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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Na escola tenho acompanhado muitas crianças que ao viver o drama da separação dos pais, apresentam mudanças de comportamento e dificuldades de aprendizagem, algumas chegam até mesmo a&amp;nbsp;a ter dificuldades para&amp;nbsp;acompanhar o desenvolvimento da turma.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando uma relação perde a razão de ser e&amp;nbsp;os envolvidos não mais se amam,&amp;nbsp; o melhor é&amp;nbsp;mesmo separar,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;do que continuar com uma relação neurótica e amarga.&amp;nbsp; Só que os conflitos &amp;nbsp;dessa separação deve&amp;nbsp; envolver somente os adultos e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;é aí que começam as dificuldades. Os pais simplesmente esqueçem da existência dos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;filhos e passam a se degladiarem na presença deles. Insultos, acusações e cobranças, quando não agressões, &amp;nbsp;vão minando a mente&amp;nbsp;dos filhos&amp;nbsp;causando traumas e fobias. O resultado disso implica em muito sofrimento futuro na vida emocional desses filhos. Pois levam essas experiências traumáticas&amp;nbsp;para sua vida adulta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para não afetar os filhos, o casal deve conversar pacificamente &amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;juntos&amp;nbsp;decidirem com quem ficam os filhos, onde irão morar, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É bom que as crianças ou adolescentes participem dessas conversas (sejam ouvidos) &amp;nbsp;para disseminar o clima de guerra e mostrar a eles que&amp;nbsp;o divórcio &amp;nbsp;irá acontecer para melhorar a&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp;em família. Mas para que&amp;nbsp;a separação seja conduzida dessa forma,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;é &amp;nbsp;necessário muito equilíbrio e maturidade. Pois geralmente existe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;mágoas e&amp;nbsp;ressentimentos em jogo,&amp;nbsp; e na maioria das vezes o que fala mais alto é o egoismo ou a confusão de sentimentos experimentada&amp;nbsp;pelos adultos, nesse momento doloroso de suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando isso acontecer e o casal tiver dificuldades em conduzir a separação de forma racional, é melhor buscar ajuda. Um bom terapeuta poderá ajudar essa história a&amp;nbsp;ter um final mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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 style="color: purple;"&gt;Bjokas no coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E com ele a magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Aventuras no mundo novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Guerreiros de outras terras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fizeram nascer&amp;nbsp;nosso povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No coração da floresta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="www.dado.pag.zip.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dado.barrinhas.zip.net/images/BARRAANGEL.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5835473166135372809-4223564516478388632?l=umpensamentovirtual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que o ódio se esvazie...&lt;br /&gt;
E os nossos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;
não morram!&lt;br /&gt;
Que o sol nasça mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;
E a esperança se renove.&lt;br /&gt;
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Que as crianças tenham mais paz.&lt;br /&gt;
E as mães... &amp;nbsp;mais carinho. &lt;br /&gt;
O tempo&amp;nbsp;não demore com&amp;nbsp;a experiência,&lt;br /&gt;
E a experiência... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;não demore com &amp;nbsp;a harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Que a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;dor severa se angustie,&lt;br /&gt;
fique calma e desvaneça.&lt;br /&gt;
A tempestade enfraqueça.&lt;br /&gt;
As mágoas sejam zeradas...&lt;br /&gt;
Os ventos fortes se percam nas dunas.&lt;br /&gt;
Que a alma triste se alegre,&lt;br /&gt;
E&amp;nbsp; que a vida continue... É&amp;nbsp; o que eu realmente desejo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feliz 2012 !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aos amigos e familiares&amp;nbsp;que continuemos nossa grande amizade,&amp;nbsp; pela net ou &amp;nbsp;pessoalmente. O mais importante é que continuemos a&amp;nbsp;nos encontrar, &amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp; falar, &amp;nbsp;pois a vida&amp;nbsp;é curta e o que ficará&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;para sempre serão os sentimentos de saudades e o que construirmos e aprendermos juntos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Que esse Natal sirva para nós de tempo de reencontro, de agradecimento&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;uma grande amizade e aos &amp;nbsp;sentimentos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Que se eternizem em nossos sorrisos, em nossos feitos, &amp;nbsp;em nossa emoção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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; Boas festas e... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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; Feliz Natal! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O processo de aquisição da leitura e da escrita&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;na escola se constitui como importante instrumento de acesso à cidadania das crianças da periferia. Muitas vezes,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a única oportunidade de transposição de classe social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A experiência nos confere afirmar &amp;nbsp;que as crianças mais pobres enfrentam&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;dificuldades para o aprendizado da leitura e da escrita na escola. Um dos motivos é a falta de acesso ao mundo letrado que&amp;nbsp; atrasa o processo de&amp;nbsp;alfabetização da criança. &lt;strong&gt;Quem chega com mais experiência, &amp;nbsp;sai na frente!&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Os pais trabalham o dia inteiro ou não possuem a cultura da leitura. As famílias além de não&amp;nbsp;terem &amp;nbsp;o hábito de ler, não dispõem de livros, revistas, jornais &amp;nbsp;ou outras fontes de leitura. Muitas vezes a&amp;nbsp; fonte privilegiada&amp;nbsp;de informação é a televisão, com contéudo não selecionado,&amp;nbsp; que atrapalha mais do &amp;nbsp;que ajuda na educação das crianças. Assim sendo, a escola acaba&amp;nbsp;por ser &amp;nbsp;a oportunidade real de contato com&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;dos códigos de comunicação,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a leitura e a escrita, &amp;nbsp;importante aquisição para o exercício da cidadania na vida adulta.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pois instrumentalizadas, pelo código escrito, poderão participar de forma ativa da vida política,&amp;nbsp;social e cultural de sua comunidade, cidade ou país. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alunos do Ensino Fundamental do Acre&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Porém,&amp;nbsp; decifrar&amp;nbsp; o código somente,&amp;nbsp; não basta,&amp;nbsp; precisamos ensinar a&amp;nbsp; ler as entrelinhas,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;conteúdo que muitas vezes se encontra oculto nos textos. Uma simples histórinha ensina muitas vezes de forma não evidente,&amp;nbsp; valores, princípios&amp;nbsp;ou conceitos&amp;nbsp;antiquados, carregados de preconceitos.&amp;nbsp; A escola&amp;nbsp;precisa estar atenta ao que está lendo para&amp;nbsp;suas&amp;nbsp;crianças. Histórias, músicas e &amp;nbsp;poemas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;precisam ser analisados antes de irem para as rotinas didáticas, se é que queremos fazer uma educação diferente. Se não puder trocar, &amp;nbsp;pode-se fazer a discussão crítica dos textos, com os alunos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uma boa aquisição da leitura e da escrita pode mudar a vida de uma criança. Gostar de ler e de escrever pode ser&amp;nbsp;um refúgio ou uma forma de conhecer o mundo, &amp;nbsp;sem &amp;nbsp;mesmo sair da pobreza em que vivem. O mundo fantástico dos gêneros textuais, através&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;das histórias, lendas, contos e informações variadas &amp;nbsp;enfeitarão a vida dessas crianças. Darão ânimo, fantasia e &amp;nbsp;entusiamo,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;com muitos momentos inesquecíveis de felicidade.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Podendo se constituir no futuro, &amp;nbsp;um dos &amp;nbsp;meios de melhorar&amp;nbsp;a qualidade de vida&amp;nbsp; desses alunos,&amp;nbsp; através da ascensão social, de uma &amp;nbsp;forma muito digna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas, &amp;nbsp;para que isso se efetue na prática, nós educadores precisamos estudar mais, encontrar novas formas e caminhos para fazer as crianças&amp;nbsp;gostarem de aprender. Evitar as formas mecânicas de ensinar, dar um sentido&amp;nbsp;afetivo&amp;nbsp;a leitura e a escrita na escola. É necessário embarcar na fantasia das crianças. "Pertencer" a esse mundo infantil, "ser criança", &amp;nbsp;junto com elas, por algumas horas do dia. Desprender-se um pouco&amp;nbsp;da hierarquia de professor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E como os pais&amp;nbsp;são nossos parceiros no&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;processo educativo,&amp;nbsp; precisamos&amp;nbsp;convida-los a participar.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tenho dito a eles: leiam essas&amp;nbsp; histórias para seus filhos; perguntem como foi o dia&amp;nbsp; na escola; brinquem de escola com eles; peçam que&amp;nbsp;sejam seu professor por alguns minutos; tirem pelo menos meia ou uma hora&amp;nbsp;diária &amp;nbsp;para isso. Você não estará perdendo tempo,&amp;nbsp; mas ajudando seu filho para a vida toda com esse gesto.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Devemos&amp;nbsp;ajudar os pais a compreenderem sua importante tarefa nessa jornada. Mais para isso, &amp;nbsp;é importante também o professor gostar de ler, &amp;nbsp;para poder incentivar&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;pais e os seus alunos nas atividades da escola. &lt;strong&gt;Fácil?!... Não, para a escola pública&amp;nbsp;da periferia&amp;nbsp;é um grande desafio! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As crianças agradecem!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No entanto, &amp;nbsp;se nos esforçarmos, saberemos que nossas vidas &amp;nbsp;não foram em vão, que viemos aqui contribuir para um mundo melhor e mais justo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dsXqx0SAnU/TsHwXhozRaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QwbYv9dGzBQ/s1600/imagem+de+bruxa710peg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dsXqx0SAnU/TsHwXhozRaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QwbYv9dGzBQ/s1600/imagem+de+bruxa710peg.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Quem me dera... &lt;br /&gt;
Servir de alento,&lt;br /&gt;
Para o teu desatento&lt;br /&gt;
Jeito de ser.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem me dera...&lt;br /&gt;
Suprir tua carência,&lt;br /&gt;
mas, &amp;nbsp;a tua essência &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; É&amp;nbsp;avida da dor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem me dera ...&lt;br /&gt;
Entender tua angustia,&lt;br /&gt;
mais emudeceste... &lt;br /&gt;
E&amp;nbsp;a tua alma&lt;br /&gt;
não pude ler.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem me dera...&lt;br /&gt;
Traduzir teu silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;
Também emudeci.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem me dera...&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca ter conhecido,&lt;br /&gt;
Sua face estranha.&lt;br /&gt;
Nos barris de tormentas&lt;br /&gt;
assim ...&lt;br /&gt;
desvelados.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem me dera...&lt;br /&gt;
Te ver novamente...&lt;br /&gt;
Gentil.&lt;br /&gt;
Sorriso inocente.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje impossível.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Este poema traduz uma ação das &amp;nbsp;mais difíceis. &amp;nbsp;Seus versos&amp;nbsp; falam da difícil habilidade de conhecer&amp;nbsp; a essência do&amp;nbsp;ser humano,&amp;nbsp; muito mais complexo do que muitas vezes supomos.&lt;br /&gt;
&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; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bjokas no coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="www.dado.pag.zip.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dado.barrinhas.zip.net/images/BARRAANGEL.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5835473166135372809-8874429150232585425?l=umpensamentovirtual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O pouco do muito e tanto...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ao&amp;nbsp; sonhar, &amp;nbsp;radiante...&lt;br /&gt;
Brilho&amp;nbsp; escondido no&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;olhar.&lt;br /&gt;
Alma&amp;nbsp; dançarina e criança...&lt;br /&gt;
Por doce&amp;nbsp; vida...&lt;br /&gt;
a saltitar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ao&amp;nbsp; tagarelar uma canção,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cantando&amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;arte...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E tão bela.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Visível&amp;nbsp;vida &amp;nbsp;brotando,&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; nas notas e canções.&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; Dedos a dedilhar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Artista a queimar&lt;br /&gt;
Febre de vida e de dor.&lt;br /&gt;
Ardendo em lágrimas a compor...&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia a mais... &lt;br /&gt;
Na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Melancolia...e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acreditar em magia é um pensamento&amp;nbsp;muito antigo. A busca por algum tipo de poder ou fascínio sobre o desconhecido deu origem a feiticeiros, curandeiros, magos e bruxas. Muitos acreditam que&amp;nbsp; as bruxas se originaram nos Estados Unidos. No entanto, pessoas eram rotuladas de bruxas, antes da&amp;nbsp; Idade Média. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Desde que o mundo é mundo, &amp;nbsp;as pessoas sentiram a necessidade de agruparem-se, pois o ser humano é essencialmente social. Nesses grupos, &amp;nbsp;surgiram os encantamentos pelos fenômenos naturais e consequente&amp;nbsp;o surgimento &amp;nbsp;de mitos,&amp;nbsp; magias,&amp;nbsp; rituais ou mesmo descobertas&amp;nbsp;para explicar e interagirem &amp;nbsp;com aquilo que eles até então &amp;nbsp;não compreendiam.&amp;nbsp;Seus autores, &amp;nbsp;pessoas mais criativas, inteligentes, investigadoras&amp;nbsp;ou intuitivas geravam um certo fascínio sobre&amp;nbsp; as outras, &amp;nbsp;virando uma espécie de gurus,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;feiticeiros e &amp;nbsp;curandeiros&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;denominados naquela&amp;nbsp; época &amp;nbsp;de Xamãs. Eram comuns os sacrifícios aos Deuses, &amp;nbsp;pois acreditavam que assim receberiam dádivas divinas para melhorar suas colheitas, livrarem-se de pestes, conquistarem novas terras, &amp;nbsp;etc. Criaram-se lendas, contos, histórias e mitos, &amp;nbsp;envolvendo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;encantamentos,&amp;nbsp;mistérios e &amp;nbsp;seres fantásticos, entre eles, as bruxas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Com o&amp;nbsp;desenvolvimento&amp;nbsp;da Igreja, ainda na Idade Média, as crenças mudaram. Houve uma grande&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pressão social para que as pessoas acreditassem em um único Deus. Surgiu a Inquisição e pessoas rotuladas de feiticeiros, magos, adivinhos, &amp;nbsp;bruxas, &amp;nbsp;foram levadas aos tribunais, torturadas, julgadas e condenadas ou mortas, pois passaram a serem vistas como ameaças ao Cristianismo. Até as descobertas científicas ou mesmos doenças &amp;nbsp;mentais foram confundidas com misticismo ou bruxaria, &amp;nbsp;fazendo muitas vítimas nessa época denominada de &amp;nbsp;"caça às bruxas". Gênios tiveram que negar suas descobertas, &amp;nbsp;para não queimarem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;na fogueira. Os que confirmaram,&amp;nbsp; foram mortos como hereges&amp;nbsp;ou &amp;nbsp;endemoniados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arquitetura&amp;nbsp; das Igrejas&amp;nbsp; góticas construidas&amp;nbsp; para demonstrar poder&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Conforme&amp;nbsp;o exposto é &amp;nbsp;notório, que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;o preconceito ao diferente já é de um tempo muito remoto. A necessidade que a sociedade&amp;nbsp;tem de padronizar todas as pessoas em caixinhas com rótulos, é impressionante.&amp;nbsp;A educação que deveria servir para desenvolver a autonomia, &amp;nbsp;promover a liberdade&amp;nbsp;humana&amp;nbsp;resultando num homem superior, como&amp;nbsp;defendeu &amp;nbsp;Nietzsche,&amp;nbsp; faz o inverso, se ajusta ao modêlo econômico da época e reproduz pessoas robotizadas, bonequinhos, &amp;nbsp;que não pensam por si mesmas, que seguem a vida repetindo a ideologia de seus reis, governantes, &amp;nbsp;presidentes, diretores e outros &amp;nbsp;líderes. É a linguagem do sim senhor...&amp;nbsp;não senhor... sim senhora... Método inteligente de calar o povo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As igrejas se juntam ao estado e promovem o medo, a obediência e a servidão, &amp;nbsp;em nome de&amp;nbsp;Jesus ou de Deus, &amp;nbsp;que longe está de aprovar a exploração humana e o egoismo desenfreado. Se Jesus realmente voltar para buscar os seus, com certeza irão poucos com ele. O céu&amp;nbsp; ficará quase deserto,&amp;nbsp;com poucos moradores. Com certeza&amp;nbsp;milhões e milhões de &amp;nbsp;adéptos das &amp;nbsp;igrejas e até mesmo&amp;nbsp; grandes&amp;nbsp;e pequenos líderes, &amp;nbsp;que passam os dias com o nome de Jesus na boca. Mas, praticam toda a sorte de maldades, manipulam seus semelhantes, só &amp;nbsp;querem se dar bem na vida, ou na menor das hipóteses vivem a falar mal da vida alheia, &amp;nbsp;com certeza ficarão para trás e ainda acusarão o Messias de injusto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Particulamente não acredito na existência de&amp;nbsp;mitos e &amp;nbsp;bruxas, elas fazem parte do meu imaginário infantil, construído pelas histórias que ouvi. Mas como defendo o direito de ser e pensar diferente, sou a favor da existência e do respeito a todas as culturas e a liberdade do ser humano.&amp;nbsp;Nunca fui muito obediente à minha mãe e sempre discordei de muitas coisas, mesmo quando fui obrigada a concordar.&amp;nbsp;Se me convencerem do contrário &amp;nbsp;posso mudar, &amp;nbsp;pois acredito que o ser humano&amp;nbsp; está sempre aprendendo, &amp;nbsp;por quê somos seres em constante transformação, assim como todo o &amp;nbsp;universo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Eu prefiro ser essa metamorfose ambulante, do que&amp;nbsp;ter aquela velha opinião formada sobre tudo."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Viva Raul! E outros... e outras... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esse blog e esse post é uma homenagem a essas criaturas lendárias, aquelas que acreditam nos mistérios da vida, também para as que não acreditam, &amp;nbsp;e outras que defendem o direito de ser diferente. &lt;strong&gt;"bruxa ou fada"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sou feliz assim...&lt;br /&gt;
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Nesse último 31&lt;br /&gt;
Tenha contribuido para o equilíbrio do planeta,&lt;br /&gt;
Pois&amp;nbsp;as &amp;nbsp;bruxas&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca desanimam.&lt;br /&gt;
Dançam e cantam&lt;br /&gt;
evocando bons fluidos...&lt;br /&gt;
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Uma bruxa sempre sorri...&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca desiste.&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre gargalha...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dor que mata devagar&lt;br /&gt;
Maltrata...&lt;br /&gt;
Dilacera o coração.&lt;br /&gt;
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Assustada,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Só tenho a lamentar&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca esperei...&lt;br /&gt;
Tamanha frieza&lt;br /&gt;
De quem deveria proteger&lt;br /&gt;
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Incrédula pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;
Por quê&amp;nbsp; fazes isto?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Notícia escancarada no site &lt;a href="http://www.ecosdanoticia.com.br/"&gt;http://www.ecosdanoticia.com.br/&lt;/a&gt; index.php/acre-policia/14552-mulher-da-luz-de-pe-dentro-do-banheiro-da-maternidade-em-rio-branco.html&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Punição para os negligentes! Já!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Essa é uma hora em que as mulheres mais precisam de apoio! Ter uma criança nessas circunstâncias é&amp;nbsp; uma violência aos direitos humanos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uma onda de pânico toma conta dos professores por onde conversamos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não se falava em outra coisa hoje&amp;nbsp;na minha escola. &lt;strong&gt;A violência dentro das escolas brasileiras.&lt;/strong&gt; O que está acontecendo? Fatos como esse só víamos&amp;nbsp; certo tempo atrás, &amp;nbsp;em outros países. Hoje professores brasileiros temem por suas vidas dentro das escolas. Crianças ameaçam outras. Professores são agredidos ou ameaçados. Precisamos urgentemente rever nossos conceitos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os sistemas educacionais (governos)&amp;nbsp;precisam imediatamente rever a questão da segurança nas escolas. Talvez até colocar portas como as que tem nas agencias bancárias, com detector de metais para todos que nelas quiserem adentrar. Não se trata mais de um caso isolado. Todos os dias sabemos de algum fato novo. É um professor ameaçado aqui, outro atacado ali. Está se instalando uma situação insustentável. O comentário geral é: Daqui há alguns anos ninguém mais vai querer ser professor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É necessário voltar os orientadores educacionais nas escolas, que detectavam os problemas psicológicos&amp;nbsp; antes de&amp;nbsp; agravarem.&amp;nbsp; Pensar em um grupo de psicólogos, em número suficiente, nos sistemas de ensino, &amp;nbsp;para atender os casos mais graves de distúrbios, traumas emocionais e psicoses infantis e encaminha-los aos atendimentos públicos.&amp;nbsp; Aumentar o número de psicólogos e psiquiatras nas unidades de saúde para atender a comunidade e a demanda das escolas.&amp;nbsp; Sabemos que os postos de saúde e UPA estão com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;muita procura &amp;nbsp;por esse tipo de &amp;nbsp;atendimento. Porém, &amp;nbsp;são poucos os &amp;nbsp;profisssionais no&amp;nbsp;Sistema&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Público de Saúde. O que está acontecendo:&amp;nbsp; Falta&amp;nbsp; de profissionais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É necessário conter a ambição do capitalismo desenfreado que gera competição, consumismo e violência. Investir na Educação e no atendimento às familias. Rever os horários dos programas de TV que escancaram a morte, a violência, o sexo (inclusive programas jornalísticos). É preciso selecionar os conteúdos&amp;nbsp;que serão&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;vistos pelas crianças e adolescentes brasileiros.&amp;nbsp; Hoje, &amp;nbsp;eles estão muito expostos a todo tipo de conteúdo que ensina e&amp;nbsp;outras vezes deseduca. Muitas famílias não tem condições psicológica, cultural ou financeira para acompanhar e orientar &amp;nbsp;o desenvolvimento das crianças e assim vai se formando&amp;nbsp;um grande&amp;nbsp;projeto de caos social para o um futuro bem próximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos cuidar melhor das nossas crianças!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiz&amp;nbsp; amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Criei filhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pensei &amp;nbsp;muito neles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tanto, &amp;nbsp;que muitas vezes esqueci de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quando eu morrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E quiserem saber o que amei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Além da &amp;nbsp;família, óbvio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amei as crianças e entre elas,&amp;nbsp;os bebês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amei as flores e além delas, &amp;nbsp;os jardins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amei a chuva e&amp;nbsp;também o vento...&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amei a música e além dela, &amp;nbsp;o cantor.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVaBYlMpg2A/TnOr605EmyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-uVixb3Av5g/s1600/lua.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVaBYlMpg2A/TnOr605EmyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-uVixb3Av5g/s1600/lua.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amei a noite, a lua, as estrelas... Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando eu morrer...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Perdoem meus inimigos, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Se tive algum...&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; Eles não me conheceram.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amei o poema, a poesia e além dela, o poeta.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amei o ontem, me apaixonei pelo hoje...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aguardei ansiosamente o amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;
&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; Se sofri?...&lt;br /&gt;
Claro!&lt;br /&gt;
Quem&amp;nbsp; não sofre?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sofri,&amp;nbsp; chorei... &amp;nbsp;e choro ainda...&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vezes tive raiva, algumas vezes odiei.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o que mais importará &amp;nbsp;mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu morrer ...&lt;br /&gt;
É &amp;nbsp;que vivi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E com certeza&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; Vivi e fui&amp;nbsp; muito feliz.&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;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vivam... &amp;nbsp;o que não mais poderei viver...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Além da vida, ainda assim, &amp;nbsp;amarei!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mesmo dormindo abraçada, &amp;nbsp;a um longo sono eterno.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿﻿ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Este texto publiquei algum tempo (anos) atrás, no entanto seu conteúdo&amp;nbsp;continua atual, &amp;nbsp;pois nada mudou pra melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O que mudou foi que até terremoto já tivemos por esses dias... E o nosso Rio Acre está quase seco... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não precisa mais botar água para ferver, é só abrir a torneira da cozinha... água = 40º ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;PAREM DE CORTAR NOSSAS ÁRVORES!&lt;/strong&gt; Enquanto ainda é tempo!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;SALVEM NOSSO RIO!... SALVEM A NOSSA AMAZÔNIA! ...&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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;strong&gt;Segue o texto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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; RETIRADO DO CALDEIRÃO!&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Finalmente choveu!! Em Rio Branco! E eu igual a personagem infantil da TV Escola, a Kika, gritei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Eba, Chuvaaa!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não é que eu tamanha adulta, reagi de repente como criança! Pois é, isso é normal, viu! Também pudera!... O calor que fez ultimamente foi de torrar a cachola! ... Como bem diz minha mãe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E essa chuva, divina! Veio hoje! Dia 5 de setembro, Dia da Amazônia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ironia! ... &amp;nbsp;Não, presente dos Deuses! Com certeza... quis nos homenagear! Dar uma trégua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É revoltante sentir como nosso clima mudou, pra pior! E sentir na pele... com um calor escaldante! E pensar que no Acre um dia já se usou `a noite, o antes conhecido "cobertor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nossas noites eram frias e dormíamos cobertos... ah que saudade daquele tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; A maior floresta tropical do mundo está sendo aniquilada lentamente e ninguém faz nada!&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fazem-se leis, projetos, acordos, fundam-se entidades e tudo continua igual, a cada ano mais áreas de florestas são devastadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Todo dia vemos passar por nós caminhões de toras de madeira que sabemos muito bem para onde vão, quer dizer... para os bolsos de quem vão! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E saber que os responsáveis por isso, com seus desmatamentos exagerados, suas ambições desmedidas com certeza devem estar no bem bom em algum lugar por aí ou então achando que a natureza vai do nada, repor toda a destruição que estão causando, é mais revoltante ainda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas como o zé povinho não pode fazer muita coisa pra mudar isso, é rezar... e rezar muiiito!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pra Deus ter pena de nós, se é que ele vai ter! É que nós brasileiros também temos nossa parcela de culpa, somos acomodados, rimos da nossa própria desgraça. Gostamos de fazer piadinhas com a política, com o preconceito, etc,etc, etc. Com certeza sairão muitas piadinhas quando o nosso Acre virar deserto e nós torrãozinhos de gente! No mais é rezar mesmo, para aquele lá de cima mandar de vez em quando uma chuvinha, pra refrescar nosso clima e a nossa cuca que já estava fumaçando!&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;&amp;nbsp;SOCORRO! ...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Salvem o nosso rio... Salvem a nossa Amazônia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Se manifesta ainda na infância, em ambos os sexos, perdurando na maioria dos casos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;na vida adulta. Trata-se de um funcionamento mental acelerado, inquieto. Porém, &amp;nbsp;de grande potencial criativo. Apresenta dificuldade de concentração (desatenção) ou hiperconcentração (concentração exagerada), principalmente em atividades de interesse espontâneo (jogos, esportes, atividades artísticas); comportamento impulsivo, ou seja, age depois pensa e velocidade na atividade física (agitação) ou mental. Esses&amp;nbsp;sintomas&amp;nbsp;determinam a mente TDAH, necessitando de diagnóstico precoce e recondução que lhes possibilitem o aproveitamento de suas habilidades naturais.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E atenção! A hiperatividade física nem sempre se faz presente, o que dificulta muitas vezes o diagnóstico. Nesse caso, a dispersão pode ser o fator preponderante para confirmar a presença de &lt;strong&gt;hiperatividade mental&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;nbsp;principalmente se houver casos de hiperativos na família ou se a gravidez da mãe passou por traumas neonatais. Esquecimentos frequentes, impulsos, desorganização,&amp;nbsp; dispersão (alheiamento, isolamento, distração)&amp;nbsp;e &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hiperconcentração (é capaz de ficar o dia inteiro fazendo a mesma coisa) estão sempre presentes no comportamento da criança com o transtorno. Ao observar os citados sintomas procurar imediatamente um especialista para acompanhar o desenvolvimento da criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As crianças TDAH sofrem psicologicamente na família e na escola.&amp;nbsp; Seu comportamento impulsivo, elétrico&amp;nbsp;ou disperso&amp;nbsp;não é &amp;nbsp;compreendido. Recebem rótulos desagradáveis (desmioladas, da lua, cri crí, etc).&amp;nbsp; São consideradas verdadeiras pestinhas, tanto por outras crianças como pelos adultos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O cuidado é necessário, porque não acompanhada a criança pode desenvolver&amp;nbsp;outros problemas&amp;nbsp;em consequência da dificuldade&amp;nbsp;na interação social. Na escola, geralmente apresentam problemas de aprendizagem.&amp;nbsp;Pode ser também que a criança possua um outro&amp;nbsp;transtorno, &amp;nbsp;de sintomas muito parecidos. Por isso o diagnóstico é fundamental. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sem ajuda, serão adultos com problema de autoestima, confusos, desorganizados&amp;nbsp;e perdidos em seu turbilhão de pensamentos incessantes. Muitos podem numa fuga, recorrer ao uso de drogas na tentativa de&amp;nbsp;fugir de seus conflitos internos,&amp;nbsp;o que significará grandes prejuízos ao seu futuro profissional e pessoal. Porém, o diagnóstico (que se confirma após os sete anos de idade) &amp;nbsp;só pode ser feito por um profissional habilitado, pois há casos que apresentam&amp;nbsp;apenas &amp;nbsp;traços de hiperatividade, não sendo hiperativas de fato.&amp;nbsp;Outros casos&amp;nbsp; melhoram consideravelmente&amp;nbsp;até a &amp;nbsp;adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Confirmado o diagnóstico,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;alguns profissionais já utilizam o uso de remédios para melhorar o dia a dia da criança&amp;nbsp;TDAH, muito embora&amp;nbsp;alguns já a &amp;nbsp;considerem mais como um funcionamento cerebral diferenciado do que propriamente doença, sendo o uso do remédio opcional, dependendo do tipo e grau &amp;nbsp;de hiperatividade.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas de tudo o que foi dito existe um lado muito bom que pode ser aproveitado! O grande potencial criativo da inteligente mente TDAH.&amp;nbsp;Muitos artistas, intelectuais, cientistas ou mesmo gênios&amp;nbsp;antigos&amp;nbsp;ou da &amp;nbsp;atualidade, &amp;nbsp;foram ou são hiperativos &amp;nbsp;que desenvolveram seus dons&amp;nbsp;com dificuldade, lutando contra&amp;nbsp;o preconceito e&amp;nbsp;a discriminação social.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Descobrir os talentos de uma criança hiperativa e apoiá-la, torna-se fundamental para o desenvolvimento do seu potencial inteligente e criador, uma de suas características mais marcantes. Amenizando assim as angústias e o sofrimento para a criança e sua família que muitas vezes sente-se aturdida sem saber como lidar com&amp;nbsp;essa realidade. Canalizar os impulsos&amp;nbsp; dos hiperativos para algo produtivo poderá contribuir para a busca da sua &amp;nbsp;felicidade e a realização pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cobija, uma cidadezinha interiorana divisa com Brasiléia, município do Estado do Acre. É para lá que vão&amp;nbsp;muitos&amp;nbsp;acreanos&amp;nbsp; sempre que teem uns dias&amp;nbsp;de folga. Neste feriadão, estive por lá! &amp;nbsp;As lojas&amp;nbsp;oferecem um pouco de tudo,&amp;nbsp;porém o que mais é procurado mesmo pelos brasileiros, &amp;nbsp;são os produtos eletrônicos: máquinas fotográficas, computadores, gravadores, etc. Tudo pode ser comprado a um preço bem acessível. Cada turista pode comprar aproximadamente 600,00 dólares. Depois é só passar na alfândega, declarar o que comprou. Para retornar ao Brasil&amp;nbsp; atravessa-se apenas uma pequena &amp;nbsp;ponte. Esse comércio boliviano &amp;nbsp;fomenta o comércio acreano pois há troca de produtos e de moeda, o peso boliviano.&amp;nbsp;Porém, &amp;nbsp;você deve conferir muito bem os produtos. Verificar se estão com as baterias ou outros acessórios, se funcionam,&amp;nbsp;se não estão com defeitos, pois &amp;nbsp;trocas ou&amp;nbsp;substituições, nem sempre são possíveis de fazer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os bolivianos de Cobija, &amp;nbsp;de cultura completamente diferente da nossa, sobrevivem do comércio local. É interessante perceber a &amp;nbsp;cultura contrária ao Brasil, às vezes até nos deixa confusos e perplexos. Lá é proibido o uso do capacete para os motociclistas.&amp;nbsp; É muito interessante ver uma família inteira perambulando de motocicleta tranquilamente&amp;nbsp; no centro da cidadezita. Atravessando a ponte, &amp;nbsp;deve ser &amp;nbsp;colocado o capacete então, porque já é Brasil. Que coisa, não!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O clima quente, no entanto as mulheres se vestem com&amp;nbsp;saias compridas, &amp;nbsp;coloridas e com muitos franzidos. Seus cabelos negros e &amp;nbsp;longos&amp;nbsp;são penteados em&amp;nbsp;duas&amp;nbsp;tranças. Rostos&amp;nbsp; arredondados, faces morenas e sérias.&amp;nbsp;Quase não esboçam nenhum sorriso! Contrastando com as brasileiras sempre muito sorridentes!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alimentação, &amp;nbsp;paladar completamente outro!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Por isso atravessamos na hora do almoço&amp;nbsp;para Brasiléia (Acre), que tem uma feijoada maravilhosa!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas o suco de laranja boliviano, feito da fruta e na hora pelos vendedores&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nas ruas,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;esse &amp;nbsp;quase &amp;nbsp;todo mundo gosta. Hidrata e suavisa o calor enquanto fazemos nossas andanças. Brasiléia - Cobija - Brasiléia! &amp;nbsp;Há quem no sábado, &amp;nbsp;curta a música boliviana, o ritmo quente e dançante&amp;nbsp;do mambo, &amp;nbsp;nos bares da pequena cidade.&amp;nbsp;Muitos voltam para Rio Branco só &amp;nbsp;no domingo. Sem contar os muitos brasileiros que moram por lá, para estudar Medicina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No mais, &amp;nbsp;só conhecendo mesmo para ter uma idéia do&amp;nbsp;contraste econômico e &amp;nbsp;cultural, por isso mesmo interessante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="www.dado.pag.zip.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dado.barrinhas.zip.net/images/BARRAANGEL.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5835473166135372809-5325105653496551357?l=umpensamentovirtual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Num encontro de formação de&amp;nbsp;coordenadores (que dura o dia todo)&amp;nbsp;na hora do intervalo, encontrei alguns amigos.&amp;nbsp;E papo vai, &amp;nbsp;papo vem, &amp;nbsp;estávamos comentando sobre nossa vida e chegamos às nossas mães!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nessa nossa vida de coordenador, sem tempo para nos dedicar a família, nossas mães já idosas vão ficando carentes. Minha amiga comentava que sua mãe nos últimos&amp;nbsp;meses, havia lhe reclamado que estava muito calor e que não conseguia dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Mamãe, só sobrar tempo vou comprar para senhora um ventilador! É que estou num curso de formação!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Minha filha, quase não durmo de noite de tanto calor!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp;Sei mamãe, &amp;nbsp;mas prometo da outra semana não vai passar, &amp;nbsp;lhe compro esse ventilador! Ou a sra. prefere um ar condicionado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;Não minha filha, ar não posso usar, &amp;nbsp;me doem todos os ossos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- Está certo então, vai ser o ventilador mesmo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E mesmo minha amiga prometendo comprar o tal ventilador, &amp;nbsp;sua mãe havia ligado todos os dias de curso,&amp;nbsp;para relembrar que à noite não havia "pregado o olho" ou seja dormido.&amp;nbsp;O motivo... o mesmo,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fazia muito calor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Continuava "precisada" &amp;nbsp;demais do ventilador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isso não é nada! Falou meu outro amigo. Preciso contar o que a minha mãe&amp;nbsp;anda aprontando. Porque nessa idade, quem apronta não somos nós, &amp;nbsp;são nossos pais, é a hora da "vingança"... &amp;nbsp;deles...kkk!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então entre risos e no bom sentido... claro!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sairam&amp;nbsp;algumas&amp;nbsp;histórias, &amp;nbsp;cada uma...&amp;nbsp;mais engraçada que a outra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Minha mãe...&amp;nbsp;tadinha...&amp;nbsp;sofre de um transtorno&amp;nbsp; e dá muito trabalho quando está&amp;nbsp; eufórica...pra não dizer&amp;nbsp;zangadinha...&amp;nbsp;na última crise, &amp;nbsp;se recusava a tomar uma injeção. Depois&amp;nbsp;de todos da família tentarem tudo, nada adiantava, ela piorava a cada dia, por falta do tal remédio!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não tendo mais alternativas para convencê-la,&amp;nbsp;resolvemos enfim&amp;nbsp;acionar&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;SAMU (Unidade de Saúde)&amp;nbsp;por ordem do médico. &amp;nbsp;Ao ver a equipe médica, como por um milagre... &amp;nbsp;ela se transformou... &amp;nbsp;ficou lúcida!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ofereceu até &amp;nbsp;cafezinho e quase quem termina internadas, fomos nós... as filhas! kkkkk! Depois de muita, &amp;nbsp;muita conversa,&amp;nbsp;enfim... ela&amp;nbsp;aceitou a injeção!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E a minha...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;outro dia procurava seu óculos... por todos os lugares. Parou perto de mim e perguntou: &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Foi você quem&amp;nbsp;pegou meu óculos?! Seu traquino!&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; - Mamãe, &amp;nbsp;seu óculos está na sua cabeça!... &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;- kkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sim, &amp;nbsp;mas e o ventilador?!... Você comprou ou não... para sua&amp;nbsp;mãe?! &amp;nbsp;Lógico!&amp;nbsp;Não podíamos deixar essa história sem final!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Comprei sim. Só que quando cheguei na casa dela, tinham mais quatro ventiladores!... Cada um dos meus irmãos&amp;nbsp;comprou um!&amp;nbsp; &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;- kkkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E eu, deixa eu contar o sonho que tive... kkkk... com a minha mãe!...&amp;nbsp;Ela apronta comigo até em sonho!...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bom, se vocês estiverem gostando do texto, &amp;nbsp;eu termino de contar a última história! kkkk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Docentes e discentes de várias &amp;nbsp;Faculdades de Filosofia e Pedagogia&amp;nbsp;de Rio Branco, tiveram a oportunidade de&amp;nbsp;dialogar&amp;nbsp; sobre &amp;nbsp;alguns temas clássicos da ética, relacionando-os aos problemas e as vivências regionais. O coordenador do evento Professor&amp;nbsp; Márcio Damião de Almeida destacou como importância do acontecimento a socialização dos embates axiológicos em uma linguagem mais acessível o que certamente poderá contribuir para a superação de preconceitos. Foram palestrantes&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;mestres e filósofos, dentre eles:&amp;nbsp;Maria Ivanilda, Marcio Brandão, Ruscelino Aguiar,&amp;nbsp;José Domingos, Antonio Meneses, Frei Carlos,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Guilherme Cunha e Coracy Sabóia. Entre os temas debatidos podem ser&amp;nbsp;citados a &amp;nbsp;Ética de Santo Agostinho, Freudiana, do Acolhimento e a Ética Trágica Nietzschiana.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Ética&amp;nbsp;Trágica tem como plano de fundo do acolhimento, a música.&amp;nbsp;E nada mais, nada menos que o polêmico&amp;nbsp;Bacharel em Filosofia, &amp;nbsp;Hermógenes Pereira, que&amp;nbsp;com frequência&amp;nbsp;está presente&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;eventos intelectuais &amp;nbsp;da cidade, abriu oficialmente o evento na noite de quarta feira, com uma música igualmente polêmica, de Raul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Mamãe não quero ser prefeito... pode ser que eu seja eleito...&amp;nbsp;alguém pode querer me assassinar... Eu já servi a Pátria Amada...&amp;nbsp;Todo mundo cobra minha luz... Sou cowboy fora da lei... Não sou besta pra tirar onda de herói... Não quero ir de encontro ao azar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filósofo e músico Hermógenes Pereira - &amp;nbsp;Cowboy fora da lei....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;A música que&amp;nbsp;toca nas chagas da sociedade, introduziu a fala do Mestre Guilherme Cunha que parafraseando na ética trágica de Nietzsche enfatizou: &lt;em&gt;" A ética do acolhimento convive conforme a demanda de todas as possibilidades. Não queremos aceitar a condição do acaso. Mas, o acaso não avisa. Ele vem, não escolhe credo, nem classe. Devemos aceitar, não podemos fugir disso. Passamos a vida fugindo da morte, no entanto ela chega para todos. A ética mais antiga é a do caminho. A beleza do olhar, destaca a gratuidade do ser. Não existe um só caminho. A vida pode se manifestar de várias formas. O diferente,&amp;nbsp; é por acaso. Precisamos reorganizar valores".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mestre Guilherme Cunha / "&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Existem vários&amp;nbsp;caminhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;e várias&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;formas de caminhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bate papo entre filósofos&amp;nbsp;no final da noite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiPHMnURtdE/TevsLjXzguI/AAAAAAAAAWI/w2nAQFYRzM4/s1600/DSC01441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiPHMnURtdE/TevsLjXzguI/AAAAAAAAAWI/w2nAQFYRzM4/s200/DSC01441.JPG" t8="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bem, sou uma pessoa que trabalha muito... Sou pedagoga e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;pela manhã &amp;nbsp;me dedico a minha escola, onde atuo como coordenadora pedagógica, sendo responsável com os professores&amp;nbsp;pela aprendizagem de todos os alunos do 1º turno (nove turmas). Passo a maioria do meu tempo acompanhando&amp;nbsp;o desenvolvimento de &amp;nbsp;projetos, sequência didáticas e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;atividades&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;dos alunos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Para isso, &amp;nbsp;preciso fazer reuniões, preparar formações, planejar com os professores, providenciar as atividades impressas, &amp;nbsp;assistir as aulas, &amp;nbsp;fazer relatórios e fotografar. Não é brincadeira não! Só de lembrar já fico cansada!...kkkk! &amp;nbsp;Porém... não se enganem,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;amo meu trabalho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como vivo correndo contra o tempo... minha casa tem muitos relógios. Isso graças também, &amp;nbsp;ao maluco beleza do meu marido que adora comprar &amp;nbsp;relógios... Às vezes acho que eles me perseguem pela casa...kkk! Quando a pilha vai ficando fraca... nossa é um atrapalho. Nunca sabemos que horas são! Não é louco isso?!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Á tarde, &amp;nbsp;pesquiso ou estudo, &amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;aprimorar meu trabalho e ainda&amp;nbsp;faço, em dias alternados: &amp;nbsp;compras, acompanho minha mãe (que é uma senhora idosa e &amp;nbsp;doente), frequento cursos complementares, ajudo ou &amp;nbsp;resolvo probleminhas familiares e ainda me cuido.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando me sobra um tempinho livre...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Estou na internet, claro!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Minha companheira... &amp;nbsp;Meus filhos dizem que já estou viciada! Será!?... &amp;nbsp;Meu blog é minha primeira página! Mas não a uso só para isso. Visito sites de Pedagogia, de&amp;nbsp;notícias, leio artigos de Psicologia etc, etc... Tenho Orkut, Face, Twitter,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;faço parte do Cine Dicas. Etc.. O que fazer?!&amp;nbsp; São tantas as opções!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas ainda sou uma blogueira iniciante, não tenho nenhum curso de web designer&amp;nbsp;e tenho ainda muitas dificuldades. Sinto que estou aprendendo muito. Por isso quando eu não comentar, visitar, &amp;nbsp;ou corresponder a algum pedido, &amp;nbsp;não pensem que é antipatia! É falta de tempo... ou... &amp;nbsp;não consegui fazer...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mesmo!... Amo cada seguidor... cada comentário que&amp;nbsp;chega ao&amp;nbsp;meu blog. Nesse ponto, &amp;nbsp;sou uma blogueira&amp;nbsp; MALA &amp;nbsp;e assumida...! Por todos esses motivos às vezes passo semanas sem postar. Mas... não vou deixar que&amp;nbsp; me esqueçam! Sou uma fadinha... ou bruxinha do bem! Como queiram!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas também gosto de novelas, quando trata de bons temas, assisto! O que gosto mesmo é de ver a vida real&amp;nbsp;alí representada&amp;nbsp;na telinha!&amp;nbsp;Assisto de forma curiosa! Por exemplo, agoro acompanho a novela das oito da Globo. Estou ansiosa para saber como&amp;nbsp;será explicado o comportamento do antagonista (Leonardo): Ele é um psicopata? Ou apenas um mau carater?&amp;nbsp;Mas enfim...&amp;nbsp;no geral&amp;nbsp;gosto de &amp;nbsp;todos os tipos de Arte! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; À noite, pego de vez em quando um cineminha na TV pela EMBRATEL, na Rede Telecine: Filmes&amp;nbsp;históricos, de psicologia, etc. &amp;nbsp;A essência do ser humano me fascina e me deixa extremamente curiosa.&amp;nbsp;É neste cantinho aí abaixo, que pego meu cineminha.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas o que quero com isso tudo?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fazer muitos amigos e ser muito feliz, &amp;nbsp;a cada minuto da minha vida, compartilhando bons momentos com vocês da net, &amp;nbsp;meus outros amigos, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;com minha família, &amp;nbsp;com meu amado&amp;nbsp;e companheiro de muitos anos de casamento,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;entre "tapas e beijos"... No bom sentido...&amp;nbsp;mais beijos... &amp;nbsp;que tapas...kkkk! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;felizmente!...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Agora que o tempo passou...podemos dizer que criamos nossos filhos e todos são&amp;nbsp;pessoas de bem! Ufa! Que batalha!... kkkk! Por isso,&amp;nbsp;sou muito feliz!&amp;nbsp;E tudo que faço tem muito amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSih9wNWKyA/ToYBO_eWngI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/faeqsTp6Olw/s1600/bruxafiferente.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSih9wNWKyA/ToYBO_eWngI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/faeqsTp6Olw/s200/bruxafiferente.jpeg" width="139" /&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;Os Psicopatas&amp;nbsp;estão por ai, às vezes mais próximos do que imaginamos. São pessoas perigosas e não muito fáceis de identificar. Fazem qualquer coisa para conseguir seus intentos. São maquiavélicos, inteligentíssimos, falsários, manipuladores e dissimulados. Precisamos estar atentos, pois eles podem estar bem aqui do nosso ladinho! Aqui vai algumas dicas para identificar nosso "amigo escorpião"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando falo "escorpião" é no sentido de sua natureza má e traiçoeira! Ele não terá misericórdia, pois sua índole é pérfida! São insensíveis e não sentem culpa&amp;nbsp;por nada.&amp;nbsp;Eles possuem uma deficiência no campo das emoções! Quando choram ou estão fingindo ou frustrados! Não amam ninguém, quando demostram afeto ou ciúme é pura &amp;nbsp;falsidade ou possessividade! Não se apaixonam, não ficam tristes, não se emocionam.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Algumas pessoas acham que todos matam, saem nos jornais, etc, etc... Porém existem três tipos: os leves, moderados e graves. Podemos perfeitamente conviver com um tipo leve e não reconhecê-lo. Não se iluda, &amp;nbsp;os três tipos são altamente perigosos e calculistas, capazes de detonar com a sua vida!&amp;nbsp;Entre eles estão os falsários, estelionatários, falsos religiosos, &amp;nbsp;empresários&amp;nbsp;ou &amp;nbsp;políticos inescrupulosos, ou aquele seu amigo(a), ou parente bem próximo&amp;nbsp;que você acha inofensivo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para reconhecê- los devemos observar as atitudes, nunca confiar nas aparências, pois como já disse: dissimulam. Se fingem de bonzinho, amável, sociável.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rapidamente ficam&amp;nbsp; íntimo (quando interessa), com intuito de descobrir pontos fracos para atacarem quando lhes convier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estão sempre culpando os outros por suas próprias falhas. Não admitem&amp;nbsp; seus erros,&amp;nbsp;são sempre vítimas!&amp;nbsp;Se necessário, se fazem de coitadinhos! Pobres sofredores! Do sistema... da família...dos amigos...&amp;nbsp;dos inimigos, etc. Quando conviver com alguém com esse tipo de conversa, muito cuidado! Os psicopatas sempre&amp;nbsp;inventam &amp;nbsp;uma boa história para contar, comover ou&amp;nbsp; impressionar. As pessoas&amp;nbsp;de bom coração&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp; seu alvo preferido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Devemos observar como tratam&amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;família, pois esse tipo não considera ninguém! Se for necessário usa qualquer um de sua prole, até mesmos seus filhos, &amp;nbsp;em seu próprio benefício! As pessoas&amp;nbsp;são meros &amp;nbsp;objetos e quando não lhes servem mais, as descartam como se fossem lixo! Mesma que seja a própria mãe!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os psicopatas apresentam alterações de comportamento já na infância, &amp;nbsp;é quando surgem&amp;nbsp;o festival de &amp;nbsp;mentiras,&amp;nbsp; trapaças, furtos, &amp;nbsp;tratamento cruel &amp;nbsp;com animais, com&amp;nbsp; coleguinhas, praticam bullying &amp;nbsp;e nunca demonstram arrependimento. Quando adultos aprendem a disfarçar e dissimular sua verdadeira personalidade insensível. Não por sentirem medo, &amp;nbsp;pois um psicopata nunca sente medo, mas para&amp;nbsp; aproveitar melhor as situações.&amp;nbsp;É aí que tornam-se mais perigosos.&amp;nbsp;São indiferentes, frios.&amp;nbsp;Podem atropelar tudo e todos&amp;nbsp;sem&amp;nbsp;a mínima culpa ou pena! Essas alterações vão permanecer por toda&amp;nbsp; sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ouça o que eles falam, muitas vezes &lt;strong&gt;soltam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sem querer&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;algum &amp;nbsp;tipo de&amp;nbsp;"veneno", com frases do tipo: "&lt;em&gt;Não tô nem aí, fulano que se lixe!&amp;nbsp; Quem manda ser trouxa!"&lt;/em&gt; Por isso, "ouça!"&amp;nbsp;pois temos uma boca para falar e dois ouvidos para ouvir.&amp;nbsp;Depois compare&amp;nbsp; e observe as atitudes. É sempre mais prudente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; São pessoas altamente sedutoras, com conversas divertidas e agradáveis, são&amp;nbsp;hábeis em manipular, se mostram superiores em suas falas, porém qualquer sinal de perigo que possa estragar seus planos, disfarçam e com frieza mudam o curso da conversa ou da ação, &amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp; enganar e não deixar pistas. São verdadeiros camaleões no disfarce!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Só mais algumas dicas, não cumprem regras sociais, as consideram como simples obstáculos que precisam ultrapassar. Gostam de dinheiro, mas não gostam de trabalhar. Fazem de tudo para sua autosatisfação e se puderem vivem as custas do suor dos outros. São verdadeiras sanguesugas!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Agem sempre em seu próprio benefício, são egoistas, mentirosos, irresponsáveis &amp;nbsp;e vingativos. Quando frustrados tornam-se agressivos&amp;nbsp;ou até mesmo&amp;nbsp;violentos. Existem em qualquer raça ou meio social. Representam um&amp;nbsp; percentual pequeno da população,&amp;nbsp; porém são responsáveis por muitos males da sociedade, devido seu potencial para manipular pessoas frágeis,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;gerando efeito multiplicador&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nas&amp;nbsp;suas ações&amp;nbsp;negativas. Lideram pessoas, &amp;nbsp;grupos pequenos ou grandes: amigos, família, setor de trabalho, instituição,&amp;nbsp;empresas, &amp;nbsp;igrejas, partidos políticos, facções, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não esqueça!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fazem parte do mundo e não podemos ignorá-los. Conseguiu identificar alguém?! Então já sabe, fique esperto! E&amp;nbsp; bem longe...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Ciência ainda não tem um consenso sobre as causas da Psicopatia. Existem várias teorias sobre o assunto. Fatores genéticos? Sociais? Psicológicos? O que importa mesmo é sabermos que são seres incapazes de estabelecer vínculos verdadeiros de afeto. São monstros disfarçados de cordeiros! E por isso mesmo, &amp;nbsp;todo cuidado é pouco!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Se você se interessou por esse assunto, &amp;nbsp;indico a leitura de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mentes Perigosas, O psicopata mora ao lado, da autora Ana Beatriz B. Silva, mais de 400 mil livros vendidos. Boa leitura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Que bom! pensou o menininho. Ele gostava muito de desenhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele podia fazer desenhos&amp;nbsp;de todos os tipos: carros, meninos, bichos,&amp;nbsp;casas, aviões&amp;nbsp;e barcos. Pegou sua caixa de lápis colorido &amp;nbsp;e começou a desenhar. Mas a professora disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Esperem um pouco, &amp;nbsp;vou falar a &amp;nbsp;hora de começar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ela esperou que todos estivessem prontos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ - Agora! Disse a professora - Nós iremos desenhar flores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Que bom! &amp;nbsp;- Pensou o menininho. Ele gostava de desenhar flores. E começou a desenhar flores de todas as cores: amarela,&amp;nbsp;rosa e azul. Mas a professora disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Esperem vou mostrar como&amp;nbsp; devem fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a flor era vermelha, &amp;nbsp;com caule verde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E todos desenharam uma flor vermelha com o caule verde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Num outro dia, quando o menininho estava em aula, ao ar livre, a professora disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Hoje vamos fazer alguma coisa com barro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Que bom! - Pensou o menininho. Ele gostava de fazer muitas coisas com&amp;nbsp;barro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ele pensou em fazer todos os tipos de coisas: patos, cachorros, carrinhos, ônibus;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e começou a amassar&amp;nbsp;uma bola de barro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Esperem! Ainda não é hora de começar... E ele esperou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora ! Disse a professora, nós iremos fazer um prato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Que bom! Pensou o menininho. Ele gostava de fazer pratos de todas as formas e tamanhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A professora disse: - Esperem vou mostrar como se faz. E ela mostrou como se faz&amp;nbsp;um prato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, agora vocês podem fazer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O menino olhou para seu prato e para o da professora, e gostou mais do seu. Mas não podia falar. Então amassou seu prato e fez outro igual ao da professora. E muito cedo aprendeu a não fazer mais nada por si próprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adaptado do&amp;nbsp; texto O MENININHO - De Helen &amp;nbsp;Buckley&lt;br /&gt;
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* &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Apesar de muitos professores ou escolas valorizarem muito mais as aulas de Língua Portuguesa e Matemática em detrimento de outras disciplinas, &amp;nbsp;as aulas de Arte &amp;nbsp;formam identidade e autonomia quando trabalham com a livre expressão do aluno. O texto acima nos mostra o que a escola pode fazer com o potencial criador de uma criança! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Atenção: a foto é apenas ilustração! Portanto, &amp;nbsp;não trazuz ao que se refere o texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nosso país já deu mostra de que quando quer é possível. Prova disso é a ponte Rio Niterói, se não me engano, são 14 quilômetros de ponte, construída sobre o mar. Por que será que na travessia do Rio Madeira, conhecida&amp;nbsp;como famosa travessia da balsa, não constroem uma ponte?! &amp;nbsp;Gasta-se muitas vezes&amp;nbsp;de três a quatro horas esperando na fila, &amp;nbsp;para poder passar de um lado a outro do rio! Não é possível que num país&amp;nbsp; como o nosso, &amp;nbsp;ninguém ainda não percebeu que é preciso fazer uma ponte alí? &amp;nbsp;Com certeza o dono da balsa pode fazer seus&amp;nbsp;investimentos em outro setor!&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;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Na verdade, &amp;nbsp;é até romântico olhar o&amp;nbsp;rio ao atravessar no grande barco.&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;lentidão da travessia e o explendor da mata em volta, &amp;nbsp;enche os olhos dos turistas e a memória de suas máquinas fotográficas. No entanto, para nós brasileiros&amp;nbsp;é enfadonho e cansativo. Para o turismo, &amp;nbsp;basta ser construído na área um pequeno hotel ou &amp;nbsp;um bom restaurante&amp;nbsp;e alguns barcos menores para passeio! Quais são os interesses para não construção da ponte? Alguém pode me explicar? Na construção das hidrelétricas de Rondônia, &amp;nbsp;mesmo o movimento social sendo contra, ela está lá, &amp;nbsp;sendo construída a todo vapor. Regada a brindes! Independente da advertência dos&amp;nbsp; ambientalistas&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp;o perigo da &amp;nbsp;formação dos espelhos d'água,&amp;nbsp;que podem resultar em futuros desastres ambientais&amp;nbsp;na nossa região.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Quando virem os tornados não digam que não foram avisados! Eles não escolherão classe social. A&amp;nbsp;natureza é imparcial!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh! Dilma&amp;nbsp;se não&amp;nbsp;dá mais para socorrer o meio ambiente, socorre aí os caminhoneiros, vai!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dia 1º de Maio - Parabéns &amp;nbsp;aos trabalhadores brasileiros que trabalham de sol a sol para sustentar este país!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Já são mais de dez bairros alagados, as famílias estão sendo recebidas no Parque de Exposições e sendo atendidas pela equipe do Estado e Prefeitura em suas necessidades básicas de abrigo, alimento, água e&amp;nbsp; atendimento médico. Foi decretado estado de emergência&amp;nbsp;e toda ajuda será bem vinda.&amp;nbsp;Existem até criticas&amp;nbsp;a políticos do &amp;nbsp;estado, &amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp; aproveitar a situação para se promoverem. Penso que se promovendo ou não, o estado&amp;nbsp;está fazendo sua parte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O que devemos nos preocupar não é o agora, &amp;nbsp;pois a cidade tem muitos lugares para abrigar os desprotegidos e &amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp; ajuda sempre vem. O preocupante é depois, com os terrenos e casas totalmente &amp;nbsp;contaminadas.&amp;nbsp;É necessário fazer uma limpeza nas áreas e nas casas, &amp;nbsp;para livrar a cidade de um surto epidêmico de &amp;nbsp;leptospirose, hepatites e outras doenças do gênero. Pois ainda nem nos livramos totalmente da Dengue.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Área alagada - 2º Distrito - Rio Branco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Interesses políticos à parte, vamos cuidar da nossa saúde e do nosso meio ambiente! É necessário Projetos Sociais (moradias dignas &amp;nbsp;para a classe mais pobre) que venham trazer crescimento urbano na parte alta da cidade, para desocupar essas áreas alagadiças. Sei que às vezes&amp;nbsp;é fácil falar e o difícil mesmo é realizar, porém sempre tem uma saída. Vamos nos esforçar para tal! O sofrimento do povo afeta a todos. Com certeza as percas são maiores que os ganhos!&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Muitas&amp;nbsp; escolas já&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;possuem laborátório de informática. As que ainda &amp;nbsp;não dispõem dessa vantagem, podem recorrer a outros mecanismos. &amp;nbsp;As cidades possuem muitas locadoras que os alunos podem utilizar, caso&amp;nbsp;as crianças não tenham&amp;nbsp;acesso a computadores em casa. Os aparelhos celulares podem ser usados para fotografar ou registrar dados de&amp;nbsp; pequenas pesquisas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;"A tecnologia precisa estar presente&amp;nbsp; na sala de aula". &amp;nbsp;Nos alerta a pesquisadora da PUC-SP, Maria Elizabeth Biancocini, em entrevista a Revista Nova Escola, Junho-Julho de 2010. Então! Devemos ser criativos,&amp;nbsp;arregaçar as mangas e ir ao trabalho de levar nossas crianças até&amp;nbsp;esse novo mundo digital. O mundo das TICs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vejamos então de que forma podemos contribuir para a efetivação dessa nova idéia: Avançar nossos alunos no mundo da tecnologia. Na nossa escola por exemplo, colocaremos na nossa rotina um&amp;nbsp;horário rodízio, &amp;nbsp;para os alunos utilizarem o laboratório, &amp;nbsp;nas aulas de &amp;nbsp;produção textual (Língua Portuguesa), por enquanto!&amp;nbsp; Lembramos que a Escola Ilka Maria &amp;nbsp;tem um Projeto onde os alunos interessados poderão fazer um cursinho de computação em&amp;nbsp; horário alternativo ou seja quem estuda de manhã faz o curso à tarde!&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aula de produção textual - Escola Ilka Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aulas rodízio no laboratório de informática para escrever,&amp;nbsp; produzir cartas, notícias,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mandar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e-mails, &amp;nbsp;etc. Uma forma de introduzir aos poucos uma nova dinâmica nas salas de aula, com as crianças do Ensino Fundamental. Na nossa escola isso já &amp;nbsp;pode ser&amp;nbsp;uma realidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turma do 5º Ano - Professor Júnior - Escola Ilka Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Aula de Produção Textual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nas aulas sempre tem uma forma de incluir a tecnologia na sala, através de pesquisas, aulas extras sala onde se pode fotografar, filmar, etc. Os alunos podem ter acesso ao manuseio&amp;nbsp;dos equipamentos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aula de Matemática e Geografia - Escola Ilka Maria - &amp;nbsp;5º Ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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