<?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-4005241339744368038</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:23:10.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas, jardins e outras realidades ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-8699689533570437441</id><published>2010-05-19T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:20:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma paz dentre as brumas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S_SJTtH_JeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ik9T8fs0zmQ/s1600/morgana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473150418785609186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S_SJTtH_JeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ik9T8fs0zmQ/s320/morgana1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Já apreciei muito a ferveção, muito mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nunca pensei que fosse dizer isto, mas tenho que confessar: amo, atualmente ficar sozinha, em casa e em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sem grande agitos, sem preparativos para baladas, bom mesmo é roupa confortável, silencio, solidão, bons livros e coisas interessantes na net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Descobri livros inteiros na net. Um instantinho de download e lá vou eu ao encontro de textos bacanas e significativos, pelo menos para mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Um exemplo disto é Brumas de Avalon de Marion Zimmer Bradley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nos anos 90 tive muita vontade de lê-los, porque muitas e muitos, junto a mim, o fizeram naquela época, mas naquela época não deu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Agora, uma década depois, cá estou eu não mais folheando a obra, mas rolando a barra do computador a desfrutar dos encontros e desencontros das sacerdotisas de Avalon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Eu, particularmente, adorei o filme. Achei-o belo e elegante. Embora muitos tenham feito críticas à época de seu lançamento, eu gostei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;e gosto ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;O livro comecei há pouco, não posso ainda fazer um julgamento adequado, mas de qualquer sorte, tem sido uma bela companhia destes momentos cuja única vontade é ficar entre as brumas da tranquilidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-8699689533570437441?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/8699689533570437441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=8699689533570437441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/8699689533570437441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/8699689533570437441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-paz-dentre-as-brumas.html' title='Uma paz dentre as brumas ...'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S_SJTtH_JeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ik9T8fs0zmQ/s72-c/morgana1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-6050693900998315031</id><published>2010-05-09T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:41:15.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia das mães ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-covoJU_7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/JukjBho88vE/s1600/Rchi_agua_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469385071160262578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-covoJU_7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/JukjBho88vE/s320/Rchi_agua_azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;De volta à casa, neste Dia das mães ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;é hora de regresso, faxina e reciclagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Feliz da vida ... é hora de maternar este espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Um beijinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-6050693900998315031?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/6050693900998315031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=6050693900998315031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6050693900998315031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6050693900998315031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-por-estar-de-volta.html' title='Um dia das mães ...'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-covoJU_7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/JukjBho88vE/s72-c/Rchi_agua_azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-8637142900566418036</id><published>2009-08-23T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:51:04.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz semana para vc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SpGqsma4ivI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GY1WwSgf_QY/s1600-h/campo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373263513633983218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SpGqsma4ivI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GY1WwSgf_QY/s320/campo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma semana que se inicia. Ainda não coloquei o projeto de retorno a este jardim como deveria fazê-lo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso deixar de procrastinar e cultivar melhor as idéias neste espaço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De qualquer sorte, vim deixar um beijinho para quem aparecer por aqui e aproveito para desejar uma ótima semana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo de bom! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-8637142900566418036?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/8637142900566418036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=8637142900566418036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/8637142900566418036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/8637142900566418036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz-semana-para-vc.html' title='Feliz semana para vc'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SpGqsma4ivI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GY1WwSgf_QY/s72-c/campo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-2755534773865438768</id><published>2009-07-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:17:28.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/Smz-gQo4IlI/AAAAAAAAAME/c8pti3AdkdU/s1600-h/cally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362941086467105362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/Smz-gQo4IlI/AAAAAAAAAME/c8pti3AdkdU/s320/cally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandonei este espaço, mas senti vontade de reativá-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A imagem ao lado foi presente de uma amiga, querida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo para todos uma excelente semana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijinho e tudo de bom!&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-2755534773865438768?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/2755534773865438768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=2755534773865438768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2755534773865438768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2755534773865438768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/07/retorno.html' title='Retorno'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/Smz-gQo4IlI/AAAAAAAAAME/c8pti3AdkdU/s72-c/cally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-1346499967080688675</id><published>2008-12-19T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:06:34.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal: consumo e irresponsabilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SU6hLQAtijI/AAAAAAAAALU/uriweyXRHMQ/s1600-h/paismiseravel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282336627600755250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SU6hLQAtijI/AAAAAAAAALU/uriweyXRHMQ/s320/paismiseravel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpem-se os apreciadores da data, mas, particularmente, eu não gosto do Natal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para mim (e para outros tantos, eu bem sei) trata-se de festa, atualmente, muito desvirtuada. Os propósitos relativos aos momentos de confraternização foram substituídos por muito consumo desenfreado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivemos uma época de profundos desequilibrios no planeta. Poucas nações muito ricas e um grande números de outras muito pobres. Muita gente submetida à exclusão de direitos básicos para qualquer ser humano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na seara da ecologia, estamos à beira de um colapso e mesmo assim as providências necessárias para conter o desequilibrio não foram tomadas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste sentido, estamos diante de um binômio perigoso: Consumo demasiado e produção focada principalmente no lucro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para muitos a festa tb é melancólica, pois, um outro aspecto delicado do Natal é a exarcebação da solidão. Apesar de, graças a Deus, não ser este o meu caso, entendo o quanto estas datas afetam as pessoas desprovidas da companhia de seus entes queridos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Enquanto muitos celebram com consumo, outros tantos vivenciam o afastamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim, esperemos o Natal passar ... de qualquer sorte ...vamos sobreviver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em tempo:&lt;/strong&gt; Uma dica imperdível para o Natal é assistir ao filme "O Estranho mundo de Jack" (The Nightmare Before Christmas), uma animação para adultos cujo objetivo é promover a discussão axiológica das tradições e o quanto nos auto-centramos nelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-1346499967080688675?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/1346499967080688675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=1346499967080688675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/1346499967080688675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/1346499967080688675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-consumo-e-irresponsabilidade.html' title='Natal: consumo e irresponsabilidade'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SU6hLQAtijI/AAAAAAAAALU/uriweyXRHMQ/s72-c/paismiseravel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-1505125495399834333</id><published>2008-11-18T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:42:48.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Viver ultrapassa todo entendimento": Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SSK18NWJx9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/TvERocDaOeg/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269974559956256722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SSK18NWJx9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/TvERocDaOeg/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem vi Obama na TV. Parecia estar alguns anos mais velho, deste a sua bela vitória, há menos de duas semanas. Fisionomia exausta, alguns cabelos brancos novos aparecendo e com uma expressão de quem não dorme há algumas noites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha admiração, por ele, cresceu muito depois disto. Lembrei-me de Bush com seu eterno sorriso vazio e de outros tantos políticos sorrindo e sorrindo diante do caos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O trabalho será imenso, insanamente imenso. Todos(as) nós sabíamos disto. Acontece que saber é uma coisa, sentir é bem diferente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realmente, como diria Clarice (olha a intimidade!) " viver ultrapassa todo o entendimento".&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-1505125495399834333?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/1505125495399834333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=1505125495399834333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/1505125495399834333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/1505125495399834333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/11/viver-ultrapassa-todo-entendimento.html' title='&quot;Viver ultrapassa todo entendimento&quot;: Obama'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SSK18NWJx9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/TvERocDaOeg/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-35616243170763706</id><published>2008-11-06T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:52:12.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além da "feroz urgência do agora": Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SRNVk3BteHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KGn2gGC7Ht4/s1600-h/barack.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265646481061017714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SRNVk3BteHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KGn2gGC7Ht4/s320/barack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assistimos nestes últimos dois dias a História reinventar-se primorosamente - Barack Obama venceu as eleições dos Estados Unidos da América. Para os mais conservadores e reacionários um fato desta ordem soa como algo relativo aos fins dos tempos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E estão certos. A vitória de Obama representa um avanço democrático fundamental para a consolidação dos ideais concernentes à justiça social e à igualdade de direitos entre cidadãos e cidadãs, sejam eles ricos(as), pobres, negros(as) ou brancos(as).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com um discurso bastante moderado, define-se Barack Obama enquanto candidato (agora presidente) supra-racial [ou supra-étnico?]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando na teia das representações simbólicas que podem ser geradas a partir deste momento, as garotas norte-americanas e outras tantas, por certo, terão uma referencia feminina bastante distinta da grande maioria de primeiras-damas desta nação. Michelle Obama é uma advogada respeitada, bem remunerada, que com suas posturas firmes e coerentes venceu uma série de preconceitos e alcançou o patamar da respeitabilidade social e profissional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O novo presidente dos EUA receberá uma nação em profunda crise econômica com coleções de problemas sociais e deverá perder muitas e muitas horas de sono para tentar equilibrar, juntamente com sua equipe e colaboradores, uma série de forças políticas complexas e antagônicas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O novo presidente dos EUA, com sua coragem e determinação, traz à visibilidade histórica toda uma população preterida pelos poderes públicos há muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Seguem palavras do próprio Obama para pensarmos um pouquinho mais sobre este momento tão importante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Anunciei que disputaria a eleição por conta daquilo que Martin Luther King definiu como 'a feroz urgência do agora'. O momento é agora. Não quero passar os próximos 4, 8 ou 12 anos assistindo às mesmas discussões, travadas da mesma maneira e com a mesma falta de resultados. Não quero opôr os conservadores aos liberais, quero liderar os Estados Unidos da América...(...)Em cada momento histórico surgiu uma geração capaz de se erguer e imaginar algo de melhor para este país, uma geração disposta a lutar e a se sacrificar pelas próximas gerações. Agora chegou a nossa vez de lutar.Foi por isso que decidi disputar a candidatura. Não só porque eu tenho confiança na minha capacidade de liderar o país, mas porque tenho confiança em vocês...(...)Confio em que vocês sintam nos vossos corações a necessidade de agir de um modo melhor. Prometo-vos que se decidirem unir a mim, eu garanto: não só venceremos uma eleição mas mudaremos a face deste país.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fonte: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://arte-de-opinar.blogspot.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;arte-de-opinar.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-35616243170763706?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/35616243170763706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=35616243170763706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/35616243170763706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/35616243170763706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-alm-da-feroz-urgncia-do-agora.html' title='Para além da &quot;feroz urgência do agora&quot;: Obama'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SRNVk3BteHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KGn2gGC7Ht4/s72-c/barack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-6589265634465837231</id><published>2008-11-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:18:59.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lenda II: o níver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SQzNk6mLGKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QDTAex5117E/s1600-h/mini%20bolo%20chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263808098577619106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SQzNk6mLGKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QDTAex5117E/s320/mini%2520bolo%2520chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reza a já conhecida lenda que ele é de escorpião. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logo na chegada do mês de novembro nós comemoramos o seu aniversário.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim vai ele completando mais um ciclo, junto às suas amigas e aos seus amigos que tanto lhe querem bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ele todas as felicidades neste dia e em todos os demais: Saúde, Luz, Paz, Prosperidade e muito, muito Amor mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Muitos beijinhos para vc fm-fm. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anarebolosartisticos.blogger.com.br/2007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.anarebolosartisticos.blogger.com.br/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-6589265634465837231?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/6589265634465837231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=6589265634465837231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6589265634465837231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6589265634465837231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/11/lenda-ii-o-niver.html' title='A Lenda II: o níver!'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SQzNk6mLGKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QDTAex5117E/s72-c/mini%2520bolo%2520chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-2853478899643282625</id><published>2008-10-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:55:23.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de partir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SP5MyqpFHXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x0GJZ-Z9QsQ/s1600-h/bucketlist_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259725848139079026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SP5MyqpFHXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x0GJZ-Z9QsQ/s320/bucketlist_1.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;"Edward Cole (Jack Nicholson) e Carter Chambers (Morgan Freeman) são dois homens com câncer em estágio terminal, que fogem do hospital e põem os pés na estrada com uma lista de coisas que gostariam de fazer antes de morrer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;www.interfilmes.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Para quem gosta de interpretações memoráveis, segue a dica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-2853478899643282625?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/2853478899643282625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=2853478899643282625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2853478899643282625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2853478899643282625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/10/antes-de-partir.html' title='Antes de partir'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SP5MyqpFHXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x0GJZ-Z9QsQ/s72-c/bucketlist_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-3529722390018752452</id><published>2008-10-16T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:57:35.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijinho para Cris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPeNYmiJg0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FgVvhWeCIaQ/s1600-h/fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257826543778497346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPeNYmiJg0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FgVvhWeCIaQ/s320/fc.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pedi ajuda para mudança do template e logo obtive o auxílio luxuoso da Cris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Minha amiga "preparou" carinhosamente três imagens de Monet e entre elas optei pela que vemos acima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Escolhi as flores ao lado para agradecer e deixar u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;m beijinho para vc, minha querida :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-3529722390018752452?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3529722390018752452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=3529722390018752452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3529722390018752452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3529722390018752452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/10/beijinho-para-cris.html' title='Beijinho para Cris'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPeNYmiJg0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FgVvhWeCIaQ/s72-c/fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-6164246745985333348</id><published>2008-10-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:53:36.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança de template</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTxpVulOQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XoWHdVe87dg/s1600-h/branding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257092357557664002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTxpVulOQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XoWHdVe87dg/s320/branding.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Minhas (eus) queridas(os),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O &lt;/em&gt;Estrelas&lt;em&gt; resolveu fazer uma reforminha básica. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como desconheço a maior parte das possibilidades em relação à mudança do template, gostaria de contar com a colaboração das(os) amigas(os) com sugestões e dicas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Enquanto aguardo fico neste modelito básico que, aliás, é bastante interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijo para todo mundo &lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-6164246745985333348?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/6164246745985333348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=6164246745985333348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6164246745985333348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6164246745985333348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/10/mudana-de-template.html' title='Mudança de template'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTxpVulOQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XoWHdVe87dg/s72-c/branding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-2503194019640282578</id><published>2008-10-14T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:54:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob o olhar do mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTqblF42nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mv-wKYzj8DE/s1600-h/g_sob%20o%20olhar%20do%20mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257084424582388338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTqblF42nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mv-wKYzj8DE/s320/g_sob%2520o%2520olhar%2520do%2520mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive a oportunidade de assistir, neste final de semana, à última estoria de amor de Akira Kurosawa - &lt;strong&gt;Sob o olhar do mar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mestre Kuroswa, mais uma vez, com sua delicadeza, constroi - a partir de um prostíbulo - uma visão da sociedade japonesa no final do século XIX destacando, principalmente, seus valores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;O mar na condição de veículo de renovação é evocado e a partir de sua ação a mensagem do filme é ampliada e passa a não mais falar apenas dos costumes daquela sociedade, mas a discutir valores comuns às sociedades, de uma forma em geral: solidariedade, fraternidade, autruísmo e as prioridades existenciais de homens e mulheres deste planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;A belíssima fotografia coroa a delicadeza da linguagem deste filme lançado postumamente, uma vez que o cineasta japonês não conseguiu filmá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mais uma vez o mestre de Rapsódia em Agosto, Ran e Os Sete Samurais nos brinda com uma obra tocante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-2503194019640282578?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/2503194019640282578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=2503194019640282578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2503194019640282578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2503194019640282578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/10/sob-o-olhar-do-mar.html' title='Sob o olhar do mar'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTqblF42nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mv-wKYzj8DE/s72-c/g_sob%2520o%2520olhar%2520do%2520mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-2458579935743637444</id><published>2008-10-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:02:09.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs e exclusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257067800965467634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="236" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTbT9SwzfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EjsDoA4c3do/s320/Blog_dos_Bichos-195.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ultimamente, tenho lido alguns blogs. Tenho gostado muito do que leio, embora alguns sejam um pouco menos atraentes, para mim, que outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico pensando, ao ler estes conteúdos, na imensa quantidade existente destes espaços virtuais que permitem as pessoas se expressarem da mesma forma que o fazem ao falar. Aquela regra que indicava linguagem adloquial para a escrita e coloquial para a expressão oral, vem por terra com estes tempos de internet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A profusão dos blogs desmitifica, também, aquela máxima conservadora que apregoava não se escrever tanto quanto antigamente. Na verdade, acredito que com e-mais, blogs e a comunicação virtual (seja ela de que ordem) temos escrito tanto quanto, ou mesmo, um pouco mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;O nó desta questão, entretanto, é que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta expansão, infelizmente, não toca muito no principal problema educacional brasileiro: o analfabetismo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na verdade um redimensiona o outro, uma vez que as pessoas em estagio de analfabetismo quer seja ele total, ou funcional, precisam lidar um outro compartimento desta construção - o analfabetismo digital. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentando imaginar a quantidade de blogs existentes atualmente no Brasil, aparece uma outra variável deste problema então: excesso de informação e dificuldade de acesso a todo este conteúdo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os leitores precisam ser cada vez mais seletivos, pois, não se pode ter acesso a tudo e os ainda não letrados enfrentam o problema inverso - a necessidade de se ter acesso à comunicação escrita.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez estamos diante do problema: desenvolvimento tecnológico x democratização do conhecimento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;História, nestes últimos cem anos, aponta para uma evidência inconteste: há uma probabilidade muito maior de desenvolvimento e minimização da violência para os países que investiram verdadeiramente em educação.&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-2458579935743637444?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/2458579935743637444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=2458579935743637444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2458579935743637444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2458579935743637444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogs.html' title='Blogs e exclusão'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SPTbT9SwzfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EjsDoA4c3do/s72-c/Blog_dos_Bichos-195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-8137517033400490102</id><published>2008-09-29T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:00:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano feliz e doce / Shaná Tová umetuká!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SOFA4hn5XoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fV9VVFOcBGw/s1600-h/53035348_81d4fb7132_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251549980333268610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SOFA4hn5XoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fV9VVFOcBGw/s320/53035348_81d4fb7132_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começa a ser celebrado hoje, ao pôr-do-sol, o Rosh Hashana (Cabeça do Ano), Ano Novo judaico que marca o início no ano de 5769. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para aqueles que seguem a lei mosaica, que este ano seja muito doce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para todos os demais, um feliz e doce recomeço, neste dia, pois todo dia é dia de recomeçar.&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-8137517033400490102?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/8137517033400490102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=8137517033400490102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/8137517033400490102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/8137517033400490102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/bom-ano-doce-shan-tov-umetuk.html' title='Ano feliz e doce / Shaná Tová umetuká!'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SOFA4hn5XoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fV9VVFOcBGw/s72-c/53035348_81d4fb7132_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-5976992939779791743</id><published>2008-09-29T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:59:22.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleições</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SOEVaolkDzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7NGuSRRcUj8/s1600-h/istoetv1_82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502187806461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SOEVaolkDzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7NGuSRRcUj8/s320/istoetv1_82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candelária - 1984&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Às vésperas das eleições, reflito um pouco sobre as mudanças ocorridas neste processo, ao longo da História. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Para quem já votou algumas vezes, é normal deixar-se abater pelo desânimo. No polo oposto encontramos aqueles cujos pendores político-partidários, (em qualquer momento histórico), clamarão apaixonadamente por uma opção eleitoral, ou por outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Assistindo ao show das campanhas vejo-me diante de um grande pregão, como numa feira livre. Os candidatos e candidatas são apresentados na condição de mercadoria: este é melhor, por isto, aquele é melhor, por aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nesta enxurrada de nomes, números e matizes ideológicos acontece um verdadeiro vale-tudo e as propostas e fórmulas mais esdrúxulas são veículadas na mídia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Se por um lado rezamos para que isto acabe e nos livremos deste momento (ou seria tormento?), o mais rápido possível, por outro é sempre bom recordar os tempos da ditadura militar, no Brasil, quando a proibição dos pleitos democráticos esteve intrincada aos dissabores promovidos pela censura implacável e irrestrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De qualquer sorte, ainda que tenhamos a exata medida capitalista do carater democrático das eleições, é sempre bom (ainda que com algumas, ou muitas, contrariedades) desfrutar de momentos como este.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-5976992939779791743?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/5976992939779791743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=5976992939779791743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5976992939779791743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5976992939779791743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/eleies-1.html' title='Eleições'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SOEVaolkDzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7NGuSRRcUj8/s72-c/istoetv1_82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-503450588628033574</id><published>2008-09-24T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:43:44.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anacronia e ultra-conservadorismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNqKpxL-cGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3klhuVev3CU/s1600-h/Freire+-+AndrÃ©+Hoehne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249660765836570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNqKpxL-cGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3klhuVev3CU/s320/Freire+-+Andr%C3%A9+Hoehne.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Freire(Recife/1921 - São Paulo/1997), retratado por André &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koehne&lt;/span&gt; (Wikipédia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amigo me informou que a viúva de Paulo Freire escreveu uma carta em repúdio a uma edição da revista Veja. Fiquei bastante curiosa para ler mais sobre o assunto, pois, sempre fui uma entusiasta das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt; deste pensador, cujo papel histórico é da maior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;importancia&lt;/span&gt; para quem pensa a educação do país. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim, encontrei o texto e fiquei impressionada com o grau de alienação das pessoas que o escreveram. O material pareceu-me estar inserido num momento histórico diferente do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;atual&lt;/span&gt;, ainda que tenha sido publicado há um pouco mais de um mês. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;referênciais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anacrônicos&lt;/span&gt;, as autoras do artigo caracterizam o Prof. Paulo Freire como "autor de um método de doutrinação esquerdista disfarçado de alfabetização". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estranhamente, este homem dedicou toda uma vida, construiu uma carreira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acadêmica,&lt;/span&gt; das mais sólidas, ganhou discípulos e teve suas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adotadas&lt;/span&gt; em muitos outros países, como é o caso do Chile e de Angola, às custas de um disfarce. Será possível?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda que&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;setores conservadores da academia tivessem restrições àquilo que se &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;convencionou chamar de Método Paulo Freire, tecendo muitas críticas às suas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt;, é correto chamar todo um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;constructo&lt;/span&gt; político-pedagógico, da maior seriedade, de disfarce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;A Pontificia Universidade Católica - PUC, de São Paulo, teria criado uma Cátedra homenageando um charlatão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Para quem quer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;flanar&lt;/span&gt; na crista da discussão estabelecida pela pós-modernidade, de qualquer sorte, jamais deveria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;adotar&lt;/span&gt; uma terminologia tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;anacrônica&lt;/span&gt; quanto "doutrinação esquerdista&lt;/span&gt;", uma vez que isto remete a uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bipolaridade&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;atualmente&lt;/span&gt;, ultrapassada.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para as autoras do artigo, os(as) docentes brasileiros(as) são acríticos em relação a alguns personagens históricos por destacar figuras como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Che&lt;/span&gt; Guevara e Paulo Freire, quando deveriam reverenciar "o físico teórico alemão Albert Einstein, talvez o maior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gênio&lt;/span&gt; da história da humanidade". (Palavras textuais)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Não seria muito mais acrítico, eleger Einstein como referência fundamental para educadores brasileiros preocupados com a nossa realidade histórica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana Maria Freire, Nita, responde à altura considerando o conteúdo da revista &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ultra&lt;/span&gt;-conservador e os comentários tecidos contra Paulo Freire veiculados em "linguagem grosseira, rasteira e irresponsável". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A revista, portanto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;adota&lt;/span&gt; uma "postura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;danosa&lt;/span&gt;" na condição de veículo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;midiático&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ir)responsabilidades a parte, ter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;contacto&lt;/span&gt; com algo desta natureza só nos remete àquele questionamento da superposição dos vários tempos da História, onde espaços &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;reacionários&lt;/span&gt; são capazes de conviver com outros tantos mais, ou menos, progressistas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Para quem gosta desta discussão segue o link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pucsp.br/paulofreire/"&gt;http://www.pucsp.br/paulofreire/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-503450588628033574?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/503450588628033574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=503450588628033574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/503450588628033574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/503450588628033574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/anacronia-e-ultra-conservadorismo.html' title='Anacronia e ultra-conservadorismo'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNqKpxL-cGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3klhuVev3CU/s72-c/Freire+-+Andr%C3%A9+Hoehne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-2575748312203708250</id><published>2008-09-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:48:34.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNbOvtGcI6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GabDmVvJKOU/s1600-h/2thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248609734702670754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="151" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNbOvtGcI6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GabDmVvJKOU/s320/2thumbnail.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; nos suscita sempre o mesmo ritual: fechar os olhos, respirar fundo e acreditar que tudo vai dar certo nesta semana que começa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, mãos a obra! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que esta semana seja gentil com os seus olhos, proporcionando imagens maravilhosas. Que você veja muitas crianças sorrindo, muitos pássaros, muitas flores de dia e muitas estrelas a noite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você sinta, bem pertinho, muitas e muitas vezes o perfume de quem vc ama. O cheirinho da comidinha feita com carinho e que nas refeições o seu espírito seja alimentado pela presença daqueles que lhe são caros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vc ouça a sua música predileta, as suas vozes prediletas, em canções gravadas ou na canção interior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que suas preces sejam por uma realidade mais&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;harmônica, para todos nós. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vc seja feliz no seu tempo e no seu estilo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um beijo para quem passa por aqui e feliz semana!&lt;/em&gt;&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/4005241339744368038-2575748312203708250?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/2575748312203708250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=2575748312203708250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2575748312203708250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2575748312203708250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/feliz-semana.html' title='Feliz semana'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNbOvtGcI6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GabDmVvJKOU/s72-c/2thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-5681804783984957976</id><published>2008-09-19T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:19:39.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papéis trocados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNPD1Up2FhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sXcul0K6mcQ/s1600-h/42-16578576_16_20~Rose-Hued-Orchid-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247753311661463058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNPD1Up2FhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sXcul0K6mcQ/s320/42-16578576_16_20~Rose-Hued-Orchid-Posters.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li, aqui mesmo na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt;, um caso muito interessante de um furto ocorrido no Rio Grande do Sul, mais precisamente, em Passo Fundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um ladrão rouba um carro, estacionado na frente de um bar e algum tempo depois liga pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delagacia&lt;/span&gt; dizendo que estava devolvendo o veículo, pois, encontrara no banco traseiro um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;garotinho&lt;/span&gt; de 5 anos dormindo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No diálogo entre ele e o policial de plantão estão presentes elementos muito interessantes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primeiro ele diz que roubara o carro mesmo e que estava assumindo. Em seguida, falava na criança e acusava os pais (e aí ele usa de palavreado ch&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ulo&lt;/span&gt; para se referir aos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsáveis&lt;/span&gt; pelo menino, coisa que eu achei excelente, pois, nada como um bom palavrão para traduzir, em determinados momentos, o que realmente sentimos) de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;irresponsáveis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No final ele assume uma postura muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afetiva&lt;/span&gt; (quase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fôfa&lt;/span&gt; mesmo) ao tratar o menino por "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;piazinho&lt;/span&gt;" diminutivo de piá (termo usado pelos gaúchos para se referirem às crianças).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; de um monte de coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bacanas&lt;/span&gt; este ladrão: honestidade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;responsabilidade&lt;/span&gt;, maturidade, afetividade ... atributos normalmente concernentes aos pais e não aos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;transgressores&lt;/span&gt; da lei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mãe, na eminencia de ter um processo aberto contra si, defendeu-se dizendo que fora ao bar, rapidamente, para pegar um documento e coisa e tal. Enfim, não convenceu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tempos de situações tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;estapafurdias&lt;/span&gt;...brindemos ao que ainda nos resta de bom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Tenham uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ótima&lt;/span&gt; sexta-feira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-5681804783984957976?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/5681804783984957976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=5681804783984957976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5681804783984957976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5681804783984957976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/papis-trocados.html' title='Papéis trocados'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNPD1Up2FhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sXcul0K6mcQ/s72-c/42-16578576_16_20~Rose-Hued-Orchid-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-3659799451466379968</id><published>2008-09-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:22:51.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNL-SU8-1jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9Uf5iKJHKQ/s1600-h/200px-Young_Bach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247536106655634994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNL-SU8-1jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9Uf5iKJHKQ/s320/200px-Young_Bach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Há muito penso em falar dele. Na execução desta tarefa, entretanto, enfrento muitas dificuldades. Quem manda, tb, ele ser tão singular? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;O que me vem à cabeça, de imediato, é uma lista enorme de elogios. É claro que eu ficaria constrangidíssima em fazer isto, mas a tentação é grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Então vamos lá: como pode alguém nascido em pleno século 17, ter ficado em plena invisibilidade durante mais de um século e, passados tantos anos, ser capaz de preencher a lacuna estética de pessoas tão diferentes pelo mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Que singularidade traz a sua produção ao ponto de ser alvo de tantos e tantos especialistas e estudiosos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;No meu caso, então, nem se fala. Ele não só me entende ... ele me traduz. É bem isto mesmo. Eu me vejo, ali, representada. Nota por nota. E isto me deixa muito pensativa, pois acredito que outros e outras tb tenham reações similares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Na verdade, devo confessar: tenho ciúmes dele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Irrita-me, sobremaneira, encontrar alguém (que não sou eu, evidentemente) dizendo: ah ...isto ele fez pra mim! Aquilo ele compôs para mim, muito antes d´eu nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pouco me importa se quem fala é especialista, ou não. Se é idoso e passou a vida toda a estudá-lo e até se gravou suas obras e é renomado, por isto mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Desculpem-me todos, mas a coisa é assim mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;E não quero ser afetivamente correta, se é que isto é possivel. Então ele é meu e depois de ser meu ... ah ... aí sim ... pode ser dos(as) demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;É isto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;PS: Para eu não ficar com minha consciência pesada, segue o link: &lt;a href="http://www.jsbach.net/midi/index.html"&gt;http://www.jsbach.net/midi/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-3659799451466379968?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jsbach.net/midi/index.html' title='Ele'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3659799451466379968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=3659799451466379968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3659799451466379968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3659799451466379968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/ele.html' title='Ele'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNL-SU8-1jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9Uf5iKJHKQ/s72-c/200px-Young_Bach2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-3527640361739194822</id><published>2008-09-18T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:19:29.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fábula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNK0HCtngKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TH2g8qTSXcE/s1600-h/formigo.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247454548920336546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="273" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNK0HCtngKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TH2g8qTSXcE/s320/formigo.GIF" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reza a fábula que ele era dono de uma bela voz e criara uma comunidade, onde todos se respeitavam e brincavam uns com os outros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O seu temperamento não era nada fácil, mas tudo era superado pela deferência com que tratava a todos e pelo carinho, de sua parte, expresso frequentemente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar de suas constantes exigências acompanhadas, quase sempre, de muitas queixas, todos naquele universo devotavam-lhe grande amizade e carinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;A inquietação era uma outra característica sua. Sempre disposto a renovar o ambiente e a agregar os amigos, criara momentos muito especiais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Assim, ele seguia propiciando a socialização de muitas novidades interessantes e estimulando a participação de todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nestes tempos complicados...a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;inda bem que as fábulas existem e delas podemos desfrutar ... quase sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-3527640361739194822?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3527640361739194822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=3527640361739194822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3527640361739194822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3527640361739194822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/fbula.html' title='A fábula'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNK0HCtngKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TH2g8qTSXcE/s72-c/formigo.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-6182176234152364622</id><published>2008-09-18T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:07:56.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A afetividade e o virtual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNKocyOGqRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qaETBrfUmes/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247441728310782226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNKocyOGqRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qaETBrfUmes/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei pensando nos laços &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afetivos&lt;/span&gt; desenvolvidos na virtualidade. Antigamente, para chamarmos alguém de amigo(a) era necessário conhecer a pessoa para além (ou aquém) da esfera pública. Era preciso frequentar-lhe a casa, conhecer sua família, adentrar um pouco na sua intimidade e todos estes passos eram próprios deste processo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A revolução tecnológica trouxe consigo uma alteração bastante &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;significatica&lt;/span&gt; e, quase mesmo, desconcertante das noções ligadas à esfera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afetiva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A enorme gama de possibilidades disponibilizadas na Rede, para todos os gostos e necessidades, possibilita a re&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discussão&lt;/span&gt; deste tema. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casamentos, aparentemente, sólidos são desfeitos graças à chegada, através do teclado e do monitor, de uma terceira possibilidade. Por vezes, as lacunas e arestas existentes nas relações conjugais são supridas e/ou aparadas pela presença, em muitos casos, idealizada daquele, ou daquela que reestabelecerá, ainda que por algum tempo, os níveis de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;endorfina&lt;/span&gt; a patamares &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aceitaveis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em salas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;virtuais&lt;/span&gt;, comunidades do Orkut e listas de discussões, amizades são constituídas. Inimizades &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tb&lt;/span&gt;. No espaço virtual, conhece-se pessoas de quase todos os lugares pelos quais a globalização deu o ar de sua graça ou anti-graça. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A despeito de todos os perigos existentes, na internet encontram-se pessoas ímpares. Nossos amigos virtuais, na verdade, pela singularidade de suas inserções em nossas vidas, são muito mais que isto. Suas presenças são mais constantes que amigos e/ou amigas que conhecemos há muito. Com eles trocamos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt; e deles sentimos saudades. Ouvimos e damos opiniões sobre questões importantes, conhecemos suas prioridades e preferências, e assim estes laços são estabelecidos, independente de um abraço ou aperto de mão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje parei para escrever estas coisas, pois, mais uma vez fui contemplada com uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bronca&lt;/span&gt; carinhosa em relação à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;atualização&lt;/span&gt; do Estrelas. E eu, devo confessar, fico sempre feliz com isto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para todos os que conheci no espaço virtual e aprendi a gostar no campo real, desejo um resto de semana maravilhoso.&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-6182176234152364622?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/6182176234152364622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=6182176234152364622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6182176234152364622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/6182176234152364622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/afetividade-e-o-virtual.html' title='A afetividade e o virtual'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SNKocyOGqRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qaETBrfUmes/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-7415743802784566189</id><published>2008-09-07T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:49:07.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SMPh4wuQY0I/AAAAAAAAADw/bLSY8t04plU/s1600-h/amy-whinehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282756457227074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="246" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SMPh4wuQY0I/AAAAAAAAADw/bLSY8t04plU/s320/amy-whinehouse.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levei uma bronca carinhosa por ter abandonado este &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;espaço. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, aqui estou, prontamente, de volta ao Estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Li, outro dia, uma nota sobre a criação de uma bolsa de apostas em função do dia da morte de Amy Winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei me perguntando o porquê destas coisas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Causou-me espanto, primeiramente, a morbidez do assunto. Acredito que muitos apostadores sintam-se estimulados pela forma como a imprensa sempre trata temas desta ordem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em seguida, fiquei pensando na garota cujo talento musical foi revelado muito precocemente, de perfomances estilosas, com prêmios acumulados, teimando em dizer "No, no, no" a tudo aquilo que não seja viceralmente radical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Refletindo sobre as trilhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de Joplin, Hendrix e tantos outros, cujas carreiras foram, na maioria dos casos, interrompidas pelas próprias dimensões de suas dores e anseios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como este espaço foi criado para discutir pesadelos, todas estas questões parecem dialogar com esta imagem de Amy, a sonhar, também, com muitas perspectivas de sim, em sua estrada, pois, a estrada também nos assegura muitos "sims" para dialogar com outros tantos nãos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;(Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.mywarezblog.com/category/music/" target="_top"&gt;www.mywarezblog.com/category/music/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-7415743802784566189?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/7415743802784566189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/7415743802784566189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/amy_07.html' title='Amy'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SMPh4wuQY0I/AAAAAAAAADw/bLSY8t04plU/s72-c/amy-whinehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-2897726451212435586</id><published>2008-08-13T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:57:59.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre Cecília</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SMPdie151TI/AAAAAAAAADo/AQPEdTtw5AI/s1600-h/3cecilia345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243277975653831986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SMPdie151TI/AAAAAAAAADo/AQPEdTtw5AI/s320/3cecilia345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo nela leva à unanimidade. Fico, entretanto, me recordando que o adagio rodriguiano nos diz que toda unanimidade é burra. Ela, por certo, é uma exceção a esta regra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecília Meireles é única e por assim o ser brilha no nosso cenário literário. De uma forma muito peculiar escrevia para crianças e adultos. Ficam aqui dois momentos de sua lírica.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Para crianças:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leilão de jardim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Quem me compra um jardim com flores?&lt;br /&gt;borboletas de muitas cores,&lt;br /&gt;lavadeiras e passarinhos,&lt;br /&gt;ovos verdes e azuis nos ninhos?&lt;br /&gt;Quem me compra este caracol?&lt;br /&gt;Quem me compra um raio de sol?&lt;br /&gt;Um lagarto entre o muro e a hera,&lt;br /&gt;uma estátua da Primavera?&lt;br /&gt;Quem me compra este formigueiro?&lt;br /&gt;E este sapo, que é jardineiro?&lt;br /&gt;E a cigarra e a suacanção?&lt;br /&gt;E o grilinho dentrodo chão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;(Este é meu leilão!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;E para adultos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noções &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Entre mim e mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;há vastidões bastantes para a navegação dos meus desejos afligidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Descem pela água minhas naves revestidas de espelhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Cada lâmina arrisca um olhar, e investiga o elemento que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;a atinge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mas, nesta aventura do sonho exposto à correnteza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;só recolho o gosto infinito das respostas que não se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;encontram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Virei-me sobre a minha própria existência, e contemplei-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Minha virtude era esta errância por mares contraditórios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;e este abandono para além da felicidade e da beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Ó meu Deus, isto é a minha alma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;qualquer coisa que flutua sobre este corpo efêmero e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;precário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;como o vento largo do oceano sobre a areia passiva e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;inúmera...&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/4005241339744368038-2897726451212435586?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2897726451212435586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2897726451212435586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/08/neste-domingo-cclia.html' title='Sempre Cecília'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SMPdie151TI/AAAAAAAAADo/AQPEdTtw5AI/s72-c/3cecilia345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-451417755910741374</id><published>2008-08-07T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:23:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SJtmraC-_bI/AAAAAAAAADY/bV0g_7QxZEY/s1600-h/piramide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231888288033209778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SJtmraC-_bI/AAAAAAAAADY/bV0g_7QxZEY/s320/piramide.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ele era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ípcio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;. Isto mesmo. Morava em frente a mim e era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;egípcio&lt;/span&gt;. Não pensei em conhecer um na cidade, mas encontrei-me com ele algumas dezenas de vezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Os moradores do bairro o conheciam por um apelido italiano e era reconhecidamente um bom papo. Ultrapassara a casa dos oitenta, era místico, calvo, um olhar arguto e sempre me saudava com aquele sorriso acolhedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na última segunda-feira passei por ele e o vi com um olhar pensativo e preocupado, fixado num certo ponto que parecia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incomodar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Após este encontro, fui para casa, pensando na fotografia que vira, há algum tempo, em sua residência, onde ele, jovem e bonito, montava um camelo, junto a outros dois homens, tb montados, na frente das clássicas pirâmides de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quéop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quéfren&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miquerinos&lt;/span&gt;. A foto amarelada causou-me espanto. Parecia um registro de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fotojornalismo&lt;/span&gt;, mas na verdade era um pedacinho da vida do meu vizinho a se confundir com as minhas memórias escolares - História do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Egito&lt;/span&gt;:pirâmides, dinastias de faraós, escravos, politeísmo e o meu vizinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;No dia seguinte, saindo para o trabalho alguém me perguntou: - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; já soube o que aconteceu? Pois bem, assim me veio a notícia do falecimento dele. Fiquei parada, congelada naqueles segundos imensos. Soube também que algumas pessoas, cedo, conversaram um pouco com ele, que por sua vez havia estado no médico, naquela mesma manhã para exames de rotina e nada fora detectado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoje, passado dois dias, senti saudades da sua presença, do seu olhar arguto e do seu sorriso bondoso. Enfim, com uma passagem tão rápida, como foi a sua (beneficio concedido a tão poucos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;acredito que ele esteja bem, feliz junto aos seus, faraós ou não.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-451417755910741374?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/451417755910741374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/451417755910741374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/08/partidas.html' title='Partida'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SJtmraC-_bI/AAAAAAAAADY/bV0g_7QxZEY/s72-c/piramide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-7356568572503808315</id><published>2008-08-05T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:46:09.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L´Oratorio D´Aurélia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SJjU8s_sK_I/AAAAAAAAADA/j3Vw_FNL8c0/s1600-h/cÃ´moda+antiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231165106526366706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SJjU8s_sK_I/AAAAAAAAADA/j3Vw_FNL8c0/s320/c%C3%B4moda+antiga.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chegamos com uma hora de antecedencia para vê-las. Estávamos ansiosas. Imagina só: a neta de Chaplin, personagem-título, sendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dirigida pela própria mãe, Vitoria Thierrée, filha do mito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A proposta é muito singular: um espetáculo de teatro que rende homenagem ao circo de maneira singela e delicada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei encantada com o que vi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cena da cômoda é de prender a respiração: Aurelia se encaixa nas gavetinhas do móvel, assim como nós, muitas vezes, temos a nossa ação compartimentada no cotidiano, e acabamos por aperceber a nossa atuação no mundo de maneira fragmentada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O clima de mistério é fundamental para público desfrutar da magia e encantamento do Oratório.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Muito bonito mesmo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pena que não conseguimos assistir. É ...faltou dizer isto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Chegamos tardiamente, pois quem conseguiu entrar no teatro chegou com três horas de antecedencia. Então, só me restou o You tube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-7356568572503808315?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/7356568572503808315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/7356568572503808315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/08/loratrio-de-aurlia.html' title='L´Oratorio D´Aurélia'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SJjU8s_sK_I/AAAAAAAAADA/j3Vw_FNL8c0/s72-c/c%C3%B4moda+antiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-5599811619265231312</id><published>2008-07-25T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:52:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecumenismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SInhCsXldDI/AAAAAAAAACY/LQ3HhFvSsPM/s1600-h/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956278926242866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SInhCsXldDI/AAAAAAAAACY/LQ3HhFvSsPM/s320/praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIne1h4vKkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sRPQBNP2wR4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As sextas-feiras sempre me fazem refletir sobre o Ecumenismo, uma vez que algumas religiões prescrevem o branco para ser, neste dia da semana, usado. No Candomblé, veste-se branco por ser a sexta-feira dia do orixá Oxalá. No Judaísmo veste-se branco na cerimônia do Shabat, a festa semanal e a mais importante para os judeus. Uma conhecida pontuou, para mim, certa feita, que os mulçumanos,também, vestem branco na sexta. (Falha minha não saber precisamente isto, até agora, confesso.) De qualquer sorte, aí temos um elemento interessante para a discussão sobre o Ecumenismo.&lt;br /&gt;Conversava, outro dia, com uma amiga sobre os limites do Ecumenismo. Terreno lodoso e conflitivo, o esforço de se respeitar a fé do outro (e da outra, é óbvio) traz consigo limites bem demarcados, uma vez que religião é poder, e muito poder, em determinados casos.&lt;br /&gt;Poder que, durante o processo histórico da humanidade, foi responsável pela morte de milhares de pessoas. Poder que prescreve normas e regras complexas no que tange à cultura e aos costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Poder que estabelece separação entre as pessoas, quando num determinado locus histórico duas religiões disputam-no (como no caso de árabes e judeus na Palestina e católicos e protestantes na Irlanda do Norte).&lt;br /&gt;Poder que segrega, mesmo graçando sozinho, por impingir códigos rígidos e anacrônicos, como foi demonstrado no romance o Caçador de Pipas, tão belamente transposto para o cinema. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Ecumenismo, diante disto tudo, é muito louvável, pois amalgama uma reflexão democrática por parte de quem o concretiza.&lt;br /&gt;"Quem é ateu e viu", ou não, "milagres como eu", acredito que esteja um pouco mais tranquilo. Em nada acredita e só lhe resta duas opções: achar todas as manifestações de fé uma coisa meio estapafúrdia ou respeitar isto como algo inerente ao ser humano, sem lhe dizer respeito, especificamente.&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, professar o ateísmo é coisa impossível. A religação é algo vital para mim. Sem fé não sobrevivo.&lt;br /&gt;A experiência da fé é intransferível, sempre acreditei nisto. Por mais proselitista que seja o discurso do fiel no sentido de convencer o potencial convertido, se este não vivenciar viceralmente a fé e a experiencia da religação, em toda sua magnitude, a conversão não se processará.&lt;br /&gt;A conversão acredito seja uma, ou a experiência de entrega mais complexa existente. Delega-se o poder que nos é conferido pela existência, preterimos todos os demais caminhos, em detrimento daquele que responde aos nossos anseios mais dificeis e marcantes. A conversão é a forma de aplacar os nossos conflitos que nos levam à guerra - a guerra interior. E nem sempre a conversão é eficaz, pois, em tempos de mudança paradigmática, como estes, conflito é o que não nos falta e temos que lidar com estas guerras cotidianas ansiando, ou pelo menos tendo fé que, no futuro, teremos uma realidade um pouco mais harmônica... sabe-se lá como.&lt;br /&gt;Diante desta constatação vem a sexta-feira me dizer que hoje é dia de branco e que branco ainda simboliza a Paz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um excelente final de semana para todos nós: os que acreditam, seja lá de que forma, e para os que não acreditam tb.&lt;/em&gt;&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/4005241339744368038-5599811619265231312?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5599811619265231312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5599811619265231312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/07/ecumenismo.html' title='Ecumenismo'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SInhCsXldDI/AAAAAAAAACY/LQ3HhFvSsPM/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-2905019457206178291</id><published>2008-07-21T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:14:59.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Vicente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Amo San Vicente. Esta música interpretada por Milton é simplemente maravilhosa. No momento em que ela foi concebida, o Brasil respirava asfixiado pela Ditadura Militar, embora o pior já tivesse passado qdo Bituca, com este vozeirão inconfundível, gravou a canção. Fiquei recordando-a, um dia destes, e é uma pena que eu não saiba colocar, ainda, um arquivo midi no Blog, para ouvi-la aqui mesmo. De qualquer sorte, a letra está aí e fica prometida a música nesta voz tão nossa e tão querida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIUTCwwHU3I/AAAAAAAAACI/Qnx_lT7E8vk/s1600-h/3413.jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225603880800703346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIUTCwwHU3I/AAAAAAAAACI/Qnx_lT7E8vk/s320/3413.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;San Vicente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração americano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordei de sonho estranho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um gosto, vidro e corte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sabor de chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No corpo e na cidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sabor de vida e morte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração americano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sabor de vida e morte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A espera na fila imensa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o corpo negro se esqueceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stava em San Vicente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cidade e suas luzes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava em San Vicente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As mulheres e os homens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração americano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com sabor de vidro e corte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ôoooooooooooo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As horas não se contavam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que era negro anoiteceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto se esperava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estava em San Vicente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto acontecia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estava em San Vicente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração americano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um sabor de vidro e corte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-2905019457206178291?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2905019457206178291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/2905019457206178291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-vicente.html' title='San Vicente'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIUTCwwHU3I/AAAAAAAAACI/Qnx_lT7E8vk/s72-c/3413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-5093410674335733508</id><published>2008-07-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:22:36.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIOGNyiC2RI/AAAAAAAAACA/99xbYzN17Gc/s1600-h/calico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225167564140894482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIOGNyiC2RI/AAAAAAAAACA/99xbYzN17Gc/s320/calico.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIOFK2W9dPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VM-_ZoBVK1g/s1600-h/341_poltrimperial.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... hoje ... o bom mesmo ... é sentar numa poltrona bem confortável e ler um bom livro e/ou ver um bom filme, juntinho com quem "canta a canção da nossa alma".&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-5093410674335733508?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/5093410674335733508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=5093410674335733508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5093410674335733508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/5093410674335733508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/07/domingo.html' title='Domingo ...'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIOGNyiC2RI/AAAAAAAAACA/99xbYzN17Gc/s72-c/calico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-1627616921703342397</id><published>2008-07-19T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:10:58.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver é afinar o instrumento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIJW2fv_PGI/AAAAAAAAABo/MHAXfv9jmFI/s1600-h/luteplay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224834011938896994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIJW2fv_PGI/AAAAAAAAABo/MHAXfv9jmFI/s320/luteplay2.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lute Player" Orazio Gentileschi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho lembrado muito desta música do Walter Franco, nestes últimos dias. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É incrível, como há momentos em que desafinamos. A isto chamamos: crise! Às vezes desafinamos com nós mesmos, outras, com os outros. Por vezes, são os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relacionamentos&lt;/span&gt; que desafinam. O mais importante, acredito, seja aproveitar a crise para afinar, o máximo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possível,&lt;/span&gt; "o instrumento". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A letra do Walter (olha a intimidade!) é interessante, pois, propõe um atenção especial para estas "desafinadas" ao indicar a forma como o instrumento deve ser cuidado - de dentro pra fora, de fora pra dentro,a toda hora, a todo momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim ...dá um trabalhão danado, mas o resultado é uma maravilha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serra do Luar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor, vim te buscar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em pensamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheguei agora no vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor, não chora de sofrimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheguei agora no vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu só voltei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; te contar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viajei...Fui pra Serra do Luar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu mergulhei...Ah!!!Eu quis voar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora vem, vem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; terra descansar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver é afinar o instrumento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De dentro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; fora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De fora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; dentro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A toda hora, todo momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;De dentro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt; fora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A toda hora, todo momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;De dentro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt; fora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo é uma questão de manter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mente quieta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A espinha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ereta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o coração tranquilo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A toda hora, todo momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De dentro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; fora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De fora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; dentro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A toda hora, todo momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De dentro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; fora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De fora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; dentro&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-1627616921703342397?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/1627616921703342397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=1627616921703342397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/1627616921703342397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/1627616921703342397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/07/viver-afinar-o-instrumento.html' title='Viver é afinar o instrumento...'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SIJW2fv_PGI/AAAAAAAAABo/MHAXfv9jmFI/s72-c/luteplay2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-3090705793444901934</id><published>2008-07-18T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:41:23.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SICTWMRKiwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PSyFFLMuFBY/s1600-h/MEL-275~Aria-I-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224337577209400066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SICTWMRKiwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PSyFFLMuFBY/s320/MEL-275~Aria-I-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, os deuses festejam o aniversário de uma linda Estrela e, por isto, estão muito felizes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós aqui, neste planeta confuso, também, paramos, a nossa rotina e as nossas queixas cotidianas para festejar, junto a eles, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a presença desta Estrela em nossas vidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a Felicidade seja a companhia mais constante deste ser tão especial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos beijos, meu bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005241339744368038-3090705793444901934?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3090705793444901934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=3090705793444901934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3090705793444901934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3090705793444901934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/07/feliz-aniversrio.html' title='Feliz Aniversário!'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SICTWMRKiwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PSyFFLMuFBY/s72-c/MEL-275~Aria-I-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005241339744368038.post-3889017462484083200</id><published>2008-07-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:30:38.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...e a deusa Deméter concedeu-nos a Primavera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SH_fgWJYSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bpWuW_lCeY/s1600-h/1demeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224139839566793010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SH_fgWJYSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bpWuW_lCeY/s320/1demeter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt; O Retorno de Perséfone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Recordo-me, com um certo conforto, do mito de Deméter - a deusa cuja filha, Corê/Perséfone, foi roubada por Hades e diante do sofrimento fez com que a terra pagasse com a ausência da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pois bem, a nossa felicidade diante da realidade árida e caótica reside, justamente, na esperança das futuras Primaveras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4005241339744368038-3889017462484083200?l=jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3889017462484083200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005241339744368038&amp;postID=3889017462484083200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3889017462484083200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005241339744368038/posts/default/3889017462484083200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsestrelaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-deusa-demeter-concedeu-nos-primavera.html' title='...e a deusa Deméter concedeu-nos a Primavera!'/><author><name>Déborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02888393483697865506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/S-cqhnm0zQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4y3WdbFzabM/S220/QUafrescromana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SoqOR6bxaE/SH_fgWJYSTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bpWuW_lCeY/s72-c/1demeter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
