<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6651503521392076943</id><updated>2026-04-15T06:05:40.344-03:00</updated><category term="cidadania"/><category term="Notícias culturais"/><category term="Amenidades"/><category term="Memória"/><category term="Mundo"/><category term="Poemas"/><category term="Música"/><category term="Crônicas"/><category term="Artes Visuais"/><category term="terceiro setor"/><category term="verba"/><category term="Pensando Cultura"/><category term="Edital"/><category term="Sociologia"/><category term="Brasil memória em rede"/><category term="MUSEU"/><category term="Artigos"/><category term="Antropologia"/><category term="prêmios"/><category term="Funarte"/><category term="novo capitalismo"/><category term="Augusto de Franco"/><category term="Roberto Damatta"/><category term="e"/><title type='text'>A Princesa do Sertão:              +Solidária, Moderna e Cultural</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Sumayra Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710844491640528661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64sirhQQIH4JsbUEAC4KiDinZD9br8q65eHEhZcWgbilA7krs0B35zii0pqkT2uRAdoc_q6kCjAYReCqUHfZNC8UYE5p63wJzLMQmrZ7xkZgt7y7l-aP2nteJlhO1zQ/s220/close+comenmdaro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>604</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651503521392076943.post-4583020752668356461</id><published>2014-01-07T13:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2014-01-07T13:52:53.665-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Notícias culturais"/><title type='text'>Mudanças no Programa Cultura viva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;PadderBetweenControlandBody&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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Foi publicada no Diário Oficial da União (DOU), do dia 31 de
dezembro, Portaria do Ministério da Cultura (MinC) de nº 118, reformulando o
Programa Cultura Viva. O documento amplia a área de abrangência incluindo os
temas da diversidade cultural do Brasil no escopo das ações do programa, altera
as formas de apoio aos projetos culturais e inclui estados, municípios e o
Distrito Federal aos grupos de parceiros da Rede Cultura Viva, entre outras
coisas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A portaria formaliza a consolidação do Pacto Federativo em torno do Programa
Cultura Viva, compartilhando responsabilidades entre a União, estados,
municípios e o Distrito Federal mediante a institucionalização de mecanismos de
fiscalização e de gestão compartilhada entre os entes federados. O nome do
programa foi modificado para Programa Nacional de Promoção da Cidadania e da
Diversidade Cultural – Cultura Viva.&lt;/div&gt;
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Entre as principais mudanças que a portaria traz está o reconhecimento como
Pontos de Cultura de grupos e coletivos sem personalidade jurídica, que
desenvolvam atividades culturais em suas comunidades. Esta decisão permitirá
ampliar significativamente a base de beneficiários do programa, considerando
que muitos grupos culturais não possuem CNPJ, tais como comunidades
quilombolas, comunidades indígenas e os grupos de cultura popular e
tradicional.&lt;/div&gt;
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As formas de fomento aos projetos culturais foram ampliadas e incluem o
lançamento de editais de Prêmios de Reconhecimentos e concessão de Bolsas de
Apoio de iniciativas dos governos federal, estadual e municipal/distrital. As
Redes de Pontos e Pontões de Cultura passam a ser reconhecidas no âmbito do
Sistema Nacional de Cultura (SNC), como unidades culturais de base comunitária.&lt;/div&gt;
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O programa incorpora como público alvo de ações prioritárias amplos segmentos
da diversidade cultural do Brasil, tais como: comunidades indígenas e
quilombolas, grupos LGBT, pessoas com deficiência, população sem teto, pessoas
privadas de liberdade, pessoas em sofrimento psíquico, entre tanto outros.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cultura.gov.br/documents/10901/1067954/Portaria+n%C2%BA%20118+-+Reformula%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Programa+Cultura+Viva/4998fa5d-dd88-42eb-8422-a2d1a4a8b32a&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Veja no Portal do MinC, a Portaria nº 118.&lt;br /&gt;
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Estive em um lugar mágico. Quando cheguei disse sem pensar, já sonhei com esse lugar. Sem certeza não afirmei. Mas era tão forte a lembrança do sonho, como pude sonhar e depois conhecer o mesmo lugar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Por aqui há um centro Espírita com nome de Batuíra, uma pousada &quot;Nova Alvorada&quot;, uma casa de jardim perfeito com flores no caminho paredes em tons laranjas e com janelas azuis. Um pouco antes três casinhas juntas e algumas fazendinhas com pôneis e boizinhos pequenos. Logo perdi a certeza. Não havia sonhado com nada disso, o lugar por si só é um sonho transcendental.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdosgPFcJyok-Bt8MKNRcofPNnGewZ90zqJo46oqbZMukgk15ciDdngqWZb7yJhPo19_6irii4gSLvHz1jFDGguHganp7x1n-5llK5OdSOXTrsnUDo0WguHPeX4mY00d6kX5bEfjHWoFiE/s1600/20140104_124337%5B1%5D.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdosgPFcJyok-Bt8MKNRcofPNnGewZ90zqJo46oqbZMukgk15ciDdngqWZb7yJhPo19_6irii4gSLvHz1jFDGguHganp7x1n-5llK5OdSOXTrsnUDo0WguHPeX4mY00d6kX5bEfjHWoFiE/s320/20140104_124337%5B1%5D.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas e a estrada? Era com ela que havia sonhado e chegado a uma porção de água no final, sensação boa e ruim ao mesmo tempo. Quando avistei na primeira cachoeira um lago, desisti de saber se havia realmente sonhando. Afinal estava nele! E o melhor, acordada!&lt;/div&gt;
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Obrigada as pessoas que preservam esses espaços e quem desprendido de coisa ruins nos leva neste caminho. As vezes com pouco de pressa para saber se houve sonho mas, com paciência sonharemos novamente porque o que fica é sensação eterna deste lugar dentro do meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;
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nos despojar:&lt;br /&gt;
- das mágoas que insistimos em guardar;&lt;br /&gt;
- das pequenas mesquinharias que nos aprisionam;&lt;br /&gt;
- dos sorrisos forçados que, muitas vezes, escondem nossos reais sentimentos;&lt;br /&gt;
- dos falsos amigos que nos bajulam;&lt;br /&gt;
- das rodas de fofocas vazias;&lt;br /&gt;
- das maldades pequenas e grandes;&lt;br /&gt;
- e da terrível tentação das pequenas reclamações cotidianas...&lt;br /&gt;
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E que possamos, ainda...&lt;br /&gt;
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intensificar:&lt;br /&gt;
- os sorrisos;&lt;br /&gt;
- as brincadeiras; &lt;br /&gt;
- as emoções;&lt;br /&gt;
- &amp;nbsp;a espiritualidade;&lt;br /&gt;
- a leitura prazerosa;&lt;br /&gt;
- os exercícios físicos estimulantes e relaxantes;&lt;br /&gt;
- o convívio com quem amamos;&lt;br /&gt;
-e, principalmente, todo e qualquer gesto de amor..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/feeds/2232244043075312253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2014/01/em-2014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/2232244043075312253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/2232244043075312253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2014/01/em-2014.html' title='Em 2014'/><author><name>Sumayra Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710844491640528661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64sirhQQIH4JsbUEAC4KiDinZD9br8q65eHEhZcWgbilA7krs0B35zii0pqkT2uRAdoc_q6kCjAYReCqUHfZNC8UYE5p63wJzLMQmrZ7xkZgt7y7l-aP2nteJlhO1zQ/s220/close+comenmdaro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651503521392076943.post-1180675575344050407</id><published>2013-12-24T15:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2013-12-24T16:08:35.600-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amenidades"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>Natal da Gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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vésperas de natal tão bem, com tanta alegria, energia, equilíbrio. Trabalhei,
cantei muito “Noite feliz”, me permiti, ergui os braços, elevei a alma, tudo na
hora e no tempo ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;rto. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Ajudei crianças
a tirar fotos com Papai Noel. Enxuguei lágrimas das que não conseguiram e
segurei no colo como se fossem meus filhos. Vi olhos brilharem de todas as
idades e cores. Vi sorrisos sinceros e fiz novas amizades. Muito Obrigada aos que
participaram do“Natal da Gente”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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melhor a cada dia! E para isso não precisa falar mal de ninguém, de fazer
fofoca, intrigas ou pisar nas pessoas. O segredo? Amor pela vida! Viva a benção
da vida e do Natal, que de forma alguma necessita de presentes caros, basta ser sincero e ter amor em sua
volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Estou Feliz demais! Espero que tenham gostado do “Natal da Gente” como gostei
de realizá-lo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Desejo do fundo do meu coração que nesse Natal, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt; admiração e o respeito possa criar um “lugar comum”, onde venceremos as
barreiras da comunicação, ouvindo com o coração e escutando com toda a nossa
alma. Nesse lugar, o cheiro do amor e a amizade são plenamente possíveis e assim seus sonhos se realizarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ser assim é uma delícia&lt;br /&gt;Desse jeito como eu sou&lt;br /&gt;De outro jeito dá preguiça&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim pronto e acabou&lt;/div&gt;
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A comida de costume&lt;br /&gt;Como bem e não regulo&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem sempre alguns legumes&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei como eu engulo&lt;/div&gt;
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Brincadeira, choradeira,&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem vive uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;Mentirinha, falsidade,&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem vive só pela metade&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando alguém me desaponta&lt;br /&gt;Paro tudo e dou um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Dali a pouco eu me dou conta&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém é cem por cento&lt;/div&gt;
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Seja um príncipe ou um sapo&lt;br /&gt;Seja um bicho ou uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo um pé-de-nabo&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguma coisa boa&lt;/div&gt;
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“O que precisa nascer&lt;/div&gt;
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tem sua raiz em&lt;/div&gt;
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chão de casa velha.&lt;/div&gt;
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À sua necessidade...&lt;/div&gt;
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o piso cede, estalam rachaduras&lt;/div&gt;
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nas paredes,&lt;/div&gt;
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os caixões de janela se desprendem.&lt;/div&gt;
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O que precisa nascer aparece no sonho&lt;/div&gt;
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Buscando frinchas no teto,&lt;/div&gt;
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Réstias de luz e ar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sei muito bem&lt;/div&gt;
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Do que este sonho fala&lt;/div&gt;
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E a quem pode me dar&lt;/div&gt;
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Peço coragem.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style=&quot;margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Adélia Prado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não sejas nunca medroso!&lt;/div&gt;
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Fraco embora, tem coragem!&lt;/div&gt;
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Para fazer a viagem&lt;/div&gt;
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Da vida, sem hesitar,&lt;/div&gt;
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É preciso, de alma forte,&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem ostentar valentia,&lt;/div&gt;
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Dominar a covardia,&lt;/div&gt;
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Para o perigo enfrentar.&lt;/div&gt;
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O medo é próprio do pérfido,&lt;/div&gt;
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Do pecador, do malvado:&lt;/div&gt;
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Quem não se entrega ao pecado&lt;/div&gt;
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Não receia a punição.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não tem medo quem caminha&lt;/div&gt;
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Com a consciência tranqüila,&lt;/div&gt;
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Quem o inimigo aniquila&lt;/div&gt;
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Com a força da razão!&lt;/div&gt;
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Não abuses da bravura;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não afrontes o inimigo;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não procures o perigo;&lt;/div&gt;
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Prega o amor! e prega a paz!&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas, se isso for impossível,&lt;/div&gt;
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Não fujas! cai batalhando!&lt;/div&gt;
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E, se morreres lutando,&lt;/div&gt;
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Morre! feliz morrerás.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fazer a quem escutar&lt;br /&gt;
A quem se fala ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Fazer, discutir, rever&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Impasse&lt;br /&gt;
Escutar, ouvir, falar, votar&lt;br /&gt;
A quem participar&lt;br /&gt;
Democratizar&lt;br /&gt;
Coletivizar&lt;br /&gt;
E como aprender a andar&lt;br /&gt;
Basta começar&lt;br /&gt;
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Longe de casa. dia de lida. Todos falam de amor. Chove. Enquanto espero o jantar estudo minha apresentação. Um argentino na mesa ao lado hablando alto e sem parar, nem mesmo quando está com boca cheia, atrapalha. Raiva. Mudança de foco. A noite está cinza. Notícias da Princesa do Sertão. Anjo que conheci aparece em foto estampada. Os mortos revivem em notícias. Adiaram a justiça. Lembro que perdi um pouco da esperança na humanidade. Marx lembra que não. Engels pondera. Lembro das pessoas que matam em carne e alma. Coração aperta. Lágrimas. Envelhecer significa acreditar menos? Significa amar menos? As pessoas não são mais boas em fé e alma. Ele não podia ter partido. Partiram com ele. Então é verdade, os bons morrem cedo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saudade do anjo que conheci na terra. Paz ao amigo André Colli!&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Não vou deixar a porta entre aberta. Vou escancará-la ou fecha-la de vez. Porque pelos vãos, brechas e fendas... passam semiventos, meias verdades e muita insensatez.&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Cecília Meireles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Ary Barroso se tivesse vivo faria hoje 110 anos, até&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Garota de Ipanema nascer, Aquarela do Brasil foi a música brasileira mais tocada e gravada no exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Hoje tive um Déjà vu de apertar e doer fundo. A história era com algo que perdi mas, não quero nunca mais achar. Foi tão ruim lembrar que perdi meu tênis semana passada que vou comprar outro mais colorido, alegre e cheio de formosuras para só ter bons Déjà vu. Não sei se perdi ou se junto com a minha alma foram roubados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;A mais temida entre as maldades cometidas pelos espíritos da floresta, para os indígenas, era o roubo de alma, pois ela extraía do guerreiro sua principal arma: a identidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Se a alma existe e se ela se resume em nossa mente e em nossos sentimentos, penso que os tais espíritos das florestas, hoje habitam os corpos de vários seres humanos tornando-os ladrões de almas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Estes espíritos no formato de agressividade, intolerância, impaciência, falsidade, maldade, desonestidade, desrespeito, inveja, traição; roubam a alma não só do corpo que os hospedam, mas também daqueles outros seres ao seu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Jung cita em “O Homem e Seus Símbolos”: “… um dos acidentes mentais mais comuns entre os povos primitivos é o que eles chamam de “a perda da alma” – que significa, como bem indica o nome, uma ruptura ou, mais tecnicamente, uma dissociação da consciência. Isso significa que a psique do indivíduo pode fragmentar-se facilmente diante de emoções incontidas”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Segundo Léa Lima, pedagoga e psicoterapeuta, essa fragmentação ocorre diante de fatos da nossa vida que, por serem traumáticos, resistimos em enfrentá-los e, dessa forma, cindimos a nossa energia vital tornando-nos fracos e desanimados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;No instante em que lembrei do tênis &amp;nbsp;senti que foi dizimada a última parte da minha alma que ainda persistia em lutar por uma vida mais justa e mais honesta. Persistia em lutar para ser amada e respeitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;O que será que estes espíritos tão inquietos buscam nos dias de hoje? O que eles ganham aprisionando a alma alheia?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Uma das maiores injustiças é o roubo da alma, do espírito e dos sentimentos de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Os indígenas para devolver a essência, a alma, que fora subtraída do guerreiro, se enlaçavam em torno do corpo vazio e faziam um ritual de rememoração, em que a vida, as crenças e os sentimentos do guerreiro eram repassados ininterruptamente até que a sua alma fosse devolvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Vou fazer o meu ritual de rememoração até que a minha alma seja devolvida, até que eu recupere a minha identidade, até que meu corpo seja preenchido com o calor do amor próprio - &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sumayra.blogspot.com.br/2011/03/sibila.html&quot;&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14.545454025268555px; line-height: 18.18181800842285px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sumayra.blogspot.com.br/2011/03/sibila.html&quot;&gt;ou Sibila&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14.545454025268555px; line-height: 18.18181800842285px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;eço licença e entro no mar o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14.545454025268555px; line-height: 18.18181800842285px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;s que me jogam para trás convenço-os até me deixarem reinar em seus deuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14.545454025268555px; line-height: 18.18181800842285px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;Tomo banho de tempestade, renovam meu corpo. Brinco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14.545454025268555px; line-height: 18.18181800842285px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;de abrir cachoeiras.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14.545454025268555px; line-height: 18.18181800842285px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;Faço brotar flores e fechar estradas em relvas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14.545454025268555px; line-height: 18.18181800842285px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;Profetizo o amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18.18181800842285px;&quot;&gt;ou Sibila, Deuses falam:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18.18181800842285px;&quot;&gt;Sou bondade e sou maldade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18.18181800842285px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18.18181800842285px;&quot;&gt;orça e fraqueza, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18.18181800842285px;&quot;&gt;ou vida eterna e retiro, f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18.18181800842285px;&quot;&gt;aço brilhar estrelas e desfaço-as,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18.18181800842285px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sumayra.blogspot.com.br/2011/03/sibila.html&quot;&gt;Sou Sibila!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Então ela sorria. Como se sorrir fosse em si um objetivo. Tudo isso aconteceria se tivesse a sorte de &quot;ninguém olhar&quot;. Séria como uma missionária tinham medo que a olhassem muito. Na gravidade da boca fechada havia a grande suplica: respeitassem-na. Mais que isso. Como se tivesse prestado voto, era obrigada a ser venerada, e, enquanto por dentro o coração batia de medo, também ela se venerava, ela a depositária de um ritmo. No chão a enorme sombra de moça sem homem, cristalizável elemento incerto que faria parte da monótona geometria das grandes cerimônias públicas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Cada vez mais se tornava inteligente. Aprendera a pensar, O sacrifício necessário: &quot;assim ninguém tinha coragem.&quot; Ela se concentrava ausente, guiada pela avidez do ideal.&lt;/div&gt;
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Melancolia da liberdade, com o horizonte ainda tão longe. Dera-se ao horizonte, mas com a nostalgia do presente. O aprendizado da paciência, o juramento da espera. Do qual talvez não soubesse jamais se livrar. Desesperada por que, vigorosa, livre, não estava mais a mercê. Perdera a fé.&lt;/div&gt;
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Era do que parecia ter sido avisada: enquanto executasse um mundo clássico, enquanto fosse impessoal, seria filha dos deuses, e assistida pelo que tem que ser feito. Mas, tendo visto o que os olhos, ao verem, diminuem, arriscara-se a ser um ela-mesma que a tradição não amparava. Por que um instante hesitou toda, perdida de um rumo. Mas, era tarde demais para recuar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E assim como um passe de mágica, ela deixou, sem saber por que processo, de ser a preciosa princesa do mistério intacto.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nó sem dó&lt;br /&gt;
Faz dum-dum sem tamborim&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;*O amor, então,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;também, acaba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Não, que eu saiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;O que eu sei é que transforma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;numa matéria-prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;que a vida se encarrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;de transformar em raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/feeds/6085757825568308997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2013/10/tres-poeminhas-para-brincar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/6085757825568308997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/6085757825568308997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2013/10/tres-poeminhas-para-brincar.html' title='Três poeminhas para brincar'/><author><name>Sumayra Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710844491640528661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64sirhQQIH4JsbUEAC4KiDinZD9br8q65eHEhZcWgbilA7krs0B35zii0pqkT2uRAdoc_q6kCjAYReCqUHfZNC8UYE5p63wJzLMQmrZ7xkZgt7y7l-aP2nteJlhO1zQ/s220/close+comenmdaro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mR9PCNHb8h-MnrRWx5ulgIvCqbLNWeSJOomRd2ASnwMJW8jKCCNFqG8AXm3WbWkwpU7nLEQjyea3RhWaBWeAx57MXpeC1FyjIPeHwmFvG62DsdXheevAPxUNpWVQ6Zwf5Hy8-UcFqYFl/s72-c/b.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651503521392076943.post-3067216782595750490</id><published>2013-09-07T16:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-09-07T16:03:17.877-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensando Cultura"/><title type='text'>Vale- Cultura, valendo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Os trabalhadores que receberem de suas empresas o vale-cultura poderão usar o benefício de R$ 50 mensais para pagar a mensalidade de cursos de artes, dança, audiovisual, circo, fotografia, música, teatro e literatura. A autorização consta de uma instrução normativa publicada nesta sexta-feira (6), no Diário Oficial da União (DOU).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A Instrução Normativa define os procedimentos de funcionamento do Programa Vale-Cultura, complementando o decreto presidencial que foi publicado no último dia 27 e regulamentou programa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Os R$ 50 serão concedidos a trabalhadores contratados pelo Regime da Consolidação das Leis do Trabalho (CLT) por empresas que aderirem voluntariamente ao programa em troca de descontos no Imposto sobre a Renda da Pessoa Jurídica (IRPJ). A expectativa das autoridades é que o Vale-Cultura beneficie até 42 milhões de trabalhadores celetistas, podendo injetar até R$ 25 bilhões anuais no setor.&lt;/div&gt;
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Deverão ser beneficiados preferencialmente os empregados que ganham até cinco salários mínimos - R$ 3.390. Os que recebem salários acima do valor também poderão ser contemplados, desde que suas empresas já tenham garantido o benefício a todos os funcionários do grupo preferencial. Para os trabalhadores que ganham até cinco salários mínimos, os descontos sobre os R$ 50 variam de 2% a 10%, conforme a faixa de ganhos. Já para os que, atualmente, recebem mais que R$ 3.390, os percentuais de descontos serão maiores, de 20% a 90%.&lt;/div&gt;
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O benefício mensal não tem prazo de validade, podendo ser acumulado para gastos maiores. Pela instrução publicada na sexta (06), além de pagar cursos de artes, o beneficiário poderá gastar o recurso para adquirir ingressos para cinemas, exposições, teatros, circos, festas populares e espetáculos musicais e de dança.&lt;/div&gt;
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Os R$ 50 também poderão ser gastos na compra de equipamentos e de instrumentos musicais, bem como na aquisição de livros, peças de artesanato, esculturas, discos de CD e de DVD. O benefício também poderá ser gasto com jornais e revistas em bancas e livrarias credenciadas ao programa.&lt;/div&gt;
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As empresas que interessadas em conceder o vale-cultura aos seus trabalhadores deverão se inscrever na Secretaria de Fomento e Incentivo à Cultura (Sefic), vinculada ao ministério, responsável por administrar o Programa de Cultura do Trabalhador. A inscrição deverá ser solicitada por meio do site www.cultura.gov.br, a partir de 7 de outubro. Já no momento da inscrição, a interessada deverá indicar a empresa operadora de cartões benefícios credenciados ao Ministério da Cultura de sua preferência e o número de empregados aptos a receber os R$ 50, conforme a faixa de renda mensal.&lt;/div&gt;
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A instrução normativa ainda estabelece que o Programa de Cultura do Trabalhador e consequentemente o Vale-Cultura deverá ser permanentemente avaliado a fim de que seja verificado se seus objetivos estão sendo cumpridos, com os resultados para a economia da cultura do país.&lt;/div&gt;
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A direita ultra-conservadora está com medo dos médicos cubanos, porque a medicina de Cuba não é ultra-dependente de duas grandes máfias industriais: a dos diagnósticos e a farmacêutica.&lt;/div&gt;
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A discussão sobre ideologias médicas não é nova e foi trazida para o Brasil pelo &amp;nbsp;Sérgio Arouca, a partir de Canguilhem. Nenhum dos dois está vivo, mas a discussão continua, no meio acadêmico, na crítica severa à medicamentação excessiva dos sujeitos, o que produz enormes lucros das farmacêuticas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Outra discussão em curso e que também não encontra voz no senso comum e na mídia é a substituição da escuta e do diálogo pela intermediação, por vezes desnecessária, pelos aparatos tecnológicos: uma indústria que movimenta bilhões de dólares (e que alimenta gigantes da mídia, como a Sony e a MGM, que tem braços empresariais no setor das diagnoimagens) e é vendida sem que se esclareça sua determinação pelo lucro. É uma verdadeira &quot;tirania&quot; das máquinas de diagnóstico, que se transformou em febre das taxonomias médicas.&lt;/div&gt;
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A medicina cubana não tem grandes recursos. Teve que se virar com o que tem. E o que tem é gente. Afinal, e no final das contas, quando vamos ao médico queremos, em primeiro lugar, ser ouvidos. E remédios não escutam. Máquinas não confortam.&lt;/div&gt;
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Estamos cada vez mais sozinhos. Temos
a cada dia mais canais de comunicação que dá intenção de uma coletividade, cada
vez mais conectada. Será? Temos milhares de amigos em redes sociais, agendas
telefônicas gigantescas, listas diferenciadas para cada assunto de mensagem e
grupo de pessoas para quem queremos enviar. Estamos o dia inteiro ao celular,
na rede, e mesmo nos bares, nas baladas, nos shows, na vida social agitadíssima
que precisamos ter para podermos encontrar todos os nossos amigos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas estamos cada vez mais
sozinhos. Nossos inúmeros amigos não suportam ouvir nossos desabafos quando
precisamos. Eles nos querem alegres e felizes sempre, para aproveitarmos tudo
da vida. Isso é aproveitar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Os consultórios dos psicólogos
estão cada dia mais cheios, mais concorridos. E isso ocorre na época em que
estamos mais conectado com o mundo inteiro. Mas não temos tempo para passar o
tempo, para conversar sobre a vida, para ver o pôr-do-sol, para fazer nada, mas
nada mesmo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando éramos desconectados, tínhamos
pouquíssimos amigos. Mas eles sempre estavam por perto quando precisávamos.
Sim, estes amigos ainda existem. Mas todos nós temos cada vez menos tempo para
a vida real; para os amigos reais. Na rede, amigos reais e amigos ocasionais,
ou simplesmente alguns que adicionamos porque são gente boa, todos têm o mesmo
status de amigos. Mas isso não corresponde à verdade. É até injusto com os
amigos leais, aqueles poucos que realmente nos suportam nos momentos difíceis.
São amigos matemáticos, onde quanto mais, melhor. Quanto mais, maior sua
popularidade nas redes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;E nossa solidão coletiva, vivemos tudo de uma vez sem
sentir cada momento. E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ninguém mais pode
querer pensar sobre a vida. É inimaginável viver tão conectado na solidão e mais ainda desconectado na coletividade.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/feeds/3154521359460488546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2013/08/solidao-conectada-x-coletividade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/3154521359460488546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/3154521359460488546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2013/08/solidao-conectada-x-coletividade.html' title='Solidão Conectada X Coletividade Desconectada'/><author><name>Sumayra Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710844491640528661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64sirhQQIH4JsbUEAC4KiDinZD9br8q65eHEhZcWgbilA7krs0B35zii0pqkT2uRAdoc_q6kCjAYReCqUHfZNC8UYE5p63wJzLMQmrZ7xkZgt7y7l-aP2nteJlhO1zQ/s220/close+comenmdaro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651503521392076943.post-4525686288586061083</id><published>2013-07-28T21:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-07-28T21:28:06.762-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mundo"/><title type='text'>Mais Valia  - Para entender de um jeito simples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Hoje, saindo da academia dei de cara com uma lua de presente! Laranja, linda, gigante,&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;imoral, indecente, atrevida e enxerida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bem no meio da rua, guiando meu caminho pra casa.
Cheguei a levar um susto quando a vi pela primeira vez, e depois não conseguia
tirar os olhos dela. Quando cheguei em casa, ela estava alta, mas continuava
impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;
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Valeu, Universo, pelo presente! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Espero que o Universo esteja mandando presentes legais para todos
vocês! E que todo mundo perceba e valorize.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/feeds/6265842729837142265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2013/07/presente-do-universo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/6265842729837142265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651503521392076943/posts/default/6265842729837142265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumayra.blogspot.com/2013/07/presente-do-universo.html' title='Presente do Universo'/><author><name>Sumayra Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710844491640528661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64sirhQQIH4JsbUEAC4KiDinZD9br8q65eHEhZcWgbilA7krs0B35zii0pqkT2uRAdoc_q6kCjAYReCqUHfZNC8UYE5p63wJzLMQmrZ7xkZgt7y7l-aP2nteJlhO1zQ/s220/close+comenmdaro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651503521392076943.post-1408132771982625328</id><published>2013-06-23T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-06-23T15:39:37.049-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cidadania"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memória"/><title type='text'>Os filhos do Impeachment Collor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em homenagem ao meu filho Luan, que me disse: - Mãe, ser patriota está na moda!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O Brasil acordou. Nunca houve
Conjuração Baiana, Insurreição Pernambucana e ou a Inconfidência Mineira. Nunca
houve a Revolta de 30 e 32. Nunca houve Ditadura Militar, onde milhares de
brasileiros morreram para que pudéssemos nos organizar livremente &lt;st1:personname productid=&quot;em Partidos Políticas&quot; w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;em Partidos Políticos&lt;/st1:personname&gt;,
entidades, sindicatos e ter o direto à manifestarmos livremente.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nunca saímos as ruas para
derrubar ex-presidente Collor, que roubou dinheiro das cadernetas de poupanças
da Classe Média. Nunca acampamos na porta do Ministério da Educação, para
combater as sandices do Paulo Renato, FHC e companhia-&amp;nbsp; quando tentaram vender nossas Universidades
Públicas à estrangeiros. &lt;/div&gt;
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Sim fizemos isso. O Brasil nunca
dormiu. Mas, sempre mostramos nossas caras e nossa bandeiras, por que temos a
certeza da legitimidades de nossos atos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Os filhos do Impeachment Collor
apreenderam a palavra corrupção no governo Lula, através da uma mídia
tendenciosa e sem compromisso com a informação, em um país onde a educação é
falha e não há memória histórica. &lt;/div&gt;
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Há se tivéssemos abertos os
arquivos da ditadura&amp;nbsp; e ensinado a turma
de anônimos, nossa história, há se tivéssemos regulamentado o financiamento
público aos meios de comunicação. Culpa nossa!&lt;/div&gt;
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Não. Eu não vou à primavera Árabe
ou Paris, para entender o que está acontecendo. Eu pintei a cara e fui às ruas
na década de 90. Passei fome e muito perrengue lutando por uma Educação pública
de qualidade, apanhei de Polícia e queimei&amp;nbsp;
bandeira dos Estados Unidos por diversas vezes. Eu fico na história do
povo brasileiro, para dizer o que está acontecendo. &lt;/div&gt;
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Qualquer análise superficial
nesse momento, pode demonstrar pequenez de pensamento,&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #eeeeee; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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os atos e passeatas tinham como
eixo, desde o seu início, a luta pela redução das tarifas do transporte urbano,
num quadro em que esse transporte é caro e de péssima qualidade, a
reivindicação calou fundo e alcançou enorme adesão popular. Essa “bandeira” é
do país, das trabalhadoras e trabalhadores.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas por estímulo da mídia a
serviço de interesses individuais e de centros de poder que se mantêm ocultos e
atuando por meio de algumas redes sociais na internet, as manifestações, em
alguns casos, foram infiltradas por grupos de provocadores, que recorrem à
violência, aterrorizando a população, depredando ou tentando invadir sedes de
ministérios, prefeituras, bancos e estabelecimentos comerciais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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O que poderia ser uma festa
cívica e democrática está sendo transformado em crise política e social.
Mobilizar o povo em atos organizados para exigir direitos e reformas
estruturais no país é algo indispensável e tarefa dos partidos de esquerda e
das organizações do movimento social, que corresponde aos interesses e
aspirações do povo brasileiro a uma vida digna, à democracia ampla e participativa
e ao progresso social.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deturpar estas aspirações,
transformando justos protestos sociais em ações violentas para atirar o país no
caos, serve a interesses antinacionais. O povo quer avançar na construção da democracia.
Continuará na luta por seus direitos e rejeitará as manobras golpistas da direita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sumayra Oliveira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ex-líder estudantil, ativista e
com muito orgulho Presidente de um partido de esquerda. - PCdoB&lt;/div&gt;
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Editorial do Site &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vermelho.org.br/&quot;&gt;www.vermelho.org.br&lt;/a&gt;
acessado em 23/06/13.&lt;/div&gt;
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