<?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-6258613637853238745</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:43:52.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida e poesia</title><subtitle type='html'>Espaço para divulgação de arte poética, 
de valoração da vida, do humano, 
da arte, da educação..
mesmo que de modo impreciso, 
afinal "viver não é preciso".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-1918585749603784074</id><published>2010-03-21T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:11:13.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HIPOCRISIA</title><content type='html'>Oh! quanta gente, na aparência amiga,&lt;br /&gt;só manifesta aquilo que não sente!&lt;br /&gt;e, assim, esconde a inveja... e, sorridente,&lt;br /&gt;vive a urdir, à surdina, a vil intriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que essa torpe paixão não te persiga,&lt;br /&gt;nem o teu coração seja inclemente;&lt;br /&gt;não quero que ninguém, perfidamente,&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma frase sem valor te diga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamento a ingratidão e a covardia&lt;br /&gt;de quem nos mostra a estima que não tem&lt;br /&gt;lá dentro d'alma rancorosa e fria!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca será amigo de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;o enfeitado de amor e de alegria...&lt;br /&gt;e todo alheio à prática do bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunato Moreira Neto - Poeta maranhense (1897-1972)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-1918585749603784074?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1918585749603784074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=1918585749603784074' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/1918585749603784074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/1918585749603784074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/hipocrisia.html' title='HIPOCRISIA'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-3782791312600492807</id><published>2009-03-15T22:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:53:11.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ARIANE (Miguel Torga)</title><content type='html'>Ariane é um navio.&lt;br /&gt;Tem mastros, velas e bandeira à proa,&lt;br /&gt;E chegou num dia branco, frio,&lt;br /&gt;A este rio Tejo de Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carregado de Sonho, fundeou&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da claridade destas grades…&lt;br /&gt;Cisne de todos, que se foi, voltou&lt;br /&gt;Só para os olhos de quem tem saudades…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram duas fragatas ver quem era&lt;br /&gt;Um tal milagre assim: era um navio&lt;br /&gt;Que se balança ali à minha espera&lt;br /&gt;Entre as gaivotas que se dão no rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu é que não pude ainda por meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Sair desta prisão em corpo inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;E levantar âncora, e cair nos braços&lt;br /&gt;De Ariane, o veleiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, Cadeia do Aljube, 1 de Janeiro de 1940&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-3782791312600492807?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3782791312600492807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=3782791312600492807' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/3782791312600492807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/3782791312600492807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/ariane-miguel-torga.html' title='ARIANE (Miguel Torga)'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-7163372874447268382</id><published>2009-03-15T22:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:44:28.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrita em tempos de dor</title><content type='html'>“Nos períodos difíceis de minha vida, rabiscar frases – ainda que nunca venham a ser lidas por ninguém – traz o mesmo reconforto que a prece para quem tem fé: através da linguagem ultrapasso meu caso particular, comungo com toda a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Toda dor dilacera; mas o que a torna intolerável é que quem a sente tem a impressão de estar separado do resto do mundo; partilhada, ela ao menos deixa de ser um exílio. Não é por deleite, exibicionismo, por provocação que muitas vezes os escritores relatam experiências terríveis e desoladoras: por intermédio das palavras, eles as universalizam e permitem que os leitores conheçam, em seus sofrimentos individuais, os consolos da fraternidade. Em minha opinião, essa é uma das funções essenciais da literatura, e o que a torna insubstituível: superar a solidão que é comum a todos nós e que, no entanto, faz com que nos tornemos estranhos uns aos outros. “(Simone de Beauvoir citada por Mirian Goldenberg em "Infiel" -  Ed. Record)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-7163372874447268382?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7163372874447268382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=7163372874447268382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/7163372874447268382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/7163372874447268382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/escrita-em-tempos-de-dor.html' title='Escrita em tempos de dor'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-1188930294547973379</id><published>2009-03-15T22:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:31:46.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ (Ariane Sales)</title><content type='html'>Não tenho tribo&lt;br /&gt;      Sou de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;      Atravesso um deserto&lt;br /&gt;      E chego ao mar&lt;br /&gt;      Mas não há porto&lt;br /&gt;      Não há navio&lt;br /&gt;      A me esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Não tenho teto&lt;br /&gt;      Nem de papel&lt;br /&gt;      Pra aquecer a noite&lt;br /&gt;      Não tenho amor&lt;br /&gt;      E do que procuro&lt;br /&gt;      Só vejo o escuro&lt;br /&gt;      Em dias de dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-1188930294547973379?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1188930294547973379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=1188930294547973379' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/1188930294547973379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/1188930294547973379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-ariane-sales.html' title='SÓ (Ariane Sales)'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-3189415295699812435</id><published>2009-03-15T22:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:29:53.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE ESTOU TRISTE (J. G. de Araújo Jorge)</title><content type='html'>Amor... Hoje estou triste... Nesses dias&lt;br /&gt;a vida de repente se reduz&lt;br /&gt;a um punhado de inúteis fantasias...&lt;br /&gt;... Sou uma procissão só de homens nus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho as mãos, minhas pobres mãos vazias&lt;br /&gt;sem esperas, sem dádivas, sem luz,&lt;br /&gt;que hão semear vagas melancolias&lt;br /&gt;que ninguém vai colher, mas que compus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, estou cansado, e amargo, e só...&lt;br /&gt;Estou triste mais triste e pobre do que Jó,&lt;br /&gt;- por que tentar um gesto? E para quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me, por Deus, um trago de esperança...&lt;br /&gt;Fale-me, como se fala a uma criança&lt;br /&gt;do amor, do mar, das aves... de você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-3189415295699812435?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3189415295699812435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=3189415295699812435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/3189415295699812435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/3189415295699812435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-estou-triste-j-g-de-araujo-jorge.html' title='HOJE ESTOU TRISTE (J. G. de Araújo Jorge)'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-5439145957647747509</id><published>2008-07-19T16:17:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:25:13.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SII-1lhRWyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Xa8l8hlBAvY/s1600-h/Leitura.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224807608028846882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SII-1lhRWyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Xa8l8hlBAvY/s200/Leitura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MULHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Ariane Sales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprende as letras:&lt;br /&gt;É pouco, mas aprende-as!&lt;br /&gt;Te ensinaram&lt;br /&gt;A não transgredir autoridade:&lt;br /&gt;Pai, Marido, Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Te orientaram&lt;br /&gt;A não questionar ordens e convenções&lt;br /&gt;do mundo inventado e comandado pelos homens.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a ver o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a ler o mundo&lt;br /&gt;e a viver nele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que foste domesticada:&lt;br /&gt;obediência, silêncio, resignação.&lt;br /&gt;Em diferentes tempos e lugares&lt;br /&gt;És menor que os homens...&lt;br /&gt;É certo que esperam de ti:&lt;br /&gt;harmonia, bons costumes, submissão&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo em lugares (neste tempo)&lt;br /&gt;Onde o discurso da igualdade é intenso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê a dor e o sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E o medo e a prisão&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos da mulher!&lt;br /&gt;Aprende o prazer&lt;br /&gt;No amor, no estudo, no viver...&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a alegria&lt;br /&gt;No trabalho, no lazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educa o homem e a mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Crianças no teu colo.&lt;br /&gt;Investe na criação da autêntica humanidade!&lt;br /&gt;Conquista a tua liberdade&lt;br /&gt;De expressão, pensamento, criação.&lt;br /&gt;Constrói a tua autonomia!&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a contraler!&lt;br /&gt;Aprende por tua conta o saber!&lt;br /&gt;Vai além dos termos que te impuseram&lt;br /&gt;E escreve a tua própria sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Imagem: Andre Wek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6258613637853238745-5439145957647747509?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5439145957647747509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=5439145957647747509' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/5439145957647747509'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SII729QbHII/AAAAAAAAAJc/HAb_43NuixQ/s1600-h/AbraÃ§o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224804333045619842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SII729QbHII/AAAAAAAAAJc/HAb_43NuixQ/s200/Abra%C3%A7o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;SENTIDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ariane Sales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Um olhar, o coração aquece&lt;br /&gt;Um roçar da pele, o corpo sonha&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra, a alma incendeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um roçar da pele incendeia&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra aquece&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar sonha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração sonha&lt;br /&gt;O corpo incendeia&lt;br /&gt;A alma aquece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é pouco !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-5983377171505255384?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5983377171505255384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ciclo da vida:&lt;br /&gt;Nascer&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolver-se&lt;br /&gt;Reproduzir-se&lt;br /&gt;Morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isto a essência,&lt;br /&gt;O que nos faz ser gente, bicho, planta?&lt;br /&gt;O poeta tem razão:&lt;br /&gt;O essencial é invisível aos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascer e morrer&lt;br /&gt;são atos biológicos.&lt;br /&gt;Reproduzir-se é processo&lt;br /&gt;(instinto, desejo, conservação);&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolver-se, também&lt;br /&gt;(dinâmica, movimento, evolução).&lt;br /&gt;Mudar-se e mudar a realidade:&lt;br /&gt;Tudo cabe aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que somos sós...&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxalmente, somos todos.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que quero lagartear:&lt;br /&gt;Comer-beber, transar, repousar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos em que o corpo&lt;br /&gt;pede isolamento:&lt;br /&gt;urso em hibernação.&lt;br /&gt;Ou pede sossego:&lt;br /&gt;Tem carência de ruminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que somos sós...&lt;br /&gt;Essencialmente, somos todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebo a efemeridade da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Teimo, então, pela continuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter:&lt;br /&gt;Do mar, o mistério;&lt;br /&gt;Do céu, a amplitude;&lt;br /&gt;Da terra, a firmeza.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza frágil da borboleta;&lt;br /&gt;A suavidade inquieta do beija-flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero plantar&lt;br /&gt;Semente, palavra, ação:&lt;br /&gt;Que fecunde, liberte, transforme.&lt;br /&gt;Quero mudar-me continuamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SII5ZYt-iHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CXr8rU3-dig/s1600-h/Beija-flor+RobertoOkamura.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-7346468547432298237</id><published>2008-07-03T11:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:48:03.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raul Seixas (1945-1989) - Cantor e compositor brasileiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONSERVE SEU MEDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Raul Seixas e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Paulo Coelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conserve seu medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mantenha ele aceso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você não teme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você não ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai acabar cedo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esteja atento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao rumo da História&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mantenha em segredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas mantenha viva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua paranóia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conserve seu medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sempre ficando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem medo de nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque dessa vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De qualquer maneira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se leva nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ande pra frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhando pro lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se entregue a quem ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na rua ou na cama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tenha cuidado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conserve seu medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sempre ficando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem medo de nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque dessa vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De qualquer maneira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se leva nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ande pra frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhando pro lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se entregue a quem ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na rua ou na cama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tenha cuidado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuidado! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Ah! Muito!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-7346468547432298237?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7346468547432298237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=7346468547432298237' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/7346468547432298237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/7346468547432298237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/07/raul-seixas-1945-19989-cantor-e.html' title='Raul Seixas (1945-1989) - Cantor e compositor brasileiro'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-6555677552541055931</id><published>2008-07-01T22:34:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:38:20.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>คriαηє  ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;POEMA DE AMOR CORTADO&lt;br /&gt;(Heloísa a Pedro Abelardo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariane Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amado Pedro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos cantam a vida&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei o amor&lt;br /&gt;a ti&lt;br /&gt;porque és único,&lt;br /&gt;íntegro e belo:&lt;br /&gt;o mais belo de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venerar-te,&lt;br /&gt;constância de espírito:&lt;br /&gt;cubro a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;em Argentenil&lt;br /&gt;somente por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tão longe,&lt;br /&gt;perto te vejo&lt;br /&gt;como se aqui estivesses.&lt;br /&gt;E tenho saudades&lt;br /&gt;do riso e das cálidas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em sonho:&lt;br /&gt;Mordo teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Beijo teus brancos dentes&lt;br /&gt;Cubro de beijos teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;E amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo teu amor na hora do desejo&lt;br /&gt;e choro...&lt;br /&gt;Melancolia...&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Quanto sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;e dor na despedida&lt;br /&gt;e agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesouro roubado:&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, carícias...&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo claro:&lt;br /&gt;ombros, peito, pêlos...&lt;br /&gt;E tuas mãos fortes e quentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero esquecer:&lt;br /&gt;À luz, tua memória;&lt;br /&gt;À noite, um fantasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso esquecer:&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor, seu fruto,&lt;br /&gt;o enlace secreto,&lt;br /&gt;a louca sangria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Quanta insanidade&lt;br /&gt;e horror perante os céus&lt;br /&gt;e os homens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada fizeram;&lt;br /&gt;nada quiseram fazer:&lt;br /&gt;a não ser consentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a esperança&lt;br /&gt;nos céus&lt;br /&gt;e nos homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sacramento,&lt;br /&gt;o amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Em Paracleto,&lt;br /&gt;zelo por ti.&lt;br /&gt;(Perdoa-me não amá-Lo como tu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha adoração eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua sempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloísa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;França, século XII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-6555677552541055931?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6555677552541055931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=6555677552541055931' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/6555677552541055931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/6555677552541055931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/07/rirdiz-d.html' title='คriαηє  ♥'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-2621387073537647132</id><published>2008-06-12T20:35:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:53:55.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>คriαηє ♥ღ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR QUE ACENDE ESTRELAS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ariane Sales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quero um amor que acende estrelas&lt;br /&gt;quando a lua não aparece&lt;br /&gt;na alma inquieta e sombria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero a chuva de ternura&lt;br /&gt;que o amor já faz surgir&lt;br /&gt;no rebrilho dos teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero a brisa de aromas&lt;br /&gt;que recende o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;com gosto de bem querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um amor que não fraqueja&lt;br /&gt;quando ameaça o medo&lt;br /&gt;perante o escurecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um amor que traz de volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;quando a boca e o peito calam&lt;br /&gt;o desejo de falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero antes...&lt;br /&gt;o brilho de estrelas mortas&lt;br /&gt;há distantes anos-luz...&lt;br /&gt;que a dor de não amar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SFHF70ajeEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ue1Edsh2Nrc/s1600-h/Starry_Night+cor+linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211163875317348418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SFHF70ajeEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ue1Edsh2Nrc/s320/Starry_Night+cor+linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Van Gogh - Noite estrelada(1889)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-2621387073537647132?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2621387073537647132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=2621387073537647132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/2621387073537647132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/2621387073537647132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/arianepoeta.html' title='คriαηє ♥ღ'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SFHF70ajeEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ue1Edsh2Nrc/s72-c/Starry_Night+cor+linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-3634237897212725620</id><published>2008-05-25T21:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:34:47.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Educação Digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Uso das Tecnologias na Escola e o Papel do Educador diante&lt;br /&gt;dessa Nova Realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                                                              &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                                                                Ariane Sales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É consenso entre os profissionais da educação que não se pode mais negar a influência das tecnologias de informação e comunicação (TICs) na educação escolar. Desde a orientação dada pelo órgão de instância maior responsável pela implementação de propostas na educação brasileira, o Ministério da Educação, até o simples fato de nossos alunos terem cada vez mais acesso a internet, essa realidade se constitui em fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Precisamos compreender tal realidade e tomar um posicionamento diante da mesma de modo crítico e com bom senso. Se não podemos, de um lado, ignorar tal influência “escondendo a cabeça na terra” feito avestruz, por outro, não podemos supervalorizar os efeitos da informática na escola como a grande impulsionadora de processos de aprendizagem por si mesma, como ingenuamente pensam alguns.&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem mesmo se pode ter essa atitude em relação à educação, constituindo-se a mesma em fator de transformação social, mas nunca em determinante, principalmente de modo isolado, como querem nos fazer pensar certos discursos, principalmente políticos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Como diz Paulo Freire: "O educador e a educadora críticos não podem pensar que, a partir do curso que coordenam ou do seminário que lideram, podem transformar o país. Mas podem demonstrar que é possível mudar. E isto reforça nele ou nela a importância de sua tarefa político-pedagógica" (2001: p. 126-27).&lt;br /&gt;Falar, porém, do uso das tecnologias na escola e o papel do educador diante dessa nova realidade não é algo simples, principalmente pelo grande isolamento da escola em relação às mudanças que ocorrem no mundo continuamente. Pois o modelo de escola pública que predomina em nossa cidade e em parte considerável do País, se assemelha com o da escola no século XIX, onde o trabalho do professor é pautado pela utilização do quadro e do livro didático, utilizando-se principalmente (e basicamente também) da aula expositiva. Grande parte de nossas escolas não&lt;br /&gt;possui biblioteca, sala de vídeo, laboratório de informática etc., e estão assim, alheias às inovações tecnológicas e da informática.&lt;br /&gt;E para além dessas questões materiais e que refletem um posicionamento político de quem dita os rumos da educação no país, estados e municípios, ainda se tem o agravante da falta de preparo dos profissionais para um trabalho com a instrumentação eletrônica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Como em tantas outras áreas de atuação humana impactadas pelas tecnologia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; formação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; e comunicação, também na educação o desafio só será vencido quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;essas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tecnologias forem compreendidas e incorporadas pelas pessoas de modo inteligente e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;criativo. Aqui, surge a necessidade de capacitação continuada, até porque essas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tecnologias evoluem diariamente.” (Vanzolini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sabemos que, dentre as tarefas nossas de cada dia, talvez a mais importante seja cuidar da própria formação, pois não é possível ajudar os alunos a aprenderem, se nós mesmos não estamos dispostos a pagar o preço para, também aprender. Não se deve cobrar leitura, se nós mesmos não lemos; produção, se nos recusamos a elaborar, manejar instrumentação eletrônica e lidar com a informática, se não sabemos fazê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, resta-nos cuidar da formação própria tendo em vista desenvolver um trabalho na escola que se utilize das tecnologias, bem como ajudar os alunos a também serem incluídos nessa realidade, fazendo bom uso dos laboratórios que algumas escolas possuem, melhorando os ambientes educativos e as metodologias de ensino e de aprendizagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Além disso, pra que o trabalho seja significativo e venha a alterar a dinâmica da escola, cabe-nos também a tarefa de incentivar e motivar os demais professores, para a importância da formação voltada para a utilização dos recursos tecnológicos disponíveis. Lembrando que “neste cenário de educação continuada para centenas de milhares de pessoas em curto espaço de tempo, a educação à distância é uma solução bastante adequada. Talvez a única possível, se considerarmos que os recursos financeiros não são infinitos”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E há mesmo uma tendência pela oferta de cursos de formação de caráter semipresencial, com formatação que inclui aulas presenciais e aulas e ou atividades à distância, o que já reflete, de certo modo, a tendência pela utilização da instrumentação eletrônica e da informática, tão presentes em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;REFERÊNCIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;FREIRE, Paulo. &lt;strong&gt;Pedagogia da Autonomia:&lt;/strong&gt; saberes necessários à prática educativa. 20. ed. São Paulo: Paz e Terra, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanzolini-ead.org.br/www.escola"&gt;www.vanzolini-ead.org.br/www.escola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&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/6258613637853238745-3634237897212725620?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3634237897212725620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=3634237897212725620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/3634237897212725620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/3634237897212725620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/educao-digital.html' title='Educação Digital'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-5357136586269365570</id><published>2008-05-24T23:14:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:46:26.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>คriαηє♥αρrєηdiz dє ρσєтα</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;BRASIL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ariane Sales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;São 52 milhões e mais 300 mil&lt;br /&gt;que para sobreviverem&lt;br /&gt;têm bem menos que a metade&lt;br /&gt;do mínimo por mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem leva mesmo a sério&lt;br /&gt;o fato de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;carecer muito de tanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos que moram em morros,&lt;br /&gt;favelas, periferias,&lt;br /&gt;em barracos ou cortiços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros penam na Amazônia,&lt;br /&gt;no cerrado ou caatinga&lt;br /&gt;em condições desumanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe lá o que é sofrer&lt;br /&gt;tendo palma pra comer&lt;br /&gt;onde sobra sequidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe lá o que é ver&lt;br /&gt;(chorando a fome dos filhos)&lt;br /&gt;os filhos chorando a fome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fome...&lt;br /&gt;No rosto,&lt;br /&gt;as marcas da dor!&lt;br /&gt;No peito,&lt;br /&gt;desesperança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 52.000.000 e + 300.000&lt;br /&gt;de pobres muito pobres&lt;br /&gt;no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDjMc4ePIFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wnfI-6fWBPo/s1600-h/Brasil+de+famintos..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204134165994217554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDjMc4ePIFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wnfI-6fWBPo/s200/Brasil+de+famintos..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Barro, Ceará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O casal Antônio Lucas Lúcio, 76 anos, e Maria Dolores de Oliveira, 75, ainda tem feijão para comer. Eles encarnam a própria história da seca. "A seca de 1932 foi ruim. A de 1970 também. Esta está parecendo com a de 1932", diz ele, que, junto com a mulher, planta, colhe e debulha feijão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDjMdIePIGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C0kkQMntXxA/s1600-h/brasil8[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204134170289184866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDjMdIePIGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C0kkQMntXxA/s200/brasil8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tabira, Pernambuco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maria do Carmo da Silva, 47 anos, mãe de cinco filhos, corta palma para comer. A sua receita: "Raspei os espinhos, passei em seis águas para tirar a baba verde e cozinhei com sal. Todo mundo fez cara feia, mas, pelo menos, ficou de barriga cheia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagens/textos: vejabrasil.combr (Google/imagens)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-5357136586269365570?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5357136586269365570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=5357136586269365570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/5357136586269365570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/5357136586269365570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/brasil-so-52-milhes-e-mais-300-mil-que.html' title='คriαηє♥αρrєηdiz dє ρσєтα'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDjMc4ePIFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wnfI-6fWBPo/s72-c/Brasil+de+famintos..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-7874258275500131840</id><published>2008-05-22T12:02:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T03:34:19.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curso Educação Digital - Resenha Crítica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero partilhar uma das atividades realizadas no curso Educação Digital - NTE/URE Imperatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Produção de texto de acordo com gênero textual escolhido: Resenha crítica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO SONHO AOS ARES – Resenha Crítica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESENHA CRÍTICA DO FILME “DO SONHO AOS ARES” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por Ariane Sales – Pedagoga (Supervisora escolar)&lt;br /&gt;e-mail: &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:arianesales18@gmail.com"&gt;arianesales18@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;O vídeo tem início com uma pergunta: “Você conhece estes homens?” e, na seqüência, vemos a imagem de três homens mundialmente conhecidos: Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Edison e Albert Einstein, seguidas da frase: “Nós também fazemos parte deste time.” Imagina-se, então, que o filme tenha a ver com inteligência e, principalmente com invenção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Com a informação sobre o Centenário do vôo 14 BIS tudo se encaixa: Santos Dumont, brasileiro que concebeu um dos grandes inventos da humanidade, fica ao lado de outros grandes inventores, europeus e estadunidenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mas a principal mensagem que fica é a certeza de que esses homens acalentaram sonhos (considerados, em sua época, impossíveis), mas além de sonhar, pensaram possibilidades de realização. Fizeram projetos, executaram, tentaram inúmeras vezes, fracassaram, “caíram” em plena tentativa, erraram, mas, sobretudo, acertaram, inventaram, fizeram acontecer. Isso porque ousaram sonhar, mudar a realidade, alterar a dinâmica de sua vida e localidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;No âmbito educacional, falta-nos muito desse espírito inquieto, insatisfeito, crítico e ousado que tais homens tiveram. A coragem de ousar, de realizar mudanças, mesmo se expondo aos erros e fracassos que permeiam toda e qualquer mudança. Penso que podemos ser mais quando queremos e fazemos mais. Mas para tanto, impreterivelmente pagamos um preço e, às vezes, por isso, não nos arriscamos em tentar o diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Documentário imperdível!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDW_TYePIDI/AAAAAAAAADo/3d2GuYE5-XI/s1600-h/14bis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203275284204167218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDW_TYePIDI/AAAAAAAAADo/3d2GuYE5-XI/s200/14bis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Título&lt;/strong&gt;: Do Sonho aos Ares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gêner&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;: Documentário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duração&lt;/strong&gt;: 3’45 minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano&lt;/strong&gt;: 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trilha sonora&lt;/strong&gt;: Meu País (Ivan Lins e Vitor Martins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coordenação&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;e Roteiro&lt;/strong&gt;: Major Jerônimo J. B. Vilela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagens&lt;/strong&gt; gentilmente cedidas pelo Museu Aeroespacial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção&lt;/strong&gt;: CaradeCão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258613637853238745-7874258275500131840?l=arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7874258275500131840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6258613637853238745&amp;postID=7874258275500131840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/7874258275500131840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258613637853238745/posts/default/7874258275500131840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arianevidaepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-sonho-aos-ares-filme.html' title='Curso Educação Digital - Resenha Crítica'/><author><name>คriαηє รคℓєร</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05781481616036183607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SXyoyeD7KsI/AAAAAAAAARc/3klO5VZMTjY/S220/Ariane+de+chap%C3%A9u+DSC02171.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SDW_TYePIDI/AAAAAAAAADo/3d2GuYE5-XI/s72-c/14bis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258613637853238745.post-6045177111004870359</id><published>2008-05-22T00:10:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:31:53.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>คriαηє ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ariane Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulsa a vida em todo canto.&lt;br /&gt;Na aranha que o fio tece,&lt;br /&gt;no bicho da seda,&lt;br /&gt;no pescador que puxa a rede ―&lt;br /&gt;instrumento de caça e morte.&lt;br /&gt;No homem que pensa e, no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;ao conhecer a realidade&lt;br /&gt;continuamente aprisiona,&lt;br /&gt;domina, mata, destrói...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulsa a vida no homem?&lt;br /&gt;Vida que planta a morte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seu modo, a Terra reage:&lt;br /&gt;dói a terra,&lt;br /&gt;geme a água,&lt;br /&gt;treme o verde,&lt;br /&gt;cansa o ar.&lt;br /&gt;― Verde, te quero verde!&lt;br /&gt;Sol laranja, lua branca, céu azul...&lt;br /&gt;― Cinza, não quero o cinza&lt;br /&gt;da mente fria e do peito sem calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vida, quero o som&lt;br /&gt;do vento nas árvores,&lt;br /&gt;do canto das aves,&lt;br /&gt;do curso das águas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver de amor&lt;br /&gt;e amar com paixão o mundo&lt;br /&gt;porque estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;sem amor e canto&lt;br /&gt;e dança e cor&lt;br /&gt;é morrer um pouco&lt;br /&gt;a cada dia de dor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kv85b95SZ9I/SF7CQw2S3XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gL-ueLtw09k/s1600-h/luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214819011787939186" style="FLOAT: right; 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