabou num lugar paradisiaco), um retrato do nosso Brasil, em que tudo acaba em pizza, ou melhor, em sombra e agua fresca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;By Jana&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/8406937507148811248-2145010154695396057?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2145010154695396057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=2145010154695396057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/2145010154695396057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/2145010154695396057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorita.html' title='A favorita'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOt8P4la1I/AAAAAAAAArk/8czlDXGIOPM/s72-c/favorita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5800115422125366750</id><published>2008-12-13T09:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:49.628-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEXTOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCADORES'/><title type='text'>A complicada arte de ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOpg7I3fnI/AAAAAAAAArc/0G2KEiHsiTs/s1600-h/beija--flor-3182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279249571304144498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOpg7I3fnI/AAAAAAAAArc/0G2KEiHsiTs/s400/beija--flor-3182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ela entrou, deitou-se no divã e disse: "Acho que estou ficando louca". Eu fiquei em silêncio aguardando que ela me revelasse os sinais da sua loucura. "Um dos meus prazeres é cozinhar. Vou para a cozinha, corto as cebolas, os tomates, os pimentões - é uma alegria! Entretanto, faz uns dias, eu fui para a cozinha para fazer aquilo que já fizera centenas de vezes: cortar cebolas. Ato banal sem surpresas. Mas, cortada a cebola, eu olhei para ela e tive um susto. Percebi que nunca havia visto uma cebola. Aqueles anéis perfeitamente ajustados, a luz se refletindo neles: tive a impressão de estar vendo a rosácea de um vitral de catedral gótica. De repente, a cebola, de objeto a ser comido, se transformou em obra de arte para ser vista! E o pior é que o mesmo aconteceu quando cortei os tomates, os pimentões... Agora, tudo o que vejo me causa espanto."Ela se calou, esperando o meu diagnóstico. Eu me levantei, fui à estante de livros e de lá retirei as "Odes Elementales", de Pablo Neruda. Procurei a "Ode à Cebola" e lhe disse: "Essa perturbação ocular que a acometeu é comum entre os poetas. Veja o que Neruda disse de uma cebola igual àquela que lhe causou assombro: 'Rosa de água com escamas de cristal'. Não, você não está louca. Você ganhou olhos de poeta... Os poetas ensinam a ver".Ver é muito complicado. Isso é estranho porque os olhos, de todos os órgãos dos sentidos, são os de mais fácil compreensão científica. A sua física é idêntica à física óptica de uma máquina fotográfica: o objeto do lado de fora aparece refletido do lado de dentro. Mas existe algo na visão que não pertence à física.William Blake sabia disso e afirmou: "A árvore que o sábio vê não é a mesma árvore que o tolo vê". Sei disso por experiência própria. Quando vejo os ipês floridos, sinto-me como Moisés diante da sarça ardente: ali está uma epifania do sagrado. Mas uma mulher que vivia perto da minha casa decretou a morte de um ipê que florescia à frente de sua casa porque ele sujava o chão, dava muito trabalho para a sua vassoura. Seus olhos não viam a beleza. Só viam o lixo.Adélia Prado disse: "Deus de vez em quando me tira a poesia. Olho para uma pedra e vejo uma pedra". Drummond viu uma pedra e não viu uma pedra. A pedra que ele viu virou poema.Há muitas pessoas de visão perfeita que nada vêem. "Não é bastante não ser cego para ver as árvores e as flores. Não basta abrir a janela para ver os campos e os rios", escreveu Alberto Caeiro, heterônimo de Fernando Pessoa. O ato de ver não é coisa natural. Precisa ser aprendido. Nietzsche sabia disso e afirmou que a primeira tarefa da educação é ensinar a ver. O zen-budismo concorda, e toda a sua espiritualidade é uma busca da experiência chamada "satori", a abertura do "terceiro olho". Não sei se Cummings se inspirava no zen-budismo, mas o fato é que escreveu: "Agora os ouvidos dos meus ouvidos acordaram e agora os olhos dos meus olhos se abriram".&lt;br /&gt;Há um poema no Novo Testamento que relata a caminhada de dois discípulos na companhia de Jesus ressuscitado. Mas eles não o reconheciam. Reconheceram-no subitamente: ao partir do pão, "seus olhos se abriram". Vinicius de Moraes adota o mesmo mote em "Operário em Construção": "De forma que, certo dia, à mesa ao cortar o pão, o operário foi tomado de uma súbita emoção, ao constatar assombrado que tudo naquela mesa - garrafa, prato, facão - era ele quem fazia. Ele, um humilde operário, um operário em construção".A diferença se encontra no lugar onde os olhos são guardados. Se os olhos estão na caixa de ferramentas, eles são apenas ferramentas que usamos por sua função prática. Com eles vemos objetos, sinais luminosos, nomes de ruas - e ajustamos a nossa ação. O ver se subordina ao fazer. Isso é necessário. Mas é muito pobre. Os olhos não gozam... Mas, quando os olhos estão na caixa dos brinquedos, eles se transformam em órgãos de prazer: brincam com o que vêem, olham pelo prazer de olhar, querem fazer amor com o mundo.Os olhos que moram na caixa de ferramentas são os olhos dos adultos. Os olhos que moram na caixa dos brinquedos, das crianças. Para ter olhos brincalhões, é preciso ter as crianças por nossas mestras. Alberto Caeiro disse haver aprendido a arte de ver com um menininho, Jesus Cristo fugido do céu, tornado outra vez criança, eternamente: "A mim, ensinou-me tudo. Ensinou-me a olhar para as coisas. Aponta-me todas as coisas que há nas flores. Mostra-me como as pedras são engraçadas quando a gente as têm na mão e olha devagar para elas".Por isso - porque eu acho que a primeira função da educação é ensinar a ver - eu gostaria de sugerir que se criasse um novo tipo de professor, um professor que nada teria a ensinar, mas que se dedicaria a apontar os assombros que crescem nos desvãos da banalidade cotidiana. Como o Jesus menino do poema de Caeiro. Sua missão seria partejar "olhos vagabundos"...&lt;br /&gt;O texto acima foi extraído da seção "Sinapse", jornal "Folha de S.Paulo", versão on line, publicado em 26/10/2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Autoria: Rubem Alves&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/8406937507148811248-5800115422125366750?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5800115422125366750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5800115422125366750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5800115422125366750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5800115422125366750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/complicada-arte-de-ver.html' title='A complicada arte de ver'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOpg7I3fnI/AAAAAAAAArc/0G2KEiHsiTs/s72-c/beija--flor-3182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5226168655241475334</id><published>2008-12-13T09:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:19:35.475-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>Tu Tens um Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOoFs2vemI/AAAAAAAAArU/bp58QV02VOw/s1600-h/Medo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279248004101929570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOoFs2vemI/AAAAAAAAArU/bp58QV02VOw/s400/Medo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Acabar. Não vês que acabas todo o dia. Que morres no amor. Na tristeza. Na dúvida. No desejo. Que te renovas todo dia. No amor. Na tristeza Na dúvida. No desejo. Que és sempre outro. Que és sempre o mesmo. Que morrerás por idades imensas. Até não teres medo de morrer. E então serás eterno. Não ames como os homens amam. Não ames com amor. Ama sem amor. Ama sem querer. Ama sem sentir. Ama como se fosses outro. Como se fosses amar. Sem esperar. Tão separado do que ama, em ti, Que não te inquiete Se o amor leva à felicidade, Se leva à morte, Se leva a algum destino. Se te leva. E se vai, ele mesmo... Não faças de ti Um sonho a realizar. Vai. Sem caminho marcado. Tu és o de todos os caminhos. Sê apenas uma presença. Invisível presença silenciosa. Todas as coisas esperam a luz, Sem dizerem que a esperam. Sem saberem que existe. Todas as coisas esperarão por ti, Sem te falarem. Sem lhes falares. Sê o que renuncia Altamente: Sem tristeza da tua renúncia! Sem orgulho da tua renúncia! Abre as tuas mãos sobre o infinito. E não deixes ficar de ti Nem esse último gesto! O que tu viste amargo, Doloroso, Difícil, O que tu viste inútil Foi o que viram os teus olhos Humanos, Esquecidos... Enganados... No momento da tua renúncia Estende sobre a vida Os teus olhos E tu verás o que vias: Mas tu verás melhor... ... E tudo que era efêmero se desfez. E ficaste só tu, que é eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Autoria: Cecilia Meirelles&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/8406937507148811248-5226168655241475334?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5226168655241475334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5226168655241475334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5226168655241475334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5226168655241475334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-tens-um-medo.html' title='Tu Tens um Medo'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUOoFs2vemI/AAAAAAAAArU/bp58QV02VOw/s72-c/Medo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-7825388726602400484</id><published>2008-12-11T20:37:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:02:04.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORIA'/><title type='text'>Resquicios da ditadura militar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUGnsT01PGI/AAAAAAAAArM/xLpHkmPnhXc/s1600-h/JO%25C3%2583O%2BROBERTO%2BSOARES%2B%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278684617932880994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUGnsT01PGI/AAAAAAAAArM/xLpHkmPnhXc/s400/JO%25C3%2583O%2BROBERTO%2BSOARES%2B%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUGnQiZrocI/AAAAAAAAArE/hbrS8cci3mc/s1600-h/1535103623_fff2bb1bfd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278684140809200066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUGnQiZrocI/AAAAAAAAArE/hbrS8cci3mc/s400/1535103623_fff2bb1bfd_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUGmQqtFTII/AAAAAAAAAq8/uVviHkEZ9-Y/s1600-h/Policiais%2Bpersegue%2Be%2Bespanca%2Bmanifestante%2Bcontr%25C3%2583%25C2%25A1rio%2B%25C3%2583%25C2%25A0%2Bditadura%2Bmilitar%2Bno%2BBrasil%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278683043526429826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUGmQqtFTII/AAAAAAAAAq8/uVviHkEZ9-Y/s400/Policiais%2Bpersegue%2Be%2Bespanca%2Bmanifestante%2Bcontr%25C3%2583%25C2%25A1rio%2B%25C3%2583%25C2%25A0%2Bditadura%2Bmilitar%2Bno%2BBrasil%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nao é de hoje que a "nossa policia" tem por regra bater, matar...e depois perguntar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Açao preventiva? Despreparo? Por que tanta truculencia? é o sistema que (de)forma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um bom retrato dos "profissionais da (in)segurança" é o filme Tropa de Elite, talvez por isso o sucesso do mesmo, nele visualizamos os mesmos métodos da ditadura militar...dificil nao correlacionar os fatos, quando vemos por exemplo o saco plastico na cabeça do suspeito, no geral o pobre, e de preferencia o favelado...e o que pensar da ameça do cabo de vassoura no anus de outros suspeitos no filme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nem de longe pretendo fazer a defesa de traficantes, criminosos...mas, fico me perguntando, a partir de tudo que acompanho nos telejornais, principalmente com o caso do menino Joao Pedro, quem é pior? Policia ou ladrao? Ambos matam inocentes, perderam o senso de humanidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como dizer que nao houve intençao de matar diante de um carro atingido por 16 tiros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Essa foi uma historia que veio a tona sem possibilidades de plantar provas falsas, ja que no carro havia apenas crianças e uma mulher que sobreviveu pra contar a historia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas e se fosse um jovem negro, favelado...? e se o perfil da vitima fosse outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sera que independente da culpa ele seria encontrado vivo? ou morto com armas e drogas? Embora a familia e a comunidade advogasse que se tratava de um rapaz de bem, trabalhor e pai de familia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Enfim, esta cada dia mais dificil acreditar na policia, na justiça brasileira(que absolveu o policial)...so nos resta se apegar com Deus e salve-se quem puder!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;By Jana&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-7825388726602400484?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7825388726602400484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=7825388726602400484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/7825388726602400484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/7825388726602400484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/resquicios-da-ditadura-militar.html' title='Resquicios da ditadura militar'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUGnsT01PGI/AAAAAAAAArM/xLpHkmPnhXc/s72-c/JO%25C3%2583O%2BROBERTO%2BSOARES%2B%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-215145143569521960</id><published>2008-12-11T10:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:39:21.076-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASES'/><title type='text'>Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SUEXk5KhedI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_SEMqy5tJ-0/s1600-h/Felicidade_579021972_0095.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278526160842619346" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST_6Qa6HkfI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nc7rQVt6Vw8/s400/foto-gramado-403x269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quem conhece a Universidade de Londrina sabe que ela possui um dos campus mais lindos, é o chafariz da cidade, pois atrai candidatos do Brasil inteiro, além de ser considerada uma das melhores...que me lembro conceito A em medicina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou londrinense, graduada em 2006 na UEL, a qual me deu aportes teoricos para passar com tranquilidade nos concursos da minha area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..assisti atonita a algazarra relizada por alguns alunos de medicina no Hospital Universitario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..inresponsaveis que envergonham profissionais da saude, da educaçao, londrinenses, isto é, pessoalmente,como professora, ex-aluna desta instituiçao, e londrinense me sinto triplamente envergonhada com o papelao apresentado no Jornal Hoje, dia 09 e 10 de dez., onde esses "quase formados" entraram no HU soltando fogos no patio, desrespeitando os doentes...sao animais, que nao aprenderam nada!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...nao gostaria de ser atendida por esses barbaros, que demonstraram nao ter condiçoes de atuar na profissao mais bonita e digna, a medicina, em que exige-se humanidade, responsabilidade, respeito, ética, moral....fica aqui o meu repudio a todos os filhinhos de papai, pseudo-médicos da uel 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By Jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-527099597530793638?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/527099597530793638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=527099597530793638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/527099597530793638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/527099597530793638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/papelao-na-uel.html' title='Papelao na UEL'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST_6Qa6HkfI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nc7rQVt6Vw8/s72-c/foto-gramado-403x269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5064060440933473260</id><published>2008-12-08T20:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:31:34.332-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST2tWQ9QKYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/rJ4h1ueo4j0/s1600-h/Felicidade_1376302487_0094.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277564936368695682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST2tWQ9QKYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/rJ4h1ueo4j0/s400/Felicidade_1376302487_0094.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-5064060440933473260?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5064060440933473260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5064060440933473260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5064060440933473260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5064060440933473260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliciddade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST2tWQ9QKYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/rJ4h1ueo4j0/s72-c/Felicidade_1376302487_0094.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5139087342917449191</id><published>2008-12-08T12:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:19:40.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUCADORES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA'/><title type='text'>CEFAPRO/ MATO GROSSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST04oiJp5jI/AAAAAAAAAqU/YTNb3WRnySM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277436607361312306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST04oiJp5jI/AAAAAAAAAqU/YTNb3WRnySM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ontem aconteceu a primeira etapa (prova escrita) do processo seletivo para professores formadores, e o tema sorteado pela Unemat foi Formaçao de professores: abordagem teorica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Os centros de formaçao contínua sao imprenscindiveis para o desenvolvimento dos professores, pois amplia aportes teoricos, ao mesmo tempo que auxilia na sua aplicabilidade em sala de aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Boa sorte a todos os candidatos!!!! Espero que a profissionalizacao na educaçao se estenda a todas as escolas do Brasil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By Jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406937507148811248-5139087342917449191?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5139087342917449191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5139087342917449191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5139087342917449191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5139087342917449191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/cefapro-mato-grosso.html' title='CEFAPRO/ MATO GROSSO'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/ST04oiJp5jI/AAAAAAAAAqU/YTNb3WRnySM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-5960601918498325582</id><published>2008-12-01T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:41:44.108-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>Assim eu vejo a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STSfJKzDbRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JmxBsPsFPyk/s1600-h/Anjos_1054975427_003anjos054.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275016043423821074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STSfJKzDbRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JmxBsPsFPyk/s400/Anjos_1054975427_003anjos054.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A vida tem duas faces:Positiva e negativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O passado foi duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mas deixou o seu legado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saber viver é a grande sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que eu possa dignificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Minha condição de mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aceitar suas limitações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E me fazer pedra de segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dos valores que vão desmoronando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nasci em tempos rudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aceitei contradições &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lutas e pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;como lições de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e delas me sirvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aprendi a viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Autoria: Cora Coralina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8406937507148811248-5960601918498325582?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5960601918498325582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=5960601918498325582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5960601918498325582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/5960601918498325582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/assim-eu-vejo-vida.html' title='Assim eu vejo a vida'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STSfJKzDbRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JmxBsPsFPyk/s72-c/Anjos_1054975427_003anjos054.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-187390425068133443</id><published>2008-11-30T18:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:51:58.736-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAGENS'/><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STMKiH-Tc9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hkuBlDKawIc/s1600-h/domingo071.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274571169953182674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STMKiH-Tc9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hkuBlDKawIc/s400/domingo071.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STMKiH-Tc9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hkuBlDKawIc/s1600-h/domingo071.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STMKIFYf8DI/AAAAAAAAAp8/vaiY2i3TRyM/s1600-h/poe.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8406937507148811248-187390425068133443?l=janahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/187390425068133443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406937507148811248&amp;postID=187390425068133443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/187390425068133443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406937507148811248/posts/default/187390425068133443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/domingo_30.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>MULHER DE FASES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09841141535211802699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/SHSwB77Nc-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/POcTpvSyPy4/S220/Imagem+065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STMKiH-Tc9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hkuBlDKawIc/s72-c/domingo071.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406937507148811248.post-2793894560175105590</id><published>2008-11-30T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:38:00.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIAS'/><title type='text'>A força da saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzZ0EqNmHVY/STMHkdHyOhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WyHIzc14jwM/s1600-h/forca-saudade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274567911454947858" style="DISPLAY: block; 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