<?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-3658904268957031675</id><updated>2011-12-28T09:38:00.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisagens da História</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4459857474510821039</id><published>2011-12-28T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T09:31:38.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal Nordestino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/sGDO99gmb1Q/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGDO99gmb1Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGDO99gmb1Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Amigos, mesmo com o atraso da data, gostaria de desejar&amp;nbsp;a todos vocês e&amp;nbsp;a todos que visitam o blog&amp;nbsp; um Feliz Natal e um Ano Novo cheio de realizações! Recebi esse vídeo de um amigo e achei fantástico, não podia deixar de repassá-lo com os sinceros votos de muita PAZ, SAÚDE E FÉ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Para finalizar deixo um trecho da música de um nordestino maravilhoso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;"Andá com fé eu vou que a fé não costuma faiá..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Muita FÉ na vida!! É o que desejo&amp;nbsp;a todos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Abraços, Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-4459857474510821039?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4459857474510821039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal-nordestino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4459857474510821039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4459857474510821039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal-nordestino.html' title='Feliz Natal Nordestino'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2859642859826026341</id><published>2011-11-09T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:59:12.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible;width:460px;margin:auto;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic80.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1960/13136999/flicks/1/8655824" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="460" height="350" name="HALLOWEEN" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:350px;width:460px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px;width:460px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=924&amp;link=/photoFlick/samples/pflicks=shtml"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?cID=925&amp;link=/photoFlick/samples/pflicks=shtml"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin-left:5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-2859642859826026341?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2859642859826026341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2859642859826026341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2859642859826026341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3387761975026294205</id><published>2011-11-08T09:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:21:55.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTA DE HALLOWEEN - CA2, 3, 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: auto; visibility: visible; width: 460px;"&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="ql=2&amp;amp;src1=http://pic80.picturetrail.com/VOL1960/13136999/flicks/1/8655274" height="350" name="acrobat_cube" quality="high" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" style="height: 350px; width: 460px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 24px; margin-top: 10px; whitespace: no-wrap; width: 460px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-size: large;"&gt;A Festa de Halloween organizada pela professora Valéria foi um sucesso! Os alunos se divertiram muito e ficaram muito engraçados!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Além de aprender um pouco mais sobre a cultura norte-americana nos deliciamos com os doces!! Parabéns Valéria e parabéns aos alunos que organizaram a festa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Beijos, Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-3387761975026294205?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3387761975026294205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3387761975026294205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3387761975026294205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='FESTA DE HALLOWEEN - CA2, 3, 4'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-7570588939616168725</id><published>2011-10-08T12:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:10:19.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/siTs-8zbaq8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siTs-8zbaq8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siTs-8zbaq8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Iniciados os trabalhos para a nossa Feira Cultural, as classes de Aceleração irão estudar&amp;nbsp; a história, cultura, arte e literatura africana e não vejo como iniciar esse trabalho sem falar da luta dos nossos irmãos negros de todos os cantos do mundo contra o racismo. Desta forma, inicio falando sobre dois ícones norte-americanos que lutaram pela igualdade racial e deram suas vidas em pról dessa causa: Martin Luther King e Malcolm X. Ambos viveram nos Estados Unidos e foram assassinados nos anos 60 por não se dobrarem diante da opressão e da discriminação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Malcolm X e Marthin Luther King lutaram por suas convicções e incansavelmente pelos direitos civis dos negros norte americanos na década de 60. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Malcolm X&lt;/span&gt; se converteu ao Islamismo e militou contra a segregação racial no Estados Unidos. Possuia um discurso radical e extremista diante da supremacia branca e dos conflitos racias que abalava o país naquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;era pastor protestante, ativista político e formado em sociologia, tinha idéias pacifistas, um discurso de&amp;nbsp;paz e amor ao próximo, lutava com ações pacifistas, sonhava com integração racial entre negros e brancos e chegou a ganhar o Prêmio Nobel da paz em 1964.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ambos, a seu modo, e respeitando suas histórias e ideologias foram verdadeiros ícones que lutaram pela igualdade e liberdade, inspirando a luta contra todos os tipos de discriminação em diversos cantos do mundo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAvcKi_zNvM/TpBmEiUw5bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QmFZJK9IjXM/s1600/malcolm+x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAvcKi_zNvM/TpBmEiUw5bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QmFZJK9IjXM/s1600/malcolm+x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-7570588939616168725?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7570588939616168725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7570588939616168725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7570588939616168725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAvcKi_zNvM/TpBmEiUw5bI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QmFZJK9IjXM/s72-c/malcolm+x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3545092560734164540</id><published>2011-08-23T20:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:14:51.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XB0LYShHDqI/TlRAiPZcWkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Dria_eb_KFk/s1600/bebe+negro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XB0LYShHDqI/TlRAiPZcWkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Dria_eb_KFk/s320/bebe+negro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;"Se for para esquentar, que seja no sol;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se for para enganar, que seja o estômago;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se for para chorar, que chore de alegria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se for para mentir, que seja a idade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se for para roubar, que se roube um beijo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se for para perder, que se perca o medo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se for para cair, que seja na gandaia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se existe guerra, que seja de travesseiros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se existe fome, que seja de amor; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Se for para ser feliz, que seja o tempo todo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje acordei inspirada e pensativa... Pensando principalmente em como a gente tem a mania de complicar as coisas. A vida pode ser bem mais simples do que nos ensinaram, a felicidade pode estar bem mais perto do que pensamos, dentro de cada um de nós, &lt;em&gt;"cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz de ser feliz..."&lt;/em&gt; Não&amp;nbsp;foi isso que nos ensinou e cantou o poeta? Busquemos a nossa felicidade hoje, com o que temos e com o que já conquistamos... Pra quê esperar para amanhã? A vida é agora!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Beijos inspirados! Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-3545092560734164540?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3545092560734164540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/08/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3545092560734164540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3545092560734164540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/08/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XB0LYShHDqI/TlRAiPZcWkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Dria_eb_KFk/s72-c/bebe+negro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6244810335030005594</id><published>2011-08-01T16:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:53:38.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBREVIVENDO COM LOBOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esZICe66LiU/Tjb-DYmiwdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YNc_aXLVq1c/s1600/lobos.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esZICe66LiU/Tjb-DYmiwdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YNc_aXLVq1c/s320/lobos.gif" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;As turmas de CA tiveram mais uma sessão de cinema e o filme visto comoveu a todos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"Sobrevivendo com lobos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O filme se passa em Bruxelas, capital da Bélgica no ano de 1942&amp;nbsp; e retrata um dos episódios mais tristes da História: o holocausto.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Como personagem principal temos a&amp;nbsp;menina Misha, de apenas&amp;nbsp;sete anos de idade, que após ter seus pais presos pelos nazist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;as, começa&amp;nbsp;uma fuga&amp;nbsp;desesperada para escapar da morte&amp;nbsp;e encontrar seus pais. Misha se vê sozinha e perdida, passa por situações inimagináveis para uma criança da sua idade: fome, medo e solidão. Mas a história muda quando Misha se depara&amp;nbsp; com uma família de lobos que a adota. Um amor único e uma amizade&amp;nbsp;poderosa se desenvolve entre a menina e seus protetores. Misha passa por muitos episódios – alguns trágicos, alguns engraçados – mas todos intensamente comoventes. Os lobos vão ajudar a menina a sobreviver e dar-lhe forças para continuar sua missão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que tal postar aqui no blog a parte do filme que mais chamou a sua atenção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Aguardo seu comentário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdXA76rAIzA/TjcDm5f6plI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qaI23xw6YtI/s1600/LOBOS+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdXA76rAIzA/TjcDm5f6plI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qaI23xw6YtI/s320/LOBOS+1.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&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/3658904268957031675-6244810335030005594?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6244810335030005594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/08/sobrevivendo-com-lobos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6244810335030005594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6244810335030005594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/08/sobrevivendo-com-lobos.html' title='SOBREVIVENDO COM LOBOS'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esZICe66LiU/Tjb-DYmiwdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YNc_aXLVq1c/s72-c/lobos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5300665110751681407</id><published>2011-07-22T17:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:47:07.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Supérfulo Necessário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljl57DK2gdI/TinZXR1fb9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-WNOYvKpn1c/s1600/amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljl57DK2gdI/TinZXR1fb9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-WNOYvKpn1c/s320/amizade.jpg" t$="true" width="199px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Revendo meus escritos da pós graduação hoje, encontrei um texto de Michel Maffesoli, intitulado "No fundo das aparências", resolvi reler e a leitura me trouxe muitas sensaçõe novas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;reafirmou a minha certeza de que o mundo e as pessoas carecem de poesia, no sentido mais simples de seu significado "arte de nos emocionar, tocar sentimentos, sugerir emoções..." Estamos sérios demais, ocupados demais, deprimidos demais, fechados ao nosso corre-corre de cada dia e nos deixando levar por todas essas "novidades" da pós modernidade. Fechados na nossa solidão/ilusão de internautas, acreditamos que estamos usufruindo de todas os benefícios da vida moderna, mas nos esquecemos de apertar a mão dos amigos, tomar café juntos, fazer visitas, olhar nos olhos e não apenas mandar torpedos ou e-mails. A tecnologia tem tornado as relações cada vez mais impessoais. Como dizia meu adorável Zeca Baleiro: eu não espero mais um amigo pra o chá das cinco, mas para o "chat" das cinco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como fugir das armadilhas do mundo moderno? Invoco Michel Maffesoli (sociólogo francês e um dos fundadores da sociologia do cotidiano), &lt;em&gt;"a solução parece estar nas práticas cotidianas que nos permitem viver o supérfulo necessário ou a cultura do sentimento, que se referem à valores que correspondem à socialidade e a solidariedade de base, que evidenciam a permanência de valores tradicionais que não foram desestruturados com a modernização."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Supérfulo necessário"! Acho genial!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim amigos, para escaparmos do horror da modernidade, sugiro que não deixemos de criar nossos lugares de socialidade, que garantam espaço para o "estar-junto", para a poesia e para a imaginação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Beijos, Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-5300665110751681407?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5300665110751681407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/superfulo-necessario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5300665110751681407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5300665110751681407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/superfulo-necessario.html' title='Supérfulo Necessário'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljl57DK2gdI/TinZXR1fb9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-WNOYvKpn1c/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5704486750289583297</id><published>2011-06-01T23:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:28:26.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Revolução Francesa (Trabalho CA3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/_Ikn2_pt_Ys/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ikn2_pt_Ys&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ikn2_pt_Ys&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vídeo modelo para o trabalho ilustrado sobre a Revolução Francesa.&lt;br /&gt;Queridos, esse vídeo serve de modelo para o trabalho que vocês deverão entregar dia 14/06.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5704486750289583297?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5704486750289583297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/06/revolucao-francesa-trabalho-ca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5704486750289583297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5704486750289583297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/06/revolucao-francesa-trabalho-ca.html' title='A Revolução Francesa (Trabalho CA3)'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5186060719171190297</id><published>2011-05-21T14:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:03:19.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Inconfidência Mineira (Paródia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/XDPv0Ph2yVU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XDPv0Ph2yVU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XDPv0Ph2yVU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Queridos, aí está o vídeo que servirá como modelo para o nosso trabalho de paródias sobre a Revolução Francesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link para o trabalho- A Revolução Francesa: &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/_Ikn2_pt_Ys"&gt;http://youtu.be/_Ikn2_pt_Ys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5186060719171190297?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5186060719171190297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/05/inconfidencia-mineira-parodia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5186060719171190297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5186060719171190297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/05/inconfidencia-mineira-parodia.html' title='A Inconfidência Mineira (Paródia)'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-9124782405520449025</id><published>2011-05-01T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:23:04.002-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem construiu Tebas e Águas Claras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByRX0mmQWfM/Tb3x6_mSolI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cFgehkj4faY/s1600/FOTO+TRABALHADORES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByRX0mmQWfM/Tb3x6_mSolI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cFgehkj4faY/s320/FOTO+TRABALHADORES.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perguntas de um Operário Letrado (Bertold Brecht)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quem construiu Tebas, a das sete portas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Nos livros vem o nome dos reis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Mas foram os reis que transportaram as pedras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Babilónia, tantas vezes destruída,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quem outras tantas a reconstruiu? Em que casas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Da Lima Dourada moravam seus obreiros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;No dia em que ficou pronta a Muralha da China para onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Foram os seus pedreiros? A grande Roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Está cheia de arcos de triunfo. Quem os ergueu? Sobre quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Triunfaram os Césares? A tão cantada Bizâncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sò tinha palácios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Para os seus habitantes? Até a legendária Atlântida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Na noite em que o mar a engoliu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Viu afogados gritar por seus escravos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;O jovem Alexandre conquistou as Indias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sózinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;César venceu os gauleses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Nem sequer tinha um cozinheiro ao seu serviço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quando a sua armada se afundou Filipe de Espanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Chorou. E ninguém mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Frederico II ganhou a guerra dos sete anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quem mais a ganhou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Em cada página uma vitòria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quem cozinhava os festins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Em cada década um grande homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quem pagava as despesas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tantas histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quantas perguntas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Minha cidade cresce à todo vapor. A cada dia me surpreendo quando, de repente, um prédio novo desponta no ar. São pédios luxuosos, de vinte, trinta andares... E eles aparecem numa velocidade surpreendente, quando você menos espera, pronto, onde não havia nada, agora habita inúmeras vidas, famílias, histórias e sonhos... E diante da beleza, do luxo e da modernidade, muitas vezes nos esquecemos que cada viga, cada azulejo foram levantados por uma mão calejada, um olhar esperançoso e um rosto cansado! Quando me dou ao luxo de chegar do trabalho por volta das cinco da tarde, observo as paradas de ônibus lotadas de trabalhadores voltando para casa após mais um cansativo dia... Intimamente agradeço&amp;nbsp;à cada um deles por terem levantado essa cidade que eu amo tanto e peço à Deus que os abençoe e lhes conceda a visibilidade que nós não os damos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;O poema de Bertold, escrito há quase um século, questiona a história oficial que se só preocupava em estudar a vida dos reis, dos fidalgos e dos homens ditos "ilustres", ou para usar um termo conhecido de quem estudou nos anos 80, "vultos históricos." Mas a história não é feita apenas pelos dominadores, a história é feita por todos nós, homens e mulheres comuns. A história é feita principalmente por aqueles que construíram Tebas e Águas Claras! E é para esses trabalhadores que ergueram nosso e tantos outros países, "no braço" que deixo hoje minha homenagem! PARABÉNS TRABALHADOR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Professora Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-9124782405520449025?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9124782405520449025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/05/quem-construiu-tebas-e-aguas-claras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/9124782405520449025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/9124782405520449025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/05/quem-construiu-tebas-e-aguas-claras.html' title='Quem construiu Tebas e Águas Claras?'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByRX0mmQWfM/Tb3x6_mSolI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cFgehkj4faY/s72-c/FOTO+TRABALHADORES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8487043852903127012</id><published>2011-04-10T14:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:25:56.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores para Realengo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_yH4eYbmtg/TaHe_tbotYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yc6mSIK2EoI/s1600/flores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_yH4eYbmtg/TaHe_tbotYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yc6mSIK2EoI/s320/flores.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Os bons morrem jovens (Renato Russo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;É tão estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Os bons morrem jovens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Assim parece ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Quando me lembro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Que acabou indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Cedo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Quando eu lhe dizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Me apaixono todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;É sempre a pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Você sorriu e disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Eu gosto de você também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Só que você foi embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Cedo demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Eu continuo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Meu trabalho e meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;E me lembro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Em dias assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Dia de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Dia de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;E o que sinto não sei dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Vai com os anjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Vai em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Era assim todo dia de tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A descoberta da amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Até a próxima vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O que dizer sobre ﻿a tragédia que aconteceu na Escola Municipal de Realengo no Rio de Janeiro? Não consigo encontrar palavras para lamentar esse triste episódio. Ficamos com um sentimento enorme de pesar, uma dor no peito e um pedido íntimo à Deus que console essas famílias e dê força para todos os envolvolvidos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Todos os cidadãos brasileiros e em especial nós, da educação, devemos nos unir contra atos tão cruéis e desumanos como esse e trabalhar com nossos alunos valores que há muito estão sendo deixados de lado como o amor ao próximo, a solidariedade, a justiça social e o respeito a vida em todas as circunstâncias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sobre o jovem que cometeu tamanha crueldade, só posso dizer que, "não se nasce monstro, torna-se monstro."&amp;nbsp;A menos que seja&amp;nbsp;um caso de psicopatia grave, ao que tudo indica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas se for desvio comportamental,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;será que a escola, e quando digo escola, me refiro ao sistema educacional como um todo, não errou com esse aluno? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Como nós podemos evitar a formação de monstros? A única resposta que me vem&amp;nbsp;à mente agora é trabalhando incansavelmente valores, virtudes, a fim de&amp;nbsp;contribuir para que&amp;nbsp;nossos alunos sejam mais GENTE!&amp;nbsp;Gente que&amp;nbsp;se preocupa com gente, que ama gente, que respeita gente! Acho que é esse o nosso papel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Adeus crianças! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/zDeQ538FAZM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDeQ538FAZM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDeQ538FAZM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8487043852903127012?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8487043852903127012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/04/flores-para-realengo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8487043852903127012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8487043852903127012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/04/flores-para-realengo.html' title='Flores para Realengo'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_yH4eYbmtg/TaHe_tbotYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yc6mSIK2EoI/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8551982266465853378</id><published>2011-03-29T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:04:46.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um adeus poético a José Alencar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epitáfio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda correm lágrimas pelos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teus grisalhos, tristes cabelos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na terra vã desintegrados, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em pequenas flores tornados. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os dias estás vivo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na soledade pensativa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ó simples alma grave e pura, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livre de qualquer sepultura! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não sou mais do que a menina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a tua antiga sorte ensina. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E caminhamos de mão dada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelas praias da madrugada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Cecília Meireles, in 'Poemas (1942-1959)' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGxGSJN3MQI/TZJyLq7-K5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/O6OrXhlc67c/s1600/jos%25C3%25A9+alencar+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGxGSJN3MQI/TZJyLq7-K5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/O6OrXhlc67c/s320/jos%25C3%25A9+alencar+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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left: 445px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 66px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8551982266465853378?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8551982266465853378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-adeus-poetico-jose-alencar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8551982266465853378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8551982266465853378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-adeus-poetico-jose-alencar.html' title='Um adeus poético a José Alencar'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGxGSJN3MQI/TZJyLq7-K5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/O6OrXhlc67c/s72-c/jos%25C3%25A9+alencar+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8061033722173694992</id><published>2011-03-29T20:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:32:39.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus José Alencar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByHK6PBlhaE/TZJqcYhv0BI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X0lER76y89M/s1600/jos%25C3%25A9+alencar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByHK6PBlhaE/TZJqcYhv0BI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X0lER76y89M/s320/jos%25C3%25A9+alencar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Morreu hoje aos 79 anos o vice-presidente mais carismático que o Brasil já teve. Oriundo de uma família pobre, Alencar provou que é possível superar os obstáculos que a vida nos impõe com trabalho e otimismo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Alencar deixará para sempre uma mensagem de coragem, esperança e amor pela vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que os anjos o recebam de braços abertos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8061033722173694992?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8061033722173694992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/adeus-jose-alencar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8061033722173694992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8061033722173694992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/adeus-jose-alencar.html' title='Adeus José Alencar!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByHK6PBlhaE/TZJqcYhv0BI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X0lER76y89M/s72-c/jos%25C3%25A9+alencar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3609474827753401775</id><published>2011-03-23T22:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:46:51.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Contador de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Aqn_jO_HAM?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;As turmas de aceleração tiveram a oportunidade de assistir ao maravilhoso filme: "O contador de histórias" e estão realizando uma redação sobre o filme. Estou gostando muito dos resultados. As redações&amp;nbsp; mostram que os alunos realmente apreenderam o sentido do filme e se sensibilizaram com&amp;nbsp;a história de Roberto, que se parece com tantas histórias, ora vividas, ora conhecidas por eles. Estamos prontos para dar&amp;nbsp;início ao trabalho com o Memorial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Agora serão vocês&amp;nbsp; que contarão as suas memórias.&amp;nbsp;Tenho certeza que iremos nos emocionar com a história de vida de vocês! Vamos começar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-3609474827753401775?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3609474827753401775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-contador-de-historias-trailer-final.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3609474827753401775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3609474827753401775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-contador-de-historias-trailer-final.html' title='O Contador de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1Aqn_jO_HAM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6939587862811883381</id><published>2011-03-23T21:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:12:32.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O CONTADOR DE HISTÓRIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VQQeYWfcwRs/TYqK543tgiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SlNGl8iqZDo/s1600/oROBERTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VQQeYWfcwRs/TYqK543tgiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SlNGl8iqZDo/s320/oROBERTO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Roberto Carlos Ramos nasceu em uma favela de Belo Horizonte, era o filho caçula de uma família de dez irmãos. Aos seis anos de idade foi ‘escolhido’ pela mãe para ser interno em uma instituição oficial, a antiga FEBEM. Roberto logo aprendeu as leis da sobrevivência na instituição: conviveu com a violência, maus tratos e desprezo.&amp;nbsp; Aos 13 anos, ainda analfabeto, depois de mais de 100 tentativas de fuga, separado da família, Roberto&amp;nbsp;é visto como ‘irrecuperável’. Até&amp;nbsp;o dia em que a pedagoga francesa Margherit Duvas (Maria de Medeiros) aproxima-se de Roberto com duas expressões que jamais lhe foram dirigidas – ‘com licença’ e ‘por favor’. Este foi o começo de uma emocionante e bem-sucedida história de afeto e dedicação. Margherit deu a Roberto o que ele mais precisava: carinho e confiança. Hoje Roberto Carlos Ramos&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;formado em pedagogia e é considerado um dos melhores contadores de história do mundo. Depois de formado, voltou à instituição em que cresceu – mas como professor. E já adotou mais de 20 meninos de rua, muitos, de início, ‘irrecuperáveis’, como ele foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinema.uol.com.br/ultnot/multi/2009/06/08/04023262C0B93346.jhtm?trailer-do-filme-o-contador-de-historias-04023262C0B93346"&gt;Trailer do fime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-6939587862811883381?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6939587862811883381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-contador-de-historias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6939587862811883381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6939587862811883381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-contador-de-historias.html' title='O CONTADOR DE HISTÓRIAS'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VQQeYWfcwRs/TYqK543tgiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SlNGl8iqZDo/s72-c/oROBERTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8108004183449310167</id><published>2011-03-08T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:26:36.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS MULHER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sabetudo.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Dia_Internacional_Da_Mulher_8_De_Mar%C3%A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" id="il_fi" src="http://www.sabetudo.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Dia_Internacional_Da_Mulher_8_De_Mar%C3%A7o.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8108004183449310167?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8108004183449310167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/parabens-mulher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8108004183449310167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8108004183449310167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/parabens-mulher.html' title='PARABÉNS MULHER!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4486994127791574158</id><published>2011-03-07T18:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:21:01.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CARNAVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img height="339" id="il_fi" src="http://www.galeriaaberta.com/militao_santos/slides/Carnaval%20de%20Rua.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Influenciado pelas festas carnavalescas que aconteciam na Europa, o carnaval chegou ao Brasil por volta do século XVII&amp;nbsp;. Personagens como a colombina, o pierrô e o Rei Momo foram incorporados ao carnaval brasileiro, embora sejam de origem européia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os primeiros blocos carnavalescos começaram a aparecer&amp;nbsp; no final do século XIX. As pessoas se fantasiavam, decoravam seus carros e, em grupos, desfilavam pelas ruas das cidades. Pode estar ai a origem dos carros alegóricos, típicos das escolas de samba atuais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Com o passar do tempo, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;carnaval foi crescendo e tornando-se cada vez mais uma festa popular. Além dos carros alegóricos, as marchinhas carnavalescas deixavam o carnaval cada vez mais animado. Quem na nossa faixa-etária nunca dançou ao som de &lt;em&gt;"olha a cabeleira do Zezé..."&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;"se você pensa que cachaça é água..." &lt;/em&gt;Mas as marchinhas foram aos poucos dando lugar aos samba-enredo das escolas de samba e ao&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;axé-music &lt;/em&gt;mega trio-elétricos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criada pelo sambista carioca chamado Ismael Silva, a&amp;nbsp;primeira escola de samba surgiu no Rio de Janeiro e chamava-se Deixa Falar, transformando-se, anos mais tarde, na escola de samba Estácio de Sá. A partir dai o carnaval de rua começa a ganhar um novo formato.&amp;nbsp;Surgem novas escolas de samba no Rio de Janeiro e em São Paulo e começam os primeiros campeonatos para verificar qual escola de samba era mais bonita e animada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O espetáculo do Rio de Janeiro e São Paulo é realmente fabuloso, mas para mim, o melhor carnaval é o carnaval de rua, aquele em que as pessoas colocavam uma fantasia e saíam por aí, levando alegria e sonhos... Pena que esses blocos estão ficando cada vez mais raros... No centro-oeste então, nem se fala...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, para muitos, resta&amp;nbsp;assistir pela televisão aos diferentes carnavais: Rio, São Paulo, Olinda, Salvador e esperar a quarta-feira de cinzas onde todos, independente da classe social, voltam para a vida real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos, Eliene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4486994127791574158?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4486994127791574158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4486994127791574158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4486994127791574158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval.html' title='CARNAVAL'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5197526966337283604</id><published>2011-02-21T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:56:05.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRV5DrxKIK8/TWLd3iXb5VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KkDIblF7aPQ/s1600/beb%25C3%25AA.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRV5DrxKIK8/TWLd3iXb5VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KkDIblF7aPQ/s320/beb%25C3%25AA.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ser negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ser negro é ter uma identidade mundial desfeita em cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ser negro é ter história, memória, um modo de ver, sentir e viver o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ser negro é lutar, festejar a liberdade, aquilombar-se sempre diante da opressão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;da desigualdade, do cinismo e do racismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ser negro no Brasil, ou em qualquer outro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;é sangue, suor e sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Filhos do sol, quizumbeiros, religiosos, festeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Dignos herdeiros da força vital que recria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;na dimensão da palavra escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;o que é ser negro nos dias de hoje e em todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ser negro, tornar-se identidade e fazermo-nos poesia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;(O negro em versos, Luís Carlos dos Santos (org.))&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/3658904268957031675-5197526966337283604?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5197526966337283604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/ser-negro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5197526966337283604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5197526966337283604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/ser-negro.html' title='Ser negro'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRV5DrxKIK8/TWLd3iXb5VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KkDIblF7aPQ/s72-c/beb%25C3%25AA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4974665605064293621</id><published>2011-02-08T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:44:13.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A procura da felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TVFFTxdvtCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Fve-eNichwU/s1600/a-procura-da-felicidade08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TVFFTxdvtCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Fve-eNichwU/s320/a-procura-da-felicidade08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O flme "A procura da felicidade" exibido ontem na Rede Globo, baseia-se em fatos reais e conta a história de&amp;nbsp;Chris Garner, um vendedor muito pobre de São Francisco e seu filho Christopher de apenas 5 anos. Após ser abandonado pela mulher, Chris tem que criar o seu filho sozinho e provar para ele que a procura pela felicidade deve ser uma busca incansável.&amp;nbsp;Mesmo passando por dificuldades inimagináveis para uma criança, Chris não deixa que o seu filho perca as esperanças e nem a dignidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;O filme é sobretudo uma história de amor e nos leva a refletir sobre a capacidade que cada um de nós temos de superar os obstáculos que a vida inevitavelmente nos impõe e buscar, de toda maneira, a nossa felicidade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu indico o filme para meus alunos que ainda não assistiram... Uma história tão parecida com a de inúmeras crianças e pais que, apesar de tudo, sabem que viver vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beijos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4974665605064293621?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4974665605064293621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/procura-da-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4974665605064293621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4974665605064293621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/procura-da-felicidade.html' title='A procura da felicidade...'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TVFFTxdvtCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Fve-eNichwU/s72-c/a-procura-da-felicidade08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4117106912755042291</id><published>2011-01-24T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:19:51.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita de Ano Novo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TT2p3X7-2wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tQlFBjpvt3c/s1600/PEDRA+AZUL+MG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TT2p3X7-2wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tQlFBjpvt3c/s320/PEDRA+AZUL+MG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Parque da Pedra Azul- ES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;"...Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não precisa chorar de arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nem parvamente acreditar que por decreto da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a partir de Janeiro as coisas mudem e seja claridade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;recompensa, justiça entre os homens (..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para ganhar um ano-novo que mereça este nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;você, meu caro, tem que merecê-lo, tem de fazê-lo novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu sei que não é fácil mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;(Carlos Dummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um maravilhoso Ano Novo para você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Após qu&lt;/span&gt;ase um mês fora de Brasília﻿ e literalmente de férias, estou de volta à minha belíssima cidade e ao trabalho no Prodequi. Viajar é muito bom, mas sempre falo que o melhor mesmo é voltar para a casa, a nossa casa! Estou muito feliz com o retorno após uma viagem maravilhosa pelo Sudeste brasileiro. Belas estradas, natureza exuberante, lindas praias... Daqui a duas semanas recomeçam as aulas: caras novas, novos projetos e novas experiências. Aliás, a beleza da vida está justamente nisso: "ainda não fomos terminados," como dizia o mestre Guimarães Rosa. Tudo muda à todo instante, e a cada mudança, um novo desafio e uma nova esperança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;É muito bom estar de volta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz 2011!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4117106912755042291?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4117106912755042291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/receita-de-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4117106912755042291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4117106912755042291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/receita-de-ano-novo.html' title='Receita de Ano Novo!!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TT2p3X7-2wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tQlFBjpvt3c/s72-c/PEDRA+AZUL+MG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6302676161063397237</id><published>2010-12-21T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:09:15.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TRCmvUORWjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2IClcVbL9W4/s320/natal.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;É Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Tempo de fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Felicidade nos corações humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Esperança de dias melhores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Inspirações de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Família reunida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;União cristã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Encontros acontecendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Festa preparada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Estrela brilhando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Cristo nascendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Tempo preparado, para vê-lo chegar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Céu aplaudindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Caminhos se abrindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Vida florindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Mundo sorrindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Fraternidade se manifestando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Gente perdoando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Mãos se juntando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Humanidade agradecendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Tudo é prece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;E momento de paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Ele veio para nos salvar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Por isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;É Natal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL e UM ANO NOVO DE MUITA PAZ e SUCESSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;ABRAÇOS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-6302676161063397237?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6302676161063397237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6302676161063397237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6302676161063397237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TRCmvUORWjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2IClcVbL9W4/s72-c/natal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3492918043921396913</id><published>2010-12-05T14:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:02:03.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrava Anastácia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media03-ak.vivastreet.com/classifieds/6e/c/16146485/large/1.jpg?dt=d50754a0dd1658f424acd6aca71c4d12" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="vs_image_viewer" src="http://media03-ak.vivastreet.com/classifieds/6e/c/16146485/large/1.jpg?dt=d50754a0dd1658f424acd6aca71c4d12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;Queridos alunos, percebo que a história da Escrava Anastácia os impressionou muito! É realmente uma história assustadora! Lenda ou realidade, o fato é que os sofrimentos que viveu a escrava ilustram&amp;nbsp;como foi a vida dos negros no Brasil colonial e imperial. A violência física, sexual e moral eram rotina na vida dessas pessoas que tiveram sua liberdade e sua vida solapadas por um sistema cruel e desumano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;Como o negro sofreu em nosso e diversos outros países... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;Pesquisar a história dos negros que apesar de tudo deram a volta por cima e lutaram contra todas essas desumanidades foi muito importante para nós! Precisamos dar visibilidade à essas pessoas que lutaram e até hoje lutam por um país livre da discriminação e do racismo! Gostei muito dos trabalhos de vocês, mostraram maturidade e sensibilidade para lidar com um tema tão importante e delicado como esse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;Que a partir de agora nós possamos levar adiante essa bandeira da luta contra toda forma de discriminação e racismo ainda presentes em nossa sociedade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Um poquinho da história de Anastácia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A existência da escrava Anastácia é colocada em dúvida pelos estudiosos do assunto, já que não existem provas materiais da mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Seu culto foi iniciado em 1968, quando numa exposição da Igreja do Rosário do Rio de Janeiro em homenagem aos 80 anos da Abolição, foi exposto um desenho de Étienne Victor Arago representando uma escrava do século XVIII que usava Máscara de Flandres que permitia á pessoa enxergar e respirar, sem, contudo, levar alimento á boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;No imaginário popular, a Escrava Anastácia era uma escrava de linda e rara beleza, que chamava atenção de qualquer homem. Ela era curandeira, ajudava os doentes, e com suas mãos, fazia verdadeiros milagres. Por se negar a ir para a cama com seu senhor e se manter virgem, apanhou muito e foi sentenciada a usar uma máscara de ferro por toda a vida, sem poder beber e nem comer nada, e ainda sendo espancada, o que a fez durar pouco tempo, tempo esse que sofreu verdadeiros martírios. Quando Anastácia morreu, seu rosto estava todo deformado. Escrava Anastácia é respeitada e cultuada tanto no Brasil quanto na África. (Fonte: Wilkipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-3492918043921396913?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3492918043921396913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/escrava-anastacia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3492918043921396913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3492918043921396913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/escrava-anastacia.html' title='Escrava Anastácia'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4771205933114607576</id><published>2010-11-21T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:21:13.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSCIÊNCIA NEGRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOmnj4u5coI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dhmqwpdHqAs/s1600/NEGROS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOmnj4u5coI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dhmqwpdHqAs/s320/NEGROS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;20 de Novembro no Brasil comemoramos o Dia da Consciência Negra. Celebrada em todo o país, a data &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foi escolhida por coincidir com o dia da morte de Zumbi dos Palmares, em 1695&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns temas de suma importância para a sociedade brasileira como a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inserção do negro no mercado de trabalho, cotas universitárias, a discriminação, o racismo e o preconceito, a autoestima negra são debatidos nesse dia, evidenciando a importância da mobilização e luta contra as desigualdades de oportunidades entre negros e brancos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Pessoas que se destacaram na luta em favor do povo negro são lembradas e cultuadas como ícones de resistência ao preconceito e discriminação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A data é também festiva! Em diversas regiões do país a cultura negra é relembrada e reverenciada como berço de toda a cultura brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Em sala de aula tivemos a oportunidade de conhecer diversas personalidades negras, pessoas ilustres, verdadeiros heróis, muitas vezes esquecidos pela nossa historiografia oficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;Que tal falar um pouco aqui no blog sobre essas e tantas outras pessoas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Inicio falando sobre um ator muito conhecido de todos: Lázaro Ramos, que além de excelente ator, leva sempre uma mensagem de igualdade racial em seus trabalhos&lt;/span&gt;. VALEU LÁZARO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOmotXk4p0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XtYDFfDqSLw/s1600/Lazaro-Ramos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOmotXk4p0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XtYDFfDqSLw/s1600/Lazaro-Ramos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4771205933114607576?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4771205933114607576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/consciencia-negra.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4771205933114607576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4771205933114607576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/consciencia-negra.html' title='CONSCIÊNCIA NEGRA'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOmnj4u5coI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dhmqwpdHqAs/s72-c/NEGROS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1784144148715808475</id><published>2010-11-16T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:44:22.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proclamação da República: Uma visão crítica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOMGxsQu7MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/bC1lbcmzBkc/s1600/Proclama%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+da+rep%25C3%25BAblica+eliene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOMGxsQu7MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/bC1lbcmzBkc/s320/Proclama%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+da+rep%25C3%25BAblica+eliene.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;Proclamação da República marcou o fim do Império no Brasil após 67 anos. No imaginário popular está a imagem do marechal Deodoro da Fonseca (1827-1892), como a figura central, o representante maior dos ideais de liberdade associados ao novo período. Entretanto, a&amp;nbsp;instauração do novo modo de governo decorre de um processo histórico que desencadeou uma série de fatores que contribuíram para criar um cenário propício à República. Diversos fatores e agentes&amp;nbsp;tiveram &amp;nbsp;importante função no gradativo enfraquecimento da Monarquia, dentre eles podemos citar abolição da escravidão, a oposição dos proprietários de terra, os desentendimentos entre D. Pedro e a Igreja Católica, dentre outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Em 14 de novembro de 1889, os republicanos fizeram circular o boato de que o governo imperial havia mandado prender Deodoro e o tenente-coronel Benjamin Constant, líder dos oficiais republicanos. O objetivo era instigar o marechal, um militar de prestígio, a comandar um golpe contra a monarquia. Deu certo: no dia 15, ele reuniu algumas tropas, que em seguida rumaram para o centro do Rio de Janeiro e depuseram os ministros de dom Pedro II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O Imperador, que estava em Petrópolis, a 72 quilômetros do Rio de Janeiro, retornou para a capital na tentativa de formar um novo ministério. Mas, ao receber um comunicado dos golpistas informando sobre a proclamação da República e pedindo que deixasse o país, não ofereceu resistência e partiu para a Europa. Tamanho era o temor de que o Império pudesse ser restaurado que o banimento da família real durou décadas: apenas em 1921 os herdeiros diretos do imperador deposto foram finalmente autorizados a pisar em solo brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No dia fatídico,&amp;nbsp;Deodoro da Fonseca&amp;nbsp;saiu de casa praticamente carregado por seus companheiros -&amp;nbsp;o Marechal&amp;nbsp;estava doente, com problemas respiratórios. Cavalgou quase a contragosto, ameaçado pela ideia de que o governo imperial, ao saber dos boatos sobre a proclamação, pretendesse reorganizar a Guarda Nacional e fortalecer a polícia do Rio de Janeiro para se contrapor ao Exército. Foi o republicano José do Patrocínio que, horas mais tarde, dirigiu-se à Câmara dos Vereadores do Rio de Janeiro, presidindo o ato solene de proclamação da República. Deodoro, a essa altura, estaria em casa, possivelmente assinando a carta que chegaria a seu amigo pessoal, o imperador Pedro II, informando, com grande pesar, o banimento da família real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(Texto adaptado da Revista Nova Escola- Disponivel no site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revistaescola.abril.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.revistaescola.abril.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOMIkwVPYmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2GWehD_U8Aw/s1600/jos%25C3%25A9+do+patroc%25C3%25ADnio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOMIkwVPYmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2GWehD_U8Aw/s1600/jos%25C3%25A9+do+patroc%25C3%25ADnio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;José do Patrocínio (Uma das figuras mais importantes do movimento abolicionista do Brasil e participou da Proclamação da República)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-1784144148715808475?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1784144148715808475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/proclamacao-da-republica-uma-visao.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1784144148715808475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1784144148715808475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/proclamacao-da-republica-uma-visao.html' title='A Proclamação da República: Uma visão crítica'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TOMGxsQu7MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/bC1lbcmzBkc/s72-c/Proclama%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+da+rep%25C3%25BAblica+eliene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4379650142592776673</id><published>2010-11-10T15:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:35:49.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Buarque e Pablo Milanés</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;"&gt;Como sou fã de música cubana e amo de paixão o Chico Buarque, resolvi trazer hoje pra vocês essa brilhante parceria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;"&gt;Pablo Milanés é um cantor, compositor e guitarrista cubano, que traduz em suas&amp;nbsp;melodias toda a beleza da música cubana, além de um&amp;nbsp;importante engajamento político.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;"E quem garante que a história é uma carroça abandonada numa beira de estrada ou numa estação inglória? A história é um carro alegre, cheio de um povo contente que atropela indiferente todo aquele que a negue..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;(Chico Buarque e Pablo Milanés)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/aNzL2KEgPlI/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNzL2KEgPlI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNzL2KEgPlI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"&gt;(Chico Buarque e Pablo Milanês)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/3658904268957031675-4379650142592776673?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4379650142592776673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/chico-buarque-e-pablo-milanes-cantam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4379650142592776673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4379650142592776673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/chico-buarque-e-pablo-milanes-cantam.html' title='Chico Buarque e Pablo Milanés'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4260572718079918457</id><published>2010-11-01T09:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:53:32.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOM DILMAS, BRASIL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TM6zBYJnxHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0FmNMphG9Lc/s1600/dilma0036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TM6zBYJnxHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0FmNMphG9Lc/s320/dilma0036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ontem, dia 31 de outubro de 2010, os brasileiros elegeram a primeira mulher Presidente da República no Brasil: Dilma Vana Rousseff, foi eleita para o período de 2010 a 2014. Economista, ex-ministra de Minas e Energia e da Casa Civil do governo Lula, Dilma do PT atingiu 55,43% dos votos válidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;A eleição de Dilma Rousseff é um marco político comemorado por diversas organizações sociais e movimentos feministas e mostra que é possível sim, que as mulheres tenham representação em diferentes espaços sociais e políticos, algo fundamental num país em que a participação de mulheres sempre foi inferior à masculina nos principais cargos de decisão. A partir da eleição de Dilma, espera-se novas ações no sentido de promover políticas públicas para mulheres que sofrem o preconceito de gênero, ainda latente em nosso país. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;vitória de Dilma, a meu ver, é repleta de simbolismos&amp;nbsp;e também reflete um outro avanço: Trata-se da sucessão de Lula , um ex-operário, de origem pobre e nordestino. Agora elegemos uma mulher. Isso mostra que o povo brasileiro está abrindo espaço para uma nova configuração de poder que não contemple apenas a elite política e patriarcal, tão característica do coronelismo. Na escolha do nosso representante maior, primeiro superamos o preconceito social e de origem e agora o preconceito de gênero. Um bom sinal para um país multicultural, multirracial e agora também, multifacetado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TM64JYx1ufI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ir7XsZGCMU4/s1600/dilma+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TM64JYx1ufI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ir7XsZGCMU4/s320/dilma+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bom Dilmas, Brasil!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Com muita esperança no coração de que o nosso país continue melhorando e dando atenção àqueles que&amp;nbsp; mais precisam!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Abr@ços"&gt;Abr@ços&lt;/a&gt;, Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4260572718079918457?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4260572718079918457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/bom-dilmas-brasil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4260572718079918457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4260572718079918457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/bom-dilmas-brasil.html' title='BOM DILMAS, BRASIL!!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TM6zBYJnxHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0FmNMphG9Lc/s72-c/dilma0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3557981958914332531</id><published>2010-10-16T16:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:29:25.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns professor!! Por D. Pedro II...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TLn8UaiHyKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gmbA9iOGYqU/s1600/Dom_Pedro_II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TLn8UaiHyKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gmbA9iOGYqU/s320/Dom_Pedro_II.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se eu não fosse imperador, desejaria ser professor. Não conheço missão maior e mais nobre que a de dirigir as inteligências jovens e preparar os homens do futuro!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(D. Pedro II)&lt;/em&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/3658904268957031675-3557981958914332531?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3557981958914332531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/parabens-professor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3557981958914332531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3557981958914332531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/parabens-professor.html' title='Parabéns professor!! Por D. Pedro II...'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TLn8UaiHyKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gmbA9iOGYqU/s72-c/Dom_Pedro_II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3519965779763345699</id><published>2010-10-10T12:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:23:38.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diga NÃO às drogas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TLHizLn5j9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CwVat5Pt5A8/s1600/turma+da+monica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TLHizLn5j9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CwVat5Pt5A8/s1600/turma+da+monica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Clique aqui: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.monica.com.br/institut/drogas/"&gt;Diga NÃO às drogas!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Queridos alunos! Algo muito triste está acontecendo na nossa cidade: o alto índice de uso de drogas por jovens e crianças! Muitos estão com as suas vidas completamente destruídas por causa das drogas, principalmente o crack, uma droga pesada que pode viciar logo na primeira vez que for experimentada. No início as drogas podem até "dar um barato" mas em pouquíssimo tempo ela pode tomar conta da sua vida e de suas ações, fazendo com que você se torne totalmente dependente dela, um verdadeiro escravo. Por isso, DIGA NÃO ÀS DROGAS!!&amp;nbsp; Ajudem seus colegas que estão nessa situação com carinho, conselhos e solidariedade! Se você souber que alguém está oferecendo drogas na escola ou na comunidade, fale para seus pais, professores, SEJAMOS ALIADOS NA PREVENÇÃO AO USO DE DROGAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NÃO ACEITEM, NÃO EXPERIMENTEM&amp;nbsp; E NÃO SEJAM CÚMPLICES DA VENDA DE DROGAS EM NOSSA COMUNIDADE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ESTAMOS JUNTOS NESSA LUTA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Abr@ços"&gt;Abr@ços&lt;/a&gt;, Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-3519965779763345699?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3519965779763345699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/diga-nao-as-drogas.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3519965779763345699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3519965779763345699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/diga-nao-as-drogas.html' title='Diga NÃO às drogas!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TLHizLn5j9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CwVat5Pt5A8/s72-c/turma+da+monica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8274998700195860121</id><published>2010-10-04T22:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:21:51.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TKp4shPSU7I/AAAAAAAAANo/uUMStcnD0lQ/s1600/Buenos+Aires+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TKp4shPSU7I/AAAAAAAAANo/uUMStcnD0lQ/s320/Buenos+Aires+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meninos, a capital da Argentina é linda! O antigo e o moderno dão&amp;nbsp;um tom de romantismo e o clima frio, aquecido com os muitos cafés que se espalham pela cidade, tornam o passeio ainda mais aconchegante e inesquecível! O monumento que ilustra a foto é o Obelisco, cartão postal e símbolo da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beijos, Eliene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8274998700195860121?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8274998700195860121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/buenos-aires.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8274998700195860121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8274998700195860121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/buenos-aires.html' title='Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TKp4shPSU7I/AAAAAAAAANo/uUMStcnD0lQ/s72-c/Buenos+Aires+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1280343228737627653</id><published>2010-09-22T19:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:55:26.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Maia  "É Primavera... Vai chuva..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/7T4gzCpQKgg/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7T4gzCpQKgg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7T4gzCpQKgg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Amanhã começa a estação mais linda do ano, a primavera!! E Tim Maia&amp;nbsp;cantou a primavera e o amor como ninguém! O blog Paisagens da História dá boas vindas à primavera e ao AMOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Muitas flores pra você!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-1280343228737627653?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1280343228737627653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/tim-maia-e-primavera-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1280343228737627653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1280343228737627653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/tim-maia-e-primavera-te-amo.html' title='Tim Maia  &quot;É Primavera... 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Te amo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJqHHfFGydI/AAAAAAAAANY/DWVH84dpyco/s1600/primavera+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJqHHfFGydI/AAAAAAAAANY/DWVH84dpyco/s320/primavera+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;POEMA DE PRIMAVERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Metamorfose dos encantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Encaixe dos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Delicadezas se ondulam em flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nas asas da imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Seu sorriso, meu disfarce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me perco no equinócio do seu florescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Num canto bem adubado do meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Outra semente germina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pulula em vida pós-inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;De begônias e hortênsias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ornando meu caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quem hibernou, involuntário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ao saltar para a primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Encontra suave brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A refrescar a tez acalorada febrilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Enfim vitória de uma semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;É primavera chegando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A esperança renascendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O colorido tingindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O caminho do passante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Desencasula... para a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Desacrisola... para a maturidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As forças da natureza me deixam e êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Momento de recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Floreça em mim a primavera de minh'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As lágrimas transformem-se em suave brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ou num orvalho manso a regar meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Estação das flores dentro de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Reaja ao inverno sequioso dos sonhos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E brotem novos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Novas forças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nova vontade de sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Caminho lentamente, mas com firmeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Esqueço o que doeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Apago o traço da dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Aborto a palavra saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Construo ruas de felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Onde dançarei a dança da paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Com o arco-iris a brincar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ao vento vão os pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Novos sonhos, novos alentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O tempo... ah, o tempo! Meu íntimo confidente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A primavera me trouxe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Um dia novo está surgindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Um sonho novo me envolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vida nova...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Saúde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Enfim, a primavera me beija a face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Alice Poltronieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJqHblSJD4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Quq8VBbhF6E/s1600/Primavera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJqHblSJD4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Quq8VBbhF6E/s320/Primavera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5038256325307701123?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5038256325307701123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-primavera-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5038256325307701123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5038256325307701123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-primavera-te-amo.html' title='É primavera... Te amo!!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJqHHfFGydI/AAAAAAAAANY/DWVH84dpyco/s72-c/primavera+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6380263382654357882</id><published>2010-09-15T20:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:04:24.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O TOPO DO MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJFOfqkDIlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yC-zhaZTDiI/s1600/DSC04514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJFOfqkDIlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yC-zhaZTDiI/s320/DSC04514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Galera, curtam essa vista maravilhosa! Foi o que eu tive a oportunidade de vislumbrar esse feriado. O local é&amp;nbsp;chamado de&amp;nbsp;"Topo do Mundo". Situado a uma altitude de 1.450m, no alto da cordilheira da Serra da Moeda, em Belo Horizonte. Não tive coragem de voar, mas de tão alto que é o lugar, já parecia que eu estava voando!! Passei horas admirando a natureza e feliz por morar em um país tão abençoado como o nosso!! Diante de uma natureza tão estonteante, só nos resta admirar, respirar um ar puro de montanha e voltar para casa de "alma lavada!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Abraços&amp;nbsp; e beijos!! Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJFQxb2JKuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nO3nRhTqSJ4/s1600/DSC04505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJFQxb2JKuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nO3nRhTqSJ4/s320/DSC04505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3658904268957031675-6380263382654357882?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6380263382654357882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-topo-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6380263382654357882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6380263382654357882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-topo-do-mundo.html' title='O TOPO DO MUNDO'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TJFOfqkDIlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yC-zhaZTDiI/s72-c/DSC04514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5852486945586971632</id><published>2010-09-03T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:54:03.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A INDEPENDÊNCIA DO BRASIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TIFdm4paBpI/AAAAAAAAALo/pfyxEv-PXew/s1600/ogritodaindependencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TIFdm4paBpI/AAAAAAAAALo/pfyxEv-PXew/s320/ogritodaindependencia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No próximo 7 de setembro, comemoramos a Independência do Brasil. Nesta data, no ano de 1822, o Brasil se tornou independente de Portugal, deixamos de ser colônia e nos transformamos num Império, e pasmem: com um rei português. Mesmo assim, a data foi, sem dúvida, um dos momentos mais importantes e gloriosos do país. Por isso, deve ser comemorado não apenas como uma festa mas, sobretudo, como um evento para reflexão sobre os rumos que a nação vem trilhando em sua história desde de 1500, data oficial de seu descobrimento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;É certo que demoramos muito tempo para conquistar a nossa real independência, mas D. Pedro I, às margens do Rio, ou melhor, riacho&amp;nbsp;Ipiranga, deu um importante passo para a nossa soberania, dando início à formação do nosso estado nacional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por isso, comemoremos a data com a certeza que a liberdade é uma das principais conquistas de um povo.&amp;nbsp; INDEPENDÊNCIA OU MORTE!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Como disseram os mineiros: "Liberdade ainda que tardia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial;"&gt;BEIJOS E BOM FERIADO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5852486945586971632?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5852486945586971632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/independencia-do-brasil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5852486945586971632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5852486945586971632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/independencia-do-brasil.html' title='A INDEPENDÊNCIA DO BRASIL'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TIFdm4paBpI/AAAAAAAAALo/pfyxEv-PXew/s72-c/ogritodaindependencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2236040576241388217</id><published>2010-08-27T10:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:41:31.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela Solitária</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/THe8bYF6AYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RPT6iEfafGI/s1600/ESTRELA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/THe8bYF6AYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RPT6iEfafGI/s320/ESTRELA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ontem, voltando para casa após mais um dia de trabalho, passei pelo Centro de Taguatinga e ao parar no semáforo, qual foi a minha surpresa... Uma estrela solitária e militante, entregando panfletos e de bandeira em punho. Num período de banalização das bandeiras, ou melhor, num período onde não temos mais coragem de empunhar uma bandeira em praça pública, ver uma estrela solitária em pleno Centro de Taguatinga me causou emoção e saudade. Saudade dos anos anteriores, quando naquele mesmo semáforo, não víamos uma, mas dezenas de estrelas brilhando e EU ERA UMA DELAS&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; que além de balançar com orgulho nossa bandeira, levava um sorriso sincero e uma esperança enorme no peito. Infelizmente, após tantos escândalos, alianças espúrias e o assassinato da utopia, as bandeiras espontâneas e corajosas não mais nos encantam com o seu balançar, e ficamos a pensar se um dia ainda teremos coragem e vontade de ir para as ruas, lutar pelo que sonhamos e acreditamos... Tudo isso me fez lembrar da música do nosso genial Renato Russo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Até bem pouco tempo atrás, poderíamos mudar o mundo, quem roubou nossa coragem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Apenas um desabafo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Beijos, Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-2236040576241388217?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2236040576241388217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/estrela-solitaria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2236040576241388217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2236040576241388217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/estrela-solitaria.html' title='Estrela Solitária'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/THe8bYF6AYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RPT6iEfafGI/s72-c/ESTRELA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2678730074710164481</id><published>2010-08-13T11:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:29:11.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme O bem amado (trailler)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wVappeMoohE/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVappeMoohE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVappeMoohE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-2678730074710164481?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2678730074710164481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-bem-amado-2010mov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2678730074710164481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2678730074710164481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-bem-amado-2010mov.html' title='Filme O bem amado (trailler)'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2082578724175387460</id><published>2010-08-12T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:30:04.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme: O Bem Amado (Adaptação da obra de Dias Gomes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TGRS-lJuk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1w3pAZFek70/s1600/o+bem+amado+ELIENE.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TGRS-lJuk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1w3pAZFek70/s320/o+bem+amado+ELIENE.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse fim de semana escolhi O Bem Amado para ver no cinema. Programa melhor para mim não existe... Uma pipoca aqui, um chocolate ali e muitas risadas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O filme pode ser encarado como uma metáfora de um Brasil que ainda guarda resquícios do coronelismo e clientelismo oriundos da República Velha. Retrata a cidade fictícia de Sucupira e&amp;nbsp;seu prefeito Odorico Paraguaçu, que tem como promessa de campanha a&amp;nbsp;inauguração de&amp;nbsp;um cemitério na cidade, o que não se concretiza&amp;nbsp;por falta de defunto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do produtor Guel Arraes, o filme conta com o talento de Marcos Nanini&amp;nbsp;, José Wilker, Caio Blat, Mateus Nachtergaele, Tonico Pereira, dentre outros. Sem esquecer das ilárias irmãs cajazeiras: Andréia Beltrão, Drica Morais e Zezé Polessa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A analogia entre a política de Sucupira e o Brasil é bem clara: Roubalheiras, propina, superfaturamento, fraude, mentiras e corrupção. O melhor é que no filme, nós podemos sorrir de tudo isso, mas na vida real tais práticas não têm a menor graça. E é isso que devemos defender nas próximas eleições: Um Brasil bem diferente de Sucupira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Assistam ao filme, é imperdível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Beijos, Prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-2082578724175387460?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2082578724175387460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/filme-o-bem-amado-adaptacao-da-obra-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2082578724175387460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2082578724175387460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/filme-o-bem-amado-adaptacao-da-obra-de.html' title='Filme: O Bem Amado (Adaptação da obra de Dias Gomes)'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TGRS-lJuk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1w3pAZFek70/s72-c/o+bem+amado+ELIENE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6148215189184241354</id><published>2010-08-06T09:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:49:08.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A crise de 1929 nos EUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8S86Zj1kC1s/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8S86Zj1kC1s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8S86Zj1kC1s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ATENÇÃO OITAVAS SÉRIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A crise de 1929, também conhecida como "Quebra da Bolsa de Valores de Nova York" ou ainda "Crack da Bolsa de Valores", não afetou somente os Estados Unidos, local onde ela se originou, mas teve consequências em diversos países do mundo, que de certa forma, dependiam ou mantinham relações comerciais com os Estados Unidos. A economia cafeeira brasileira ficou enormemente prejudicada, pois o Brasil exportava café para os americanos e, de uma hora para outra, perdeu o seu principal comprador. Ninguém esperava que os EUA, país que mais se beneficiou com a vitória dos Aliados na Primeira Guerra Mundial, iria vivenciar uma crise de tamanha proporção... As consequências e desdobramentos dessa crise serão avaliadas por vocês no trabalho bimestral. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para começar, assistam a aula no vídeo acima e façam seus comentários!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Beijos, prof. Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-6148215189184241354?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6148215189184241354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/crise-de-1929-e-suas-consequencias-para.html#comment-form' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6148215189184241354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6148215189184241354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/crise-de-1929-e-suas-consequencias-para.html' title='A crise de 1929 nos EUA'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-7115020804597971521</id><published>2010-07-27T10:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:43:19.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Andar de skate nas ruas da cidade é perigoso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O esporte chegou a ser proibido em São Paulo em 1988, mas agora é o segundo mais praticado no país&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TE7ceBxE1GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AtwNEkZ8T8w/s1600/Rafael+Mascarenhas+ELIENE+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TE7ceBxE1GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AtwNEkZ8T8w/s320/Rafael+Mascarenhas+ELIENE+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A discussão é antiga e voltou à tona com o atropelamento e morte&amp;nbsp;do estudante Rafael Mascarenhas de 18 anos, filho da atriz Cissa Guimarães, na madrugada do dia 20 de julho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A adrenalina leva alguns esportistas a optar pelo afasto, quando este é mais íngreme do que as pistas de skate. Por outro lado, muitas pessoas são contra esta prática por conta do risco de acidentes, como o ocorrido com Rafael.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Surfinho”. Quando começou a ser praticado no Brasil, nos anos 1960, era assim que o skate também era conhecido. Criado na Califórnia, no fim do século XIX, como um novo brinquedo, hoje é um dos esportes radicais que mais atraem jovens de todo o mundo e que movimenta uma indústria milionária ligada à moda e ao comportamento juvenis.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Entretanto, há de se ficar atento! O esporte deve ser praticado com segurança e responsabilidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Os amantes do skate, com certeza devem conhecer locais apropriados para a prática do esporte. Se arriscar nas ruas da cidade não é uma atitude saudável e pode custar muito caro, como foi o caso de Rafael. Vale lembrar que Rafael estava praticando o esporte em um túnel&amp;nbsp;INTERDITADO e foi atropelado por um jovem que fazia PEGA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Acontecimentos tristes e trágicos como esse nos deixam algumas lições: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Primeira: praticar esportes é muito bom e saudável, desde que seja de forma segura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Segunda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NUNCA DEVEMOS PRATICAR OU SER CÚMPLICES DE QUEM PRATIQUE ALGO CRIMINOSO COMO PEGAS OU RACHAS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;RESPEITO À VIDA SEMPRE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abraços, Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TE7bkEsKbXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OkgDsnUIhn0/s1600/Rafael+Mascarenhas+ELIENE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TE7bkEsKbXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OkgDsnUIhn0/s320/Rafael+Mascarenhas+ELIENE.jpg" /&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/3658904268957031675-7115020804597971521?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7115020804597971521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/andar-de-skat-nas-ruas-da-cidade-e.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7115020804597971521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7115020804597971521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/andar-de-skat-nas-ruas-da-cidade-e.html' title='Andar de skate nas ruas da cidade é perigoso?'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TE7ceBxE1GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AtwNEkZ8T8w/s72-c/Rafael+Mascarenhas+ELIENE+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6351787203499468170</id><published>2010-07-26T10:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:38:38.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TE2NVdKfLkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Y7oIYQsj10w/s1600/voltas-as-aulas+ELIENE.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TE2NVdKfLkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Y7oIYQsj10w/s320/voltas-as-aulas+ELIENE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;"Carpe Diem" quer dizer "colha o dia" ou "aproveite o momento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;"Colha o dia como se fosse um fruto maduro que amanhã estará podre. A vida não pode ser economizada para amanhã."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;(Rubem Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-6351787203499468170?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6351787203499468170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/volta-as-aulas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6351787203499468170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6351787203499468170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/volta-as-aulas.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Eliene G. 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Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3587797770320004475</id><published>2010-07-16T10:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:21:03.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotas para negros nas Universidades- Uma questão de justiça!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TEBZL8CyVNI/AAAAAAAAAII/TiytGbDKbTM/s1600/ABDIAS+NASCIMENTO+E+LULA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TEBZL8CyVNI/AAAAAAAAAII/TiytGbDKbTM/s320/ABDIAS+NASCIMENTO+E+LULA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &amp;nbsp;projeto de lei que institui o Estatuto da Igualdade Racial foi aprovado no dia 16 de junho, no Senado.O autor da proposta foi o sen. Paulo Paím do PT- RS.&amp;nbsp;O estatuto, que tramitou no Congresso durante sete anos, entra em vigor após a sanção do presidente Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva. O ex-senador e deputado federal, Abdias do Nascimento, 96 anos, defensor fervoroso do sistema de cotas raciais em universidades públicas e um dos líderes negros de maior expressão no país, considerou "uma coisa lamentável" as alterações no texto original. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Isso&amp;nbsp;por que&amp;nbsp;foi retirada do texto original o trecho que falava sobre a regulamentação da reserva de vagas para a população negra na educação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em entrevista ao editorial Terra Magazine, Abdias do Nascimento afirmou que "&lt;em&gt;as cotas so absolutamente importantes. São um passo adiante da degradação que o negro tem sofrido durante tantos séculos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou completamente de acordo com o deputado Abdias, as cotas antes de tudo são uma reparação à mais de trezentos anos de escravidão e privação a que os negros foram submetidos no nosso país. As marcas da escravidão são sentidas ainda hoje pela população negra em forma de racismo, discriminação e humilhação. Num país como o nosso no qual o racismo é velado e onde predomina o mito da democracia racial, fica mais difícil promover políticas de Ação Afirmativa. Sei que a questão das cotas é um assunto polêmico, defendo aqui a minha posição enquanto historiadora, professora&amp;nbsp;e estudiosa da questão racial no Brasil. Só com políticas públicas de reparação,&amp;nbsp;também chamadas de&amp;nbsp;"discriminação positiva" é que poderemos diminuir as enormes desigualdades sociais e de oportunidades entre brancos e negros. Se nós retiramos dos negros seus direitos e muito mais, lhes retiramos sua condição de seres humanos há séculos atrás, nada mais justo que promover hoje algum tipo de reparação que, nem de longe poderá reparar as dores e sequelas de mais de trezentos anos de escravidão. Pensemos nisso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confira&amp;nbsp;trechos da &amp;nbsp;entrevista com o deputado Abdias Nascimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Terra Magazine - O Senado aprovou ontem projeto de lei que institui o Estatuto da Igualdade Racial. O texto original sofreu alterações, como a retirada do trecho que previa cotas para negros na educação e a criação de uma poltica de saúde pública para negros. O que o senhor achou das mudanças? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Abdias do Nascimento - Uma coisa lamentável, porque se há uma população que necessita de um apoio específico em todos os sentidos, em todos os níveis das atividades nacionais são os negros. São os únicos que foram escravos. As pessoas falam que não precisa de uma proteção mas ninguém foi escravo aqui, a não ser os africanos (...) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;se pudessem, colocavam, outra vez, a escravidão&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O senhor ainda considera que a Abolição da Escravatura no Brasil não passa de uma mentira cívica e que ainda há um hiato entre negros e brancos no país?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;É isso aíuma mentira cívica. Uma "bela" mentira cívica. E ainda existe um hiato entre negros e brancos. Há dois "Brasis": um dos brancos e outro dos negros. Sem dúvida nenhuma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Especialmento sobre o trecho que fala das cotas, que foi suprimido do texto original. O que o senhor acha sobre isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;As cotas são absolutamente importantes. São um passo adiante da degradação que o negro tem sofrido durante tantos séculos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou com você Abdias! Sistema de Cotas Já! No serviço público, nas universidades, no magistrado, nas embaixadas e etc. Só uma justa equiparação social entre brancos e negros diminuirá a desigualdade e minimizará a injustiça!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Abraços, Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-3587797770320004475?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3587797770320004475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/cotas-para-negros-nas-universidades-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3587797770320004475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3587797770320004475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/cotas-para-negros-nas-universidades-uma.html' title='Cotas para negros nas Universidades- Uma questão de justiça!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TEBZL8CyVNI/AAAAAAAAAII/TiytGbDKbTM/s72-c/ABDIAS+NASCIMENTO+E+LULA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-445311198355942294</id><published>2010-07-14T14:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:44:31.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Das imbecilidades do Amor (O Carteiro e o Poeta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/w0QSdpanN1Q/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0QSdpanN1Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0QSdpanN1Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-445311198355942294?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/445311198355942294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/das-imbecilidades-do-amor-o-carteiro-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/445311198355942294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/445311198355942294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/das-imbecilidades-do-amor-o-carteiro-e.html' title='Das imbecilidades do Amor (O Carteiro e o Poeta)'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1135216545100330939</id><published>2010-07-14T14:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:53:58.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Carteiro e o Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Como vou passar o recesso em casa, resolvi ver e rever alguns filmes que estavam guardados na estante e na memória, e graças à TV por assinatura, um luxo da vida moderna, pude rever hoje pela manhã "O Carteiro e o Poeta", novamente fiquei extasiada, o filme é de uma beleza estonteante, e de tão simples, torna-se complexo.&amp;nbsp;Pude novamente apreciar&amp;nbsp;a fala ingênua, mas muitíssimo sábia do carteiro Mário e a sabedoria não tão ingênua, mas&amp;nbsp;muito poética&amp;nbsp;de Pablo&amp;nbsp;Neruda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A influência do poeta Neruda sobre o carteiro Mário é determinante para que o mesmo desperte para o amor, para a paixão e para a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ouso fazer uma analogia com a nossa atuação como educadores: Somos peças fundamentais para despertar nossos alunos da&amp;nbsp;alienação política, social e, porque não, poética a que estão inseridos e proporcioná-los uma nova visão da vida, mais crítica, mais atuante, mais participativa e também, mais poética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O filme me despertou, mais uma vez, para a nossa importante missão como EDUCADORES. Muito mais do que preparar nossos alunos para o vestibular ou para passar num concurso público,&amp;nbsp;devemos prepará-los para a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Devemos sim, como fez o poeta, nos apropriar da poesia, para ensinar com mais beleza e amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"A poesia não pertence a quem escreve, mas a quem precisa dela.." (Carteiro Mário, de O carteiro e o poeta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Beijos. Prof. Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-1135216545100330939?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1135216545100330939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-carteiro-e-o-poeta-poesia-e-de-quem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1135216545100330939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1135216545100330939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-carteiro-e-o-poeta-poesia-e-de-quem.html' title='O Carteiro e o Poeta'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5889848150459396004</id><published>2010-07-14T13:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:52:13.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PABLO NERUDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3pKNenpzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P3Tyw5CSho0/s1600/neruda+eliene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3pKNenpzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P3Tyw5CSho0/s320/neruda+eliene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não puderes ser um pinheiro, no topo de uma colina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O melhor arbusto à margem do regato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E dá alegria a algum caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não puderes ser uma estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sê apenas uma senda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Neruda, além do prêmio Nacional, ganhou o Nobel de literatura, assim como o título Doutor Honoris Causa pela Universidade de Oxford, Grã-Bretanha.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1945 esteve no Estádio do Pacaembu, onde leu uma homenagem para o líder comunista Luis Carlos Prestes. A platéia tinha aproximadamente cem mil pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;O poeta, que também atuou como cônsul e senador. Morreu de câncer na próstata em setembro de 1973.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Abraços poéticos&amp;nbsp;a todos e sucesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5889848150459396004?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5889848150459396004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/pablo-neruda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5889848150459396004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5889848150459396004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/pablo-neruda.html' title='PABLO NERUDA'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3pKNenpzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P3Tyw5CSho0/s72-c/neruda+eliene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-3007143741140326055</id><published>2010-07-14T12:25:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:57:50.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom descanso para nós, professores do CF20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3ZIg3b_KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vIQFUaB-w3c/s1600/ELIENE+CF20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3agtUpsFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RsDd6zjc-lQ/s1600/ELIENE+ESCOLA+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3agtUpsFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RsDd6zjc-lQ/s320/ELIENE+ESCOLA+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3ZIg3b_KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vIQFUaB-w3c/s1600/ELIENE+CF20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: undefined;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3ZIg3b_KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vIQFUaB-w3c/s320/ELIENE+CF20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flávia, Selma, Valéria, Cleires, Jaine, Gustavo, Adriana, Eliene, Celina e Pri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Depois de um semestre cumprido, nada mais merecido que um descanso. Já estamos no meio do ano, 100 dias letivos cumpridos... Agora é descansar e voltar com gás renovado para encarar mais 100 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"Uma equipe é mais que um grupo de pessoas, é a soma de muitas energias. Mais que a divisão de tarefas é a união em torno de um objetivo. A parceria cria a confiança, a habilidade cria o respeito e o sincronismo de todos produz resultados notáveis... Eis a fórmula do sucesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijo para todos, em especial para a galera do vespertino!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-3007143741140326055?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3007143741140326055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/bom-descanso-para-nos-professores-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3007143741140326055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/3007143741140326055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/bom-descanso-para-nos-professores-do.html' title='Bom descanso para nós, professores do CF20.'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TD3agtUpsFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RsDd6zjc-lQ/s72-c/ELIENE+ESCOLA+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8358003236689575156</id><published>2010-07-13T09:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:50:46.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A voz do POLVO é a voz de Deus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Espanha foi a campeã da Copa do Mundo de 2010, mas&amp;nbsp;quem roubou a cena&amp;nbsp;foi Paul, o polvo vidente. Ele acertou todas as previsões que fez e, na última e principal, previu a vitória da Espanha sobre a Holanda. Nós brasileiros, já estávamos contando com Paul, no Brasil em 2014, mas infelizmente,&amp;nbsp;o polvo Paul pendurou as chuteiras. O&amp;nbsp;molusco mais famoso do aquário de Oberhausen, da Alemanha, já conta com dois anos e meio de idade e dificilmente sobreviverá até 2014, já que a média de vida da espécie é de 4 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estudiosos ousaram dar seus palpites sobre as "possíveis" e acertadas previsões de Paul, a maioria deles duvida da capacidade mediúnica do molusco, mas em se tratando das coisas do sobrenatural, prefiro ficar com Shakespeare, &lt;em&gt;"há mais coisas entre o céu e a terra do que imagina a nossa vã filosofia..."&lt;/em&gt; Eu diria ainda que &lt;em&gt;"há mais coisas entre o&amp;nbsp;MAR e a terra..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TDxgc-d6xxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ir5FejkHl0c/s1600/POLVO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TDxgc-d6xxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ir5FejkHl0c/s320/POLVO.jpg" /&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/3658904268957031675-8358003236689575156?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8358003236689575156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/voz-do-polvo-e-voz-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8358003236689575156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8358003236689575156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/voz-do-polvo-e-voz-de-deus.html' title='A voz do POLVO é a voz de Deus.'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TDxgc-d6xxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ir5FejkHl0c/s72-c/POLVO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5161663305234948605</id><published>2010-07-11T12:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:40:27.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinícius de Moraes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"O POETA QUANDO SE VAI, FICA..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TDnkdFmFCHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Eid4s9dwbeA/s1600/VIN%C3%8DCIUS+DE+MORAES+ELIENE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TDnkdFmFCHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Eid4s9dwbeA/s320/VIN%C3%8DCIUS+DE+MORAES+ELIENE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HÁ TRINTA ANOS SE FOI UM DOS NOSSOS MAIORES POETAS, O MARAVILHOSO VINÍCIUS DE MORAES. ENTRETANTO, SUA POESIA, SUA ARTE E SUA MÚSICA PERMANECE MAIS VIVA DO QUE NUNCA, EMBALANDO PAIXÕES E NOS FAZENDO REVIVER NOSSAS SAUDADES E NOSTALGIAS EM FORMA DE POESIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;De Vinícius, o meu predileto é: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Soneto da Hora Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Será assim, amiga: um certo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Estando nós a contemplar o poente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sentiremos no rosto, de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O beijo leve de uma aragem fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tu me olharás silenciosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E eu te olharei também, com nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E partiremos, tontos de poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Para a porta de trevas, aberta em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ao transpor as fronteiras do segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu, calmo, te direi: - Não tenhas medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E tu, tranqüila, me dirás: - Sê forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E como dois antigos namorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Noturnamente tristes e enlaçados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nós entraremos juntos&amp;nbsp;nos jardins da morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5161663305234948605?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5161663305234948605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/vinicius-de-moraes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5161663305234948605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5161663305234948605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/vinicius-de-moraes.html' title='Vinícius de Moraes'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TDnkdFmFCHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Eid4s9dwbeA/s72-c/VIN%C3%8DCIUS+DE+MORAES+ELIENE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-293659757172168053</id><published>2010-07-03T15:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T16:01:21.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Brasil se despede da Copa de 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TC-D63lWl6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vUrl4lS6dK8/s1600/COPA+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TC-D63lWl6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vUrl4lS6dK8/s320/COPA+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A expressão de tristeza no rosto da criança demonstra bem o sentimento de cada um de nós brasileiros diante da derrota do Brasil para a Holanda nas quartas de final da Copa do Mundo de 2010. Diante de um ótimo primeiro tempo no qual o Brasil parecia dominar o jogo, nos deparamos com uma seleção completamente desiquilibrada no segundo tempo. Não é a primeira vez que o Brasil se desiquilibra emocionalmente e perde um jogo importantíssimo. Já assistimos isso em copas passadas. Não sou muito entendida de futebol, mas qualquer um perceberia que faltou ao Brasil, equilíbrio emocional e otimismo para virar o jogo após o segundo gol da Holanda. A seleção permaneceu apática, poucos jogadores pareciam acreditar que uma virada fosse possível. Talvez tão importante quanto os treinos físicos, fosse a preparação psicológica dos jogadores para enfrentar um campeonato de tamanha dimensão, no qual a responsabilidade de fazer milhões de brasileiros sorrir ou chorar estejam em suas mãos, ou melhor, em seus pés... Tamanho o poder da mente! Acredito que a preparação da seleção nos próximos quatro anos deva incluir também acompanhamento psicológico para os jogadores. A responsabilidade de carregar o nome de melhor time do mundo e único país penta campeão parece pesar muito nos ombros dos nossos jovens jogadores... Sei lá, estou apenas tentando encontrar uma explicação para a derrota para uma seleção visivelmente inferior que a nossa... Como nos conformar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os apaixonados pela Seleção Brasielira e pela Copa do Mundo, como eu, terão que esperar até 2014, quando se Deus quiser veremos nossa seleção ser Hexa em pleno solo brasileiro!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É isso aí, afinal, "somos brasileiros e não desistimos nunca..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Coloque aí também, em forma de comentário, sua sensação diante da eliminação do Brasil... Um desabafo ajuda a diminuir a tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abraços, Prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-293659757172168053?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/293659757172168053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-brasil-se-despede-da-copa-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/293659757172168053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/293659757172168053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-brasil-se-despede-da-copa-de-2010.html' title='O Brasil se despede da Copa de 2010'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TC-D63lWl6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vUrl4lS6dK8/s72-c/COPA+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5725805691742894106</id><published>2010-06-30T21:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:37:09.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabarito da Prova Multidisciplinar da 7ª série</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Galerinha, aí vai o gabarito da prova de hoje! Espero que todos tenham feito uma excelente prova!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Atenção: as questões do tipo A são as de Certo ou Errado. Ao corrigir a prova some a quantidade de itens certos nas questões do tipo A e multiplique por 0,05, em seguida conte o número de acertos das questões do tipo B&amp;nbsp; e multiplique por 0,25. Some os dois resultados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beijos, Prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCvdQWDrbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/e7TBN_FwJxY/s1600/ELIENE.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCvdQWDrbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/e7TBN_FwJxY/s320/ELIENE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;1- C, C, E, C, C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2- C, C, E, E, C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;3- D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;4- A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;5- C, E, E, C, C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;6- E, C, C, E, C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;7- D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;8- B&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;9- C, C, E, E, C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;10- D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;11- E, C, E, C, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;12- A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;13- D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;14- C, C, E, E, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;15- C, E, C, C, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;16- A ou C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;17- A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;18- C, C, E, E, C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;19- D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;20- E, C, E, C, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;21- E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;22- D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;23- C, E, C, C, E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;24- A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;25- E, C, E, C, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;26- E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;27- E, E, C, C, E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;28- C, C, C, C, C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;29- C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;30- E, E, E, E, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;31- C, C, E, E, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;32- D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;33- B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;34- D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;35- A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;36- C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;37- E, E, C, C, C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;38- C, E, C, E, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;39- E, E, C, C, E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;40- E, E, E, C, E&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/3658904268957031675-5725805691742894106?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5725805691742894106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/gabarito-da-prova-multidisciplinar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5725805691742894106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5725805691742894106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/gabarito-da-prova-multidisciplinar.html' title='Gabarito da Prova Multidisciplinar da 7ª série'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCvdQWDrbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/e7TBN_FwJxY/s72-c/ELIENE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2287245154338948480</id><published>2010-06-27T19:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:53:15.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCfZK1qYeSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/So2ALtHFrqI/s1600/drummond++eliene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCfZK1qYeSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/So2ALtHFrqI/s320/drummond++eliene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como amante da poesia que sou e visando despertar em vocês, alunos, o gosto pela mesma, inicio a semana com uma postagem sobre o mestre Drummond, que de uma pequena cidade do interior de Minas Gerais, Itabira, conseguiu abraçar o mundo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O poema que vos apresento é, a meu ver, um dos mais bonitos de Drummond. Ele&amp;nbsp;nos mostra que o&amp;nbsp;amor é inexplicável, "sem razões" e parafraseando um outro poeta, "o amor tem razões que a própria razão desconhece..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesquisem, leiem e apreciem&amp;nbsp;Drummond, você também vão se apaixonar!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As sem-razões do amor&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cada instante de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCfYCq-tZaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wVyyjIQjNDw/s1600/DRUMMOND.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCfYCq-tZaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wVyyjIQjNDw/s320/DRUMMOND.jpg" /&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/3658904268957031675-2287245154338948480?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2287245154338948480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2287245154338948480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2287245154338948480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TCfZK1qYeSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/So2ALtHFrqI/s72-c/drummond++eliene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4440567800272492167</id><published>2010-06-19T13:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:13:45.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso adeus à José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TBzrjRscimI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H0yiAF5NFac/s320/SARAMAGO.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A imagem de Saramago a caminhar, leva-nos a imaginação de vê-elo seguir em direção à Eternidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;já ao final da estrada da Vida. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto: Sebastião Salgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O mundo ficou mais triste, uma estrela se apagou no céu.&amp;nbsp;Um dos maiores escritores da Língua Portuguesa, nosso José Saramago, morreu aos 87 anos de idade. Autor de obras maravilhosas como "Ensaio sobre a cegueira" e o "Evangelho segundo Jesus Cristo" deixará saudades e lembranças belas e raras, de alguém que fez da vida uma grande&amp;nbsp;obra de arte!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;«No fundo, não invento nada, sou apenas alguém que se limita a levantar uma pedra e a pôr à vista o que está por baixo. Não é minha culpa se de vez em quando me saem monstros». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4440567800272492167?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4440567800272492167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/nosso-adeus-jose-saramago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4440567800272492167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4440567800272492167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/nosso-adeus-jose-saramago.html' title='Nosso adeus à José Saramago'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TBzrjRscimI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H0yiAF5NFac/s72-c/SARAMAGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1793198051795479206</id><published>2010-06-14T09:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:36:28.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COPA DO MUNDO 2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1459937623"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1459937624"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1459937625"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1459937626"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá!! Após um belo final de semana em Salvador, a belíssima capital da Bahia, e primeira capital do Brasil, estou de volta pra falar sobre a Copa do Mundo, que para nós brasileiros começará efetivamente amanhã, dia 15/06. O Brasil inteiro irá parar durante duas horas para&amp;nbsp;ver a nossa amada seleção enfrentar a fechada e misteriosa Coréia do Norte. Estamos todos na torcida pelo nosso Brasil!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Curiosodades sobre a BOLA da copa de 2010:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TBYkZ2WaG1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fQ8oPjXnLPk/s1600/bola+COPA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TBYkZ2WaG1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fQ8oPjXnLPk/s320/bola+COPA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bola possui 11 cores diferentes, cada uma representando os dialetos e etnias diferentes da África do Sul. O nome da bola signifca "Celebrar", em isiZulu. Jabulani é uma palavra da língua Bantu isiZulu, um dos 11 idiomas oficiais da África do Sul. A bola da Copa 2010 tem apenas oito gomos em formato 3D. Seu design possui traços africanos, misturados numa diversificação de 11 cores - o branco predomina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As cores, de acordo com a Adidas, foram escolhidas para representar os 11 jogadores de cada seleção, os 11 idiomas oficiais da África do Sul e as 11 tribos que formam a população sul-africana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O lançamento oficial da bola aconteceu na Cidade do Cabo, na África do Sul, antes do sorteio dos grupos da Copa. Outras regiões do mundo também receberam o lançamento. No Brasil, a festa ocorreu no estádio do Pacaembu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que essa bola traga sorte e muitos gols para todos os brasileiros!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Éééé do Brasiiiiilllll!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Não se esqueçam que amanhã, dia 15/06, o horário de aula será de 12:15 às 14: 15. Bom jogo para todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TBYm-MslyCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9gj-r5SgJAc/s1600/MASCOTE.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TBYm-MslyCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9gj-r5SgJAc/s320/MASCOTE.bmp" /&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/3658904268957031675-1793198051795479206?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1793198051795479206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/ola-apos-um-belo-final-de-semana-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1793198051795479206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1793198051795479206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/ola-apos-um-belo-final-de-semana-em.html' title='COPA DO MUNDO 2010!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TBYkZ2WaG1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fQ8oPjXnLPk/s72-c/bola+COPA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2400310272755080881</id><published>2010-06-01T17:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:49:18.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRIMEIRA GUERRA MUNDIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Mãe de todas as batalhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A Primeira Guerra Mundial teve início em 1914 e só terminou em 1918 com um triste saldo:&amp;nbsp;19 milhões de mortos e mais de&amp;nbsp;6 milhões de soldados multilados. Além dos custos humanos, a guerra também mudou o mapa da Europa e plantou sementes de revanchismo que deram origem à Segunda Guerra Mundial (1939-1945). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Durante a Primeira Guerra, a indústria bélica lançou tecnologias e armas&amp;nbsp;inéditas, como o uso intensivo de granadas, o uso de morteiros e o emprego de metralhadoras leves para acompanhar os assaltos da infantaria, apresentando-se como&amp;nbsp;um marco na produção de armas em larga escala, de forma industrial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;E apesar de todas as razões, uma guerra nunca é justa e traz muito sofrimento para as pessoas que direta ou indiretamente estão envolvidas nela. Como afirmou o general William T. Sherman,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"somente aqueles que nunca deram um tiro, nem ouviram os gritos e os gemidos dos feridos, é que clamam por sangue, vingança e mais desolação. A guerra é o inferno.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TAVtlQfr0TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KiRYdd5OHSs/s1600/ELIENE+GUERRA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TAVtlQfr0TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KiRYdd5OHSs/s320/ELIENE+GUERRA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Desafio: A imagem representa uma das fases da guerra. Diga qual fase e justifique sua resposta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Abraços e bom feriadão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1244911705"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-2400310272755080881?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2400310272755080881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/primeira-guerra-mundial.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2400310272755080881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2400310272755080881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/06/primeira-guerra-mundial.html' title='A PRIMEIRA GUERRA MUNDIAL'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TAVtlQfr0TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KiRYdd5OHSs/s72-c/ELIENE+GUERRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1359819894073676206</id><published>2010-05-27T17:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:27:58.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A PARTILHA DA ÁFRICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No século XIX, mais especificamente em 1884 com a Conferência de Berlim, os europeus dividiram o continente africano entre si e o exploraram por quase cem anos. Os invasores se foram com a descolonização, mas deixaram efeitos nefastos para os africanos, pois a partilha foi feita de maneira arbitrária, não respeitando as características étnicas e culturais de cada povo, o que contribuiu para muitos dos conflitos atuais do continente. O fato é que, a colonização, à medida que representa a ocidentalização do mundo africano, suprime as estruturas tradicionais e locais e deixa um vazio cultural de difícil reversão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Atenção! O mapa abaixo é fonte de pesquisa para o trabalho das 7ª séries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Veja como era a África antes da colonização.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S_7QX_vOurI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ES09TNHRNPE/s1600/ELIENE+%C3%81FRICA+MAPA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S_7QX_vOurI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ES09TNHRNPE/s320/ELIENE+%C3%81FRICA+MAPA.jpg" /&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/3658904268957031675-1359819894073676206?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1359819894073676206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/partilha-da-africa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1359819894073676206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1359819894073676206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/partilha-da-africa.html' title='A PARTILHA DA ÁFRICA'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S_7QX_vOurI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ES09TNHRNPE/s72-c/ELIENE+%C3%81FRICA+MAPA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5464598511189699706</id><published>2010-05-24T19:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:30:16.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vilarejo - Marisa Monte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2_0GJV-ZMQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2_0GJV-ZMQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As oitavas séries tiveram a oportunidade de estudar os Movimentos Sociais e Políticos do século XIX (Anarquismo, Socialismo e Comunismo), tendo como "fundo musical"&amp;nbsp; Vilarejo de Marisa Monte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A música fala sobre uma sociedade ideal, onde haveria paz, &amp;nbsp;igualdade e justiça social. Era exatamente esse o principal objetivo dos pensadores e filósofos que no século XIX ousaram criticar o capitalismo e suas mazelas sociais: Karl Marx, Engels, Joseph Proudhon, dentre tantos outros, que acreditaram que uma sociedade igualitária seria possível. Suas ideias e seus ideais ultrapassaram as fronteiras da Europa e chegaram à diferentes lugares do mundo, onde diversas revoluções tentaram substituir o capitalismo pelo socialismo. Algumas foram vitoriosas, outras nem tanto, porém, o capitalismo se viu fortemente ameaçado, adotando medidas (às vezes extremas) para conter os revolucionários. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O certo é que o socialismo apareceu no século XIX como um modo de organização social, que traria a distribuição de renda, igualdade, fim da propriedade privada e a socialização dos meios de produção e embalou os sonhos, as esperanças, ideologias e utopias de milhões e milhões de cidadãos pelo mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E você, ainda acredita que uma sociedade ideal é possível? Como podemos construir essa sociedade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos, prof. Eliene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5464598511189699706?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5464598511189699706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/vilarejo-marisa-monte.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5464598511189699706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5464598511189699706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/vilarejo-marisa-monte.html' title='Vilarejo - Marisa Monte'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-525089862130749455</id><published>2010-05-17T23:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:22:52.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Floresta Nacional - Projeto Águas de Brasília</title><content type='html'>Excursão da 7ª F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cdiv%20style=%22visibility:visible;width:460px;margin:auto%22%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf%22%20quality=%22high%22%20FlashVars=%22ql=2&amp;amp;src1=http://pic100.picturetrail.com/VOL569/13052254/flicks/1/8202306%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20bgcolor=%22#000000&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;460&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;350&amp;quot; name=&amp;quot;filmstrip&amp;quot; align=&amp;quot;middle&amp;quot; allowScriptAccess=&amp;quot;sameDomain&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;height:350px;width:460px&amp;quot; type=&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: auto; visibility: visible; width: 460px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="ql=2&amp;amp;src1=http://pic100.picturetrail.com/VOL569/13052254/flicks/1/8202306" height="350" name="filmstrip" quality="high" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" style="height: 350px; width: 460px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olha aí galera, encontrei uma forma de postar as fotos de vocês no blog. Obrigada Fabiano Roberto pelas dicas!! Adorei o site, já aprendi até a fazer slides! Muito legal!! Me aguardem nas próximas postagens! Beijos, Eliene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-525089862130749455?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/525089862130749455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/floresta-nacional-de-brasilia-projeto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/525089862130749455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/525089862130749455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/floresta-nacional-de-brasilia-projeto.html' title='Floresta Nacional - Projeto Águas de Brasília'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1266911503022701985</id><published>2010-05-17T11:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:24:49.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coral do CEF20 no show do ABBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S_FMhpTd0FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jVXzLC9ggRs/s320/ELIENE+ABBA.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #741b47;"&gt;25 alunos do CEF20, cuidadosamente ensaiados pela professora de inglês Valéria e pelo músico Alysson Takaki&amp;nbsp;da Escola de Música de Brasília, irão fazer a abertura e o fechamento do Show da banda cover internacional ABBA. O musical &lt;em&gt;"Abba- The Show,"&lt;/em&gt; será apresentado pela primeira vez na América do Sul e fará somente uma passagem por Brasília, no dia 20 de maio no Centro de Convenções Ulysses Guimarães. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #741b47;"&gt;Ao som de &lt;em&gt;"I have a dream"&lt;/em&gt; e "&lt;em&gt;Thank you for&amp;nbsp;the music&lt;/em&gt;" os alunos do Centro de Ensino Fundamental 20 de Ceilândia cantarão e encantarão uma platéia que desembolsou no mínimo R$200 reais por um ingresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #741b47;"&gt;Muitos dos nossos "cantores" nunca foram à um show,&amp;nbsp;e pela primeira vez entrarão no maior Centro de Convenções da América Latina. Como afirmou a jornalista Leilane Menezes do Correio Brasiliense, &lt;em&gt;"as crianças e professores do CEF20 se transportam com o poder da música para um mundo mais colorido..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #741b47;"&gt;Beijocas melódicas da prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-1266911503022701985?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1266911503022701985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/coral-do-cf20-no-show-do-abba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1266911503022701985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1266911503022701985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/coral-do-cf20-no-show-do-abba.html' title='Coral do CEF20 no show do ABBA'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S_FMhpTd0FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jVXzLC9ggRs/s72-c/ELIENE+ABBA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1412306376217407996</id><published>2010-05-10T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:52:50.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comemoração Dia das Maes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;"Deus te fez mulher, deu-te a oportunidade de gerar vidas e florir o jardim do mundo!" Parabéns Mãe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S-iN4_5oJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PwD0F5-fiog/s1600/DSC04134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S-iN4_5oJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PwD0F5-fiog/s320/DSC04134.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S-iONREi-yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X-7eNdRmOi0/s1600/DSC04131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S-iONREi-yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X-7eNdRmOi0/s320/DSC04131.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa homenagem às mães foi emocionante!! Parabéns aos alunos que participaram!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-1412306376217407996?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1412306376217407996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/comemoracao-dia-das-maes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1412306376217407996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1412306376217407996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/comemoracao-dia-das-maes.html' title='Comemoração Dia das Maes'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S-iN4_5oJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PwD0F5-fiog/s72-c/DSC04134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1426269737498984253</id><published>2010-05-06T19:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:17:13.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula : O Coronelismo no Brasil ao som dos Paralamas do Sucesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQPhhua-_6I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQPhhua-_6I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As oitavas séries estudaram essa semana o "Coronelismo na República Velha" ao som de "300 Picaretas", de Herbert Vianna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;A música, apesar de ser&amp;nbsp;da década de 90 ainda está muito atual e voltando no tempo, ela também se encaixa bem num período bastante conhecido da nossa história: a República Velha e suas práticas coronelistas, resumidas no famoso&amp;nbsp;"voto do cabresto." No início do século XX, eram os coronéis que controlavam a política local, principalmente no nordeste brasileiro e apesar de extinguido o famigerado "voto do cabresto" os "currais eleitorais" se multiplicam pelas cidades brasileiras alimentados pela miséria e a falta de oportunidades. Novas práticas: "lobby, conchavo, propina, jetom" para eternizar a antiga polítca clientelista, paternalista, e fraudulenta. Cento e vinte anos após a Proclamação da República brasileira, ainda precisamos lutar para que a democracia seja efetivamente concretizada!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ano de eleições, devemos ficar de olho, para que a democracia não seja desrespeitada com práticas antigas imbuídas de novas roupagens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mas s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;em perder a fé no nosso país que luta e é feliz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Abraços, Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-1426269737498984253?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1426269737498984253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/luis-inacio-300-picaretas-os-paralamas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1426269737498984253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1426269737498984253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/luis-inacio-300-picaretas-os-paralamas.html' title='Aula : O Coronelismo no Brasil ao som dos Paralamas do Sucesso'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6312107943772205866</id><published>2010-04-30T11:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:18:39.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1º de Maio- Dia do Trabalhador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9rmUvSLQVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xzeGQQJ7vs8/s1600/dia-do-trabalho-tarcila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9rmUvSLQVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xzeGQQJ7vs8/s320/dia-do-trabalho-tarcila.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O Dia do Trabalho teve sua origem em 1886, quando milhares de trabalhadores dos Estados Unidos&amp;nbsp;fizeram uma manifestação&amp;nbsp; nas ruas de Chicago que culminou com uma greve geral. Eles reivindicavam a redução da jornada de trabalho para 8 horas diárias. Confrontos entre a polícia e manifestantes&amp;nbsp;ocasionaram a morte de dezenas de trabalhadores, além &amp;nbsp;de sete agentes policiais. Estes acontecimentos passaram a ser conhecidos como a Revolta de Haymarke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Apesar de até hoje os estadunidenses se negarem a reconhecer&amp;nbsp;a data, diversos países a adotaram&amp;nbsp; como o Dia do Trabalhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No Brasil, até o início da Era Vargas (1930-1945) as agremiação dos trabalhadores&amp;nbsp;das fábricas&amp;nbsp;eram bastante comuns, influenciados&amp;nbsp;pelo anarquismo e mais tarde pelo&amp;nbsp;comunismo. Com a chegada de Getúlio Vargas ao poder, os trabalhadores urbanos passaram a ser influenciados pelo que ficou conhecido como trabalhismo. Até então, o Dia do Trabalhador era considerado por aqueles movimentos anteriores (anarquistas e comunistas) como um momento de protesto e crítica às estruturas sócio-econômicas do país. A propaganda trabalhista de Vargas, sutilmente, transforma um dia destinado a celebrar o trabalhador no Dia do Trabalhador. Tal mudança, aparentemente superficial, alterou profundamente as atividades realizadas pelos trabalhadores a cada ano,&amp;nbsp;este passou a ser comemorado com festas populares, desfiles e celebrações similares. Atualmente, esta característica foi assimilada até mesmo pelo movimento sindical. Aponta-se que o caráter massificador do Dia do Trabalhador, no Brasil, se expressa especialmente pelo costume que os governos têm de anunciar neste dia o aumento anual do salário mínimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas apesar da apropriação feita pelo Estado de uma data que deveria ser de protesto... &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;a luta continua companheiro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Desafio: De quem é a tela que ilustra a postagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Abraços, prof. Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-6312107943772205866?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6312107943772205866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-de-maio-dia-do-trabalho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6312107943772205866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6312107943772205866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-de-maio-dia-do-trabalho.html' title='1º de Maio- Dia do Trabalhador'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9rmUvSLQVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xzeGQQJ7vs8/s72-c/dia-do-trabalho-tarcila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-26758482312230922</id><published>2010-04-27T20:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:01:20.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto Águas de Brasília- Excursão para a Floresta Nacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9d4LFZffgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2r2ubhyXzIE/s1600/DSC04091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9d4LFZffgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2r2ubhyXzIE/s320/DSC04091.JPG" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;O projeto Águas de Brasília está sendo realizado pelo Instituto Comunidade Participativa- ICP, e tem por objetivo levar os alunos das escolas públicas do DF a discussão sobre a realidade da água no Brasil e na comunidade local. Através das excursões, os alunos entram em contato com nascentes, cursos d'água, barragens e biomas correlacionados, para que possam ampliar sua consciência sobre questões relativas à água e ao cerrado e assumir atitudes e valores voltados à preservação do nosso meio ambiente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Foi muito bom!!! Abraços, Prof. Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-26758482312230922?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/26758482312230922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/projeto-aguas-de-brasilia-excursao-para.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/26758482312230922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/26758482312230922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/projeto-aguas-de-brasilia-excursao-para.html' title='Projeto Águas de Brasília- Excursão para a Floresta Nacional'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9d4LFZffgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2r2ubhyXzIE/s72-c/DSC04091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1224885537570815825</id><published>2010-04-24T19:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:21:38.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme: Alice no País das Maravilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9N0eAZeuBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LujSgcDVlKU/s1600/ALICE+NO+PA%C3%8DS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9N0eAZeuBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LujSgcDVlKU/s320/ALICE+NO+PA%C3%8DS.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9N1PveqKtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_iHdp6jthH8/s1600/ALICE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9N1PveqKtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_iHdp6jthH8/s320/ALICE.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha aí galerinha!!!&amp;nbsp;Já está em cartaz&amp;nbsp;o novo filme de Tim Burton, baseado no clássico Alice no País das Maravilhas escrito por Lewis Carroll. O filme&amp;nbsp;retrata Alice já com 17 anos. Ela está em uma festa e descobre que será pedida em casamento. Desesperada, foge seguindo um coelho branco e vai parar no País das Maravilhas, um lugar onde ela esteve há dez anos a agora não se lembra mais. No elenco tem Mia Wasikowska como Alice, Johnny Depp como o Chapeleiro Maluco, Helena Bonham Carter como a Rainha Vermelha e Anne Hathaway como a Rainha Branca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Um espatáculo de encher os olhos e aquecer o coração!!! Não percam!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Beijos, Prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assitam ao trailer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJd3EhLe6-Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJd3EhLe6-Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-1224885537570815825?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1224885537570815825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/filme-alice-no-pais-das-maravilhas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1224885537570815825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1224885537570815825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/filme-alice-no-pais-das-maravilhas.html' title='Filme: Alice no País das Maravilhas'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S9N0eAZeuBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LujSgcDVlKU/s72-c/ALICE+NO+PA%C3%8DS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5793312744941716985</id><published>2010-04-22T09:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:12:43.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora Cívica em homenagem ao Aniversário de Brasília</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/OC7MiGaVoYU/hqdefault.jpg); clear: right; float: right;" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OC7MiGaVoYU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OC7MiGaVoYU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;A aluna Brícia Helen emocionou a todos ao cantar o Hino Nacional na Hora Cívica do CEF.20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Parabéns Brícia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abraços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Profª Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-5793312744941716985?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5793312744941716985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/hora-civica-em-homenagem-ao-aniversario.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5793312744941716985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5793312744941716985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/hora-civica-em-homenagem-ao-aniversario.html' title='Hora Cívica em homenagem ao Aniversário de Brasília'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1243724980446973665</id><published>2010-04-19T20:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:41:45.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Brasília!! 50 anos de poesia, beleza e arte!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YBP1cKgm4pQ/hqdefault.jpg); clear: right; float: right;" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBP1cKgm4pQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBP1cKgm4pQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;O blog tem a honra de homenagear a nossa cidade maravilhosa, Brasília! Poesia, beleza e arte tudo se encontra aqui! Vamos dar parabéns à nossa bela cidade que completa 50 anos!!&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/3658904268957031675-1243724980446973665?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1243724980446973665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/oscar-niemeyer.html#comment-form' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1243724980446973665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1243724980446973665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/oscar-niemeyer.html' title='Parabéns Brasília!! 50 anos de poesia, beleza e arte!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2277862635553493457</id><published>2010-04-19T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:28:00.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Índio do Brasil - David Assayag (Música Indigena Brasileira)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/trJCzSL6gPs/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/trJCzSL6gPs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/trJCzSL6gPs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-2277862635553493457?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2277862635553493457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/indio-do-brasil-david-assayag-musica.html#comment-form' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2277862635553493457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2277862635553493457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/indio-do-brasil-david-assayag-musica.html' title='Índio do Brasil - David Assayag (Música Indigena Brasileira)'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5502650747131810694</id><published>2010-04-19T14:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:22:14.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Índios do Brasil- Uma homenagem!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em 1500, época do descobrimento do Brasil, existiam cerca de 1 a 10 milhões de índios em nosso país. Essa população foi drasticamente reduzida&amp;nbsp;e hoje atestam os antropólogos, existem cerca de 300.000 índios. Tal redução pode ser explicada por conflitos, escravização, catequização ou mesmo por desrespeito.&lt;/div&gt;Na atualidade, a&amp;nbsp;população indígena tem&amp;nbsp; leis que os amparam e lhes garante terra demarcada. Porém, não podemos nos lembrar dos índios somente em datas festivas, eles fazem parte da população brasileira, seus direitos são inúmeros e devem ser respeitados!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Somente quando for cortada a última árvore, pescado o último peixe, poluído o último rio, é que as pessoas vão perceber que não podem comer dinheiro." (Provérbio indígena)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas!! Eliene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5502650747131810694?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5502650747131810694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/indios-do-brasil-uma-homenagem.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5502650747131810694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5502650747131810694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/indios-do-brasil-uma-homenagem.html' title='Índios do Brasil- Uma homenagem!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2231408743835325154</id><published>2010-04-18T14:38:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:56:46.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaração de Independência dos Estados Unidos da América</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S8tDbAF578I/AAAAAAAAADM/gCgqysXH1_I/s1600/ELIENE+EUA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S8tDbAF578I/AAAAAAAAADM/gCgqysXH1_I/s320/ELIENE+EUA.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A Declaração da Independência dos Estados Unidos da América foi o documento no qual as Treze Colônias na América do Norte declararam sua independência do Reino Unido. Foi ratificada no Congresso Continental em 4 de julho de 1776, considerado o dia da independência dos Estados Unidos. Ao todo, 56 pessoas assinaram a Declaração, o documento mostra o nome de alguns. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alguém se habilita a "decifrar" os nomes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliá-la e depois poste aqui o que diz a declaração! Beijos, Eliene&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/3658904268957031675-2231408743835325154?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2231408743835325154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/declaracao-de-independencia-dos-estados.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2231408743835325154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2231408743835325154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/declaracao-de-independencia-dos-estados.html' title='Declaração de Independência dos Estados Unidos da América'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S8tDbAF578I/AAAAAAAAADM/gCgqysXH1_I/s72-c/ELIENE+EUA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4487494984280934531</id><published>2010-04-15T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:16:20.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Revista de História da Biblioteca Nacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S8eauCyoHDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cSoreKesJeg/s1600/napoleao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S8eauCyoHDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cSoreKesJeg/s320/napoleao.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Napoleão será tema de capa da Revista de História da Biblioteca Nacional no mês de abril.&amp;nbsp;Habitando o imaginário popular em terras tupiniquins, o Imperador assombrou a Europa no século XIX e conquistou fama muito além das fronteiras francesas. Se você também é um admirador desse grande general, ou mesmo se você não o admira, a leitura da revista com certeza irá complementar os estudos já realizados em sala de aula! Vale a pena!! Beijos, Prof. Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4487494984280934531?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4487494984280934531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/revista-de-historia-da-biblioteca.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4487494984280934531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4487494984280934531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/revista-de-historia-da-biblioteca.html' title='Revista de História da Biblioteca Nacional'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S8eauCyoHDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cSoreKesJeg/s72-c/napoleao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8117775403159791615</id><published>2010-04-06T17:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:29:25.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio ao cinema- Filme: Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S7uUKj7UJNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wjELISEVX-Y/s1600/DSC02334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S7uUKj7UJNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wjELISEVX-Y/s320/DSC02334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avatar e a História&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O filme Avatar pode ser visto também como uma lição de história. Ao narrar o sofrimento dos na’vi de Pandora, um povo nativo de um planeta distante podemos fazer uma comparação com um importante e cruel momento da nossa história: o colonialismo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Se substituirmos o planeta “Pandora” por “América”, “África” ou “Oceania,” as similaridades ficam evidentes. Uma potência estrangeira, militarmente superior, se instala em um ambiente considerado selvagem para explorar os seus recursos naturais. A cultura local é vista pelo invasor como manifestações de primitivismo, já que os estrangeiros, que no nosso caso foram os europeus, se acham portadores da civilização e do progresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Os paralelos entre a ficção de Cameron e a realidade da Terra nos séculos XVIII, XIX, XX e XXI são inúmeros. Mas o certo é que, em pleno século XXI, o “neo-colonialismo” continua vivo. As guerras do Iraque, Afeganistão, etc, não deixam a menor dúvida de que em nome da suposta “fé cristã”, e de uma pseudo-civilização, muitos povos ainda estão sendo subjugados militar, econômico e culturalmente. É óbvio que por trás destas guerras estão alguns (muitos) dólares e milhares de barris de petróleo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Infelizmente... Avatar não é só ficção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Abraços, &amp;nbsp;Eliene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8117775403159791615?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8117775403159791615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/passeio-ao-cinema-filme-avatar_9175.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8117775403159791615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8117775403159791615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/passeio-ao-cinema-filme-avatar_9175.html' title='Passeio ao cinema- Filme: Avatar'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S7uUKj7UJNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wjELISEVX-Y/s72-c/DSC02334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8898788769449292876</id><published>2010-04-04T17:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:59:34.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Páscoa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/230/002.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/230/002.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para entender o significado da Páscoa cristã, é necessário voltar à Idade Média e lembrar que os antigos povos pagãos europeus, nesta época do ano, homenageavam Ostera, a Deusa da Primavera, que segura um ovo em sua mão e observa um coelho, símbolo da fertilidade, pulando alegremente em redor de seus pés nus. A deusa e o ovo que carrega são símbolos da chegada de uma nova vida. Os antigos povos pagãos comemoravam a chegada da primavera decorando ovos. O próprio costume de decorá-los para dar de presente na Páscoa surgiu na Inglaterra, no século X, durante o reinado de Eduardo I (900-924), o qual tinha o hábito de banhar ovos em ouro e ofertá-los para os seus amigos e aliados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em hebraico, temos a "Pessach", a chamada "Páscoa Judaica", que se originou quando os hebreus, há cerca de 3 mil anos, celebraram o êxodo e libertação do seu povo, após 400 anos de cativeiro no Egito, pela mão de Moisés. Comemoravam assim a passagem da escravidão para a libertação: saíram do solo egípcio, ficaram 40 anos no deserto até chegar à região da Palestina, terra prometida, atualmente chamada de Israel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A festa da Páscoa passou a ser uma festa cristã após a última ceia de Jesus com os apóstolos, na quinta-feira santa. Os fiéis cristãos celebram a ressurreição de Cristo e sua elevação ao céu. As imagens deste momento são a morte de Jesus na cruz e a sua aparição. A celebração sempre começa na quarta-feira de cinzas e termina no domingo de Páscoa: é a chamada semana santa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, agora que você já sabe o significado, FELIZ PÁSCOA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8898788769449292876?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8898788769449292876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/feliz-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8898788769449292876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8898788769449292876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='Feliz Páscoa!!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/230/th_002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-7763108817729548743</id><published>2010-03-27T21:16:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:23:25.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indicação de leitura:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S66rIq5OJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/fxnkAmy_YQI/s1600/1808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S66rIq5OJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/fxnkAmy_YQI/s320/1808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Foi o único que me enganou."&lt;/strong&gt; (Napoleão em suas memórias, referindo-se a D. João VI, rei do Brasil e de Portugal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: black;"&gt;A frase foi retirada do livro &lt;strong&gt;"1808: como uma rainha louca, um príncipe medroso e uma corte corrupta enganaram Napoleão e mudaram a história de Portugal e do Brasil.&lt;/strong&gt;" de Laurentino Gomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: black;"&gt;"O livro&amp;nbsp;relata um fato inusitado e inédito da nossa História. Fugindo das guerras e das invasões napoleônicas, diversos reis e rainhas foram depostos, destronados e obrigados a se refugiar em outros territórios, mas nenhum deles cruzou o oceano para viver em terras estranhas no além-mar. A vinda da família real portuguesa para o Brasil alterou a vida dos brasileiros e contribuiu para a preservação da unidade territorial do país..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: black;"&gt;Vale a pena ler!!! Aguardem mais comentários!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-7763108817729548743?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7763108817729548743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/frases.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7763108817729548743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7763108817729548743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/frases.html' title='Indicação de leitura:'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S66rIq5OJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/fxnkAmy_YQI/s72-c/1808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-8296887556063871455</id><published>2010-03-25T17:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:52:00.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Provas e Trabalhos- Datas:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-Trabalho: Relatório sobre o vídeo "A Revolução Francesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S6vPHNb92-I/AAAAAAAAABU/35bBNNTw_6c/s1600/ln.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 141px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 128px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S6vPHNb92-I/AAAAAAAAABU/35bBNNTw_6c/s320/ln.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7ªA, B, C- 26/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7ªD, E- 29/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7ªF- 05/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7ªG- 26/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-Avaliação(A1) Conteúdo: A Revolução Francesa,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;Era Napoleônica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7ªA- 09/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7ªB- 07/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7ªC- 26/03&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7ªD- 08/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7ªE- 07/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7ªF- 29/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7ªG- 30/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-Prova Multidisciplinar: 30/04&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Conteúdo: A Revolução Francesa; A Era Napoleônica; A independência das colônias latino-americanas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUCESSO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-8296887556063871455?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8296887556063871455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/provas-e-trabalhos-datas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8296887556063871455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/8296887556063871455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/provas-e-trabalhos-datas.html' title='Provas e Trabalhos- Datas:'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fyoiuIGhRAk/S6vPHNb92-I/AAAAAAAAABU/35bBNNTw_6c/s72-c/ln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-1103538047742619186</id><published>2010-03-22T16:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:37:01.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curriculo Lattes de Eliene Gomes da Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lattes.cnpq.br/4291680591035148"&gt;http://lattes.cnpq.br/4291680591035148&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-1103538047742619186?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1103538047742619186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/curriculo-lattes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1103538047742619186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/1103538047742619186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/curriculo-lattes.html' title='Curriculo Lattes de Eliene Gomes da Silva'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-7610694573183913700</id><published>2010-03-22T16:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:49:11.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ol@!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Queridos alunos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta é a segunda semana de vida do blog "Paisagens da História", ainda estamos na fase de montagem e de conhecimento de como funciona&amp;nbsp;um blog e descobrindo coisas novas e interessantes para postar. Por enquanto, indico a leitura da pequena biografia de Napoleão Bonaparte e o&amp;nbsp;vídeo sobre a Revolução Francesa que correspondem aos conteúdos já estudados&amp;nbsp;no bimestre! Aguardo os comentários e sugestões! Conto com a ajuda de vocês para a montagem e divulgação do blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um grande beijo e boa semana!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-7610694573183913700?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7610694573183913700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/ol.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7610694573183913700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/7610694573183913700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/ol.html' title='Ol@!!!'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-5031311473026259801</id><published>2010-03-22T11:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:51:34.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleão Bonaparte</title><content type='html'>Clique aqui:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/28740586/Napoleao-Bonaparte"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/28740586/Napoleao-Bonaparte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-5031311473026259801?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5031311473026259801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/napoleao-bonaparte.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5031311473026259801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/5031311473026259801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/napoleao-bonaparte.html' title='Napoleão Bonaparte'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6340093753344358259</id><published>2010-03-18T21:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:30:44.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTIGO: O ANTICOMUNISMO NOS DISCURSOS POLÍTICOS DE JK</title><content type='html'>ARTIGO: REVISTA DE HISTÓRIA DA UNB- O ANTICOMUNISMO NOS DISCURSOS POLÍTICOS DE JK- AUTORA: ELIENE G. SILVA &lt;a href="http://vsites.unb.br/ih/novo_portal/portal_his/revista/edicao_atual.htm"&gt;http://vsites.unb.br/ih/novo_portal/portal_his/revista/edicao_atual.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-6340093753344358259?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6340093753344358259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/artigo-o-anticomunismo-nos-discursos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6340093753344358259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6340093753344358259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/artigo-o-anticomunismo-nos-discursos.html' title='ARTIGO: O ANTICOMUNISMO NOS DISCURSOS POLÍTICOS DE JK'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-6079876180332971173</id><published>2010-03-18T21:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:58:55.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VÍDEO: A REVOLUÇÃO FRANCESA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAZArzPfxGU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAZArzPfxGU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-6079876180332971173?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6079876180332971173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6079876180332971173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/6079876180332971173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/httpwww.html' title='VÍDEO: A REVOLUÇÃO FRANCESA'/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-2234916591442591062</id><published>2010-03-18T19:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:39:51.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queridos alunos, é com muito prazer que inicio hoje as atividades do blog "Paisagens da História." Espero que as postagens, bem como as discussões contribuam para enriquecer&amp;nbsp;nossos conhecimentos acerca dessa disciplina maravilhosa que tão injustamente é taxada por nós de chata e difícil. O intuito do blog é possibilitar o diálogo e o debate acerca do conhecimento histórico a fim de percebermos que quem faz a história somos nós, cidadãos comuns, e que a história nada mais é do que nossa vida, nossas conquistas, nossas realizações.... O homem, enquanto ser social, faz história diariamente... Vista dessa forma a disciplina torna-se muito mais próxima de nós e de nosso cotidiano!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aguardo os comentários!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos! Professora Eliene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-2234916591442591062?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2234916591442591062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/queridos-alunos-e-com-muito-prazer-que.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2234916591442591062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/2234916591442591062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/queridos-alunos-e-com-muito-prazer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliene G. Silva Alves</name><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/_fyoiuIGhRAk/TI6psaxdHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/jaf7JJ9lhDg/S220/DSC04509.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658904268957031675.post-4507990022234608884</id><published>2010-03-17T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:37:29.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vìdeo: Mùsica Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P0vs-eJEKs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P0vs-eJEKs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658904268957031675-4507990022234608884?l=elienehistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4507990022234608884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-musica-tempo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4507990022234608884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658904268957031675/posts/default/4507990022234608884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elienehistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-musica-tempo.html' title='Vìdeo: Mùsica Tempo'/><author><name>Eliene G. 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