<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981</id><updated>2012-02-18T09:53:24.116-02:00</updated><category term='JESUS CRISTO'/><category term='Índios e exploração'/><category term='Saúde'/><title type='text'>Eu, eu mesma e Iracema.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>557</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7615678187744397448</id><published>2012-02-16T23:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T23:34:15.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mochila!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPH98ulXrQc/Tz2uPSi-0zI/AAAAAAAAAqA/iwa0XxyjN3k/s1600/mochila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPH98ulXrQc/Tz2uPSi-0zI/AAAAAAAAAqA/iwa0XxyjN3k/s1600/mochila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando a gente crê que tudo faz sentido e percebe cuidados tão preciosos e deixamos para os céticos as meras coincidências.&lt;br /&gt;Eu reconheço Deus no meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando comecei a organizar os materiais escolares da Julia e da Ana logo recebi um pedido: teria que comprar uma mochila de "rodinhas, lilás e rosa, com corações".&lt;br /&gt;Parecia fácil. Tudo ultimamente, no reino das meninas, é assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na véspera de voltar às aulas, planejei comprar a tal mochila. &lt;br /&gt;Acontece que neste dia precisei ajudar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Foi a&amp;nbsp; tarde, o cemércio fechou. &lt;br /&gt;Estava feliz por ter sido útil, mas ao mesmo tempo refleti sobre a&amp;nbsp; incapacidade de comprar uma mochila pra minha filha, afinal é um pedido justidicável e muito nobre pra alguém que com 5 anos tem que encarar o dia todo na escola.&lt;br /&gt;Bateu um certa tristeza, frustração (em nenhum momento arrependimento por ter passado&amp;nbsp; a tarde em função de terceiros).&lt;br /&gt;Sobrou a&amp;nbsp; Havan e mercado.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma mochila aprovada na primeira.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos ao primeiro mercado e...nada.&lt;br /&gt;No último as que restaram eram de meninos.&lt;br /&gt;Então ali mesmo expliquei pra Ana que ela iria no primeiro dia de aula sem mochila nova, ela aceitou e nós nos dirigimos ao caixa.&lt;br /&gt;FOI QUANDO DE REPENTE...lá do outro lado do mercado, em outra seção, uma mochila rosa estava ao lado de uma funcionária.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos até ela perguntar se estava à venda e a resposta me surpreendeu:&lt;br /&gt;_Então... ela é minha. Escondi durante toda tarde, pois não sobrou nem no estoque...Mas agora resolvi não levar. Você quer?&lt;br /&gt;Depois que entramos no carro, felizes a Julia me chamou a atenção:&lt;br /&gt;_Mãe! Ela é rosa, lilás e com coração!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, Deus cuida até dos pequenos detalhes, quando não nos concentramos em nosso umbigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7615678187744397448?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7615678187744397448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7615678187744397448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7615678187744397448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7615678187744397448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/02/mochila.html' title='Mochila!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPH98ulXrQc/Tz2uPSi-0zI/AAAAAAAAAqA/iwa0XxyjN3k/s72-c/mochila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8061744330003518768</id><published>2012-01-25T10:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:00:02.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escada piano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLbEL38ZdXw/Tx_7-o4Cu8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/nuqimq9gr90/s1600/mariliamontiel2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLbEL38ZdXw/Tx_7-o4Cu8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/nuqimq9gr90/s200/mariliamontiel2012.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;classical-jazz-pianoteacherinmalaysia.blogspot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Pra minha vida quero uma escada piano. &lt;br /&gt;Não quero meus dias silenciosos e nem desejo seguir ouvindo eco de passos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero subir saltitante, produzindo um som agradável a cada movimento.&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo diário é nunca repetir.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo em busca do Jazz para que meus dias se tornem únicos a cada apresentação. &lt;br /&gt;Não aceito nem recorro a cópias falsas de dias ideais, preciso experimentar novas formas de viver o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Fico dependente do improviso que atrai ouvidos livres e seguros.&lt;br /&gt;Escolho a fé que permite trocar o&lt;i&gt; clássico &lt;/i&gt;pela espontaneidade e expressão sincera do que se quer executar.&lt;br /&gt;Espero encontrar no meu caminho aquilo que me define único em meio a tantos que sobem a escada piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VnlAPR_ixo4" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8061744330003518768?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8061744330003518768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8061744330003518768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8061744330003518768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8061744330003518768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-minha-vida-quero-uma-escada-piano.html' title='Escada piano.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLbEL38ZdXw/Tx_7-o4Cu8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/nuqimq9gr90/s72-c/mariliamontiel2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-2137064170242120922</id><published>2012-01-23T23:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:17:17.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradeço.</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca vivi sozinha. Mesmo estando sozinha aparentemente.&lt;br /&gt;Em vários momentos vi na prática Jesus em meu favor.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Senhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-2137064170242120922?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2137064170242120922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=2137064170242120922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2137064170242120922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2137064170242120922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/agradeco.html' title='Agradeço.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4664235472220316527</id><published>2012-01-21T09:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T12:44:31.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá a bordo!</title><content type='html'>Acho que já deve ter visto este vídeo mas se não assistiu assista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/miILHlLbuFM" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei pensando em quantas vezes me comportei como o capitão do navio Costa Concordia. Ocupando o mesmo Mundo por inúmeras desculpas fugi dele. Me acovardei pensando ser a melhor escolha. Peguei meu&amp;nbsp; "bote egoísmo" e&amp;nbsp; tentei ficar bem. Acreditei estar "a salvo" no momento portanto nada poderia me atrapalhar. Apenas queria dormir segura!&lt;br /&gt;Ocorre que um dia minha paz momentânea foi&amp;nbsp; interrompida! Alguém me alertou da minha&amp;nbsp; covardia, me mandou voltar à realidade e me pediu conta dela!&lt;br /&gt;Se você esta acomodadinho no teu "bote qualquer coisa", precisa com urgência voltar ao navio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gcBTlVNz0s/Txqp6JdEgGI/AAAAAAAAApw/yRq9AoL2hoE/s1600/mariliamontiel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gcBTlVNz0s/Txqp6JdEgGI/AAAAAAAAApw/yRq9AoL2hoE/s200/mariliamontiel.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto:exame.abril.com.br&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;O Mundo está terrível e escuro, mesmo assim, continua sendo sua sua obrigação voltar lá e ajudar "&lt;a href="http://noticias.uol.com.br/tabloide/ultimas-noticias/tabloideanas/2012/01/18/navio-que-naufragou-inspira-camiseta-vade-a-bordo-cazzo.htm"&gt;crianças, mulheres e pessoas&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Preste atençao: você deve subir em &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;sentido contrário&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; as vitímas para ajudá-las. &lt;br /&gt;Você precisa &lt;i&gt;ser claro e pedir socorro para elas&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se: não coordena mais o socorro, pois você um dia escolheu estar no bote. Logo, o Capitão passou a ser outro! (Isso de certa forma alivia toda tensão do momento. Você somente precisa fazer o que Ele pede.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Desculpas fajutas podem até te liberar de voltar ao navio mas elas não se sustentarão futuramente. Está tudo registrado.&lt;br /&gt;Se salvar do mar é momentâneo. &lt;br /&gt;O caos configurado, também é culpa sua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4664235472220316527?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4664235472220316527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4664235472220316527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4664235472220316527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4664235472220316527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/va-bordo.html' title='Vá a bordo!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/miILHlLbuFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4717727907367996348</id><published>2012-01-10T11:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:43:07.898-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que escola escolho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cti8Dz727MI/TwxAN6t257I/AAAAAAAAApk/pL0Ag9CQcyw/s1600/escola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cti8Dz727MI/TwxAN6t257I/AAAAAAAAApk/pL0Ag9CQcyw/s1600/escola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Quando pensamos em qual escola é melhor para nosso(s) filho(s) sempre nos deparamos com questões básicas:&amp;nbsp;proposta pedagógica,&amp;nbsp; formação dos profissionais que atuam na escola, espaço adequado, distância, custo ( geralmente este item vem em primeiro lugar mas estou colocando aqui por diversos motivos que explicarei depois).&lt;br /&gt;Já passei por isso em vários anos anteriores e certamente passarei por mais de uma década.&lt;br /&gt;Então hoje vou dar algumas dicas como pedagoga e mãe. São estas:&lt;br /&gt;Faça uma lista de possíveis escolas de acordo como alguns conhecimentos básicos:&lt;br /&gt;1-Se a escola&amp;nbsp; listada atende o Nível que seu filho necessita, então observe esta divisão:&lt;br /&gt;a)&lt;b&gt; Educação Infantil&lt;/b&gt; atende crianças&lt;b&gt; até os 06 anos de idade&lt;/b&gt;, ou seja, nos CEIs (Centro de Educação Infantil) ela ficará -de acordo com a lei- até os 03 anos. Depois migrará para a&amp;nbsp; pré- escola, dos 04 aos 06 anos. Ocorre que alguns instituições atendem CEI e Pré Escola no mesmo espaço e outros não. Por exemplo, seu filho poderá ter que sair de um CEI e ir para uma escola. Não se preocupe, pois estará bem assistido ali também. Alguns pais se preocupam com as "crianças maiores" junto com os pequenos, porém isso&amp;nbsp; é facilmente resolvido pelas escolas que determinam, por exemplo, horários diferentes para o intervalo (recreio).&lt;br /&gt;Em Cascavel, temos os CMEIS (Centro Municipal de Educação Infantil). Não há cobrança de matrícula ou mensalidade. Ainda precisamos que seja ampliado o número de Centros, porém está é uma outra questão que não iremos discutir aqui. Se você se interessar em conhecer aí segue uma lista completa com nomes, endereços e telefones. Vale a pena conferir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/secretarias/semed/sub_pagina.php?id=427"&gt;http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/secretarias/semed/sub_pagina.php?id=427&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Municipais que eu conheço:&lt;br /&gt;Cmei Aprisco, rua Visconde de Guarapuava, 178, centro - 3902-1886 (Marli)&lt;br /&gt;Particulares que eu já conheço: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/283166108382780/?ref=notif&amp;amp;notif_t=group_activity#%21/pages/Centro-de-Educa%C3%A7%C3%A3o-Infantil-Caminhar/100926869949529"&gt;Centro de Educação Infantil Caminhar&lt;/a&gt; (Francille), Colégio Ideal&lt;a href="http://www.colegioideal.com.br/edinfantil/index.php"&gt; http://www.colegioideal.com.br/edinfantil/index.php&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centro Educacional Shalom ( &lt;a href="http://shalom-educacional.com.br/"&gt;http://shalom-educacional.com.br/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;b&gt;Ensino Fundamental:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; seu filho frequentará por 09 anos. Ficando assim: dos 06 anos até 10 anos:&lt;br /&gt;1º ano é Alfabetização&lt;br /&gt;2º ano corresponde a extinta 1º série,&lt;br /&gt;3º ano era a 2º série,&lt;br /&gt;4º ano é hoje o que era a 3º série&lt;br /&gt;5º ano substitui a 4º série.&lt;br /&gt;Em Cascavel funciona da seguinte forma: escolas Municipais, via Semed (Secretaria Municipal de Educação) atendem até o 5º ano e depois assumem as escolas Estaduais (6º, 7º, 8º e 9º ano são hoje o que era 5º, 6º, 7º e 8º séries) via NRE (Núcleo Regional de Educação). As escolas particulares podem atender (é o que ocorre em muitos casos) no mesmo espaço o Ensino Fundamental completo.&lt;br /&gt;Segue uma lista das Escolas Municipais em Cascavel, elas também não cobram matrículas ou mensalidades, os professores são concursados e seguem o Currículo Para a Rede Pública Municipal de Ensino de Cascavel, minha sugestão para os pais que nunca experimentaram a Educação Pública é que visitem as escolas e se optarem por ela podem solicitar uma cópia do Currículo ou Planejamento para terem acesso ao que os filhos terão acesso na educação escolar. Vai a lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/secretarias/semed/subpagina.php?id=344"&gt;http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/secretarias/semed/subpagina.php?id=344&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Municípais que eu conheço: Hércoles Bosquirolli 3902-1463 (região do Lago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escola Rubens Lopes -3902-1458 Neva&lt;br /&gt;Escola particulares que conheço:&lt;br /&gt;Colégio Ideal&lt;a href="http://www.colegioideal.com.br/edinfantil/index.php"&gt; http://www.colegioideal.com.br/edinfantil/index.php&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; Colégio Fag Coc &lt;a href="http://www.fagcoc.com.br/"&gt;http://www.fagcoc.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colégio Alfa (Júnior) &lt;a href="http://www.alfaonline.com.br/fundamental/"&gt;http://www.alfaonline.com.br/fundamental/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando falei acima, sobre custos, gostaria de reassaltar que manter uma escola de qualidade custa caro, portanto muitas vezes o valor cobrado faz-se necessário. Porém acredito na Educação Pública de qualidade. Não poderia atuar como professora na rede pública se não acreditasse. Ao fazer sua opção verifique se esta escola cumpre com o que oferecesse. Por exemplo, apresenta um cardápio de refeições para seu filho (tempo integral) e no dia-a-dia ele come outro. Sempre que perguntava a minha filha o que ela comia durante o dia que passava na escola a resposta era sempre a mesma "chá com bolacha" e "verdinho". Hoje ela tem trauma de chá. A mensalidade era todo mês uma surpresa e cheguei a pagar&amp;nbsp; R$480 reais. Só um detalhe: ela já está no 5º ano, ou seja, fazem alguns anos!&lt;br /&gt;Na escola pública você não pode aceitar como favor. Saiba que mesmo sem mensalidade aparente, você paga ela todos os dias nos impostos cobrados. Se houver problemas com o professor procure a direção, se não resolver pode recorrer a Semed. Cobre também melhorias nos espaços utilizados pelo seu filho junto ao Poder Público.&lt;br /&gt;Encontre uma escola próxima de sua casa ou que esteja no caminho do seu trabalho. Sempre fiz esta opção e isso justifica tanta mudança né Julia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saiba dialogar e pedir descontos. Sempre dá certo! Já consegui descontos ótimos.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se é seu filho que frequentará o espaço. Se ele está feliz lá é sim a MELHOR ESCOLA!&lt;br /&gt;Bons estudos.&lt;br /&gt;Este vídeo é institucional, mas ele reatrata que vale a pena cobrar reformas nos espaços da escola pública. Além da formação continuada aos professores é claro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/swf/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="file=http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/videos/20110830145121.flv&amp;amp;skin=http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/swf/skin/stylish.swf" /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/swf/player.swf" flashvars="file=http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/videos/20110830145121.flv&amp;amp;skin=http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/swf/skin/stylish.swf" bgcolor="#F5F5F5" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4717727907367996348?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4717727907367996348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4717727907367996348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4717727907367996348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4717727907367996348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-escola-escolho.html' title='Que escola escolho?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cti8Dz727MI/TwxAN6t257I/AAAAAAAAApk/pL0Ag9CQcyw/s72-c/escola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5313537012066385803</id><published>2012-01-09T10:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:03:43.598-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do Blog:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://opregadorfiel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://opregadorfiel.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEXTO: JEREMIAS 8:5-12&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTRODUÇÃO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Entender porque as pessoas no passado se envolveram em apostasia nos  ajudará a entender porque as pessoas se envolvem em apostasia hoje  (Jeremias 8:5-12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. A INCAPACIDADE DE CONSIDERAR SUAS AÇÕES. V. 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Em questões seculares, os homens consideram seu caminho / dá meia volta, quando errado. &lt;br /&gt;B. Em questões religiosas, os homens muitas vezes não conseguem usar o senso comum que exercem em outras áreas de suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;1. Provérbios 6:26-32 – &lt;i&gt;“Pode alguém tomar fogo no seu seio, sem que suas vestes se queimem? Pode caminhar sobre brasas, sem que seus pés se queimem”?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gálatas 6:7 – &lt;i&gt;“De Deus não se zomba: pois tudo o que o homem semear, isso também ceifará”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II. O DESCUIDO COM AS ESCRITURAS. V. 7-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Judá tinha a posse da lei, mas seu conhecimento era insuficiente. &lt;br /&gt;B. A maioria hoje possui uma cópia da Bíblia, mas pouco conhecimento quanto ao que ela diz.&lt;br /&gt;1. Oséias 4:6 – &lt;i&gt;“O meu povo está sendo destruído por falta de conhecimento”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. II Timóteo 2:15 – &lt;i&gt;“Procura apresentar-te a Deus aprovado, como obreiro que não tem de que se envergonhar, que maneja bem a palavra da verdade”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Atos 17:11 – &lt;i&gt;“Ora,  estes foram mais nobres do que os que estavam em Tessalônica, porque de  bom grado receberam a palavra, examinando cada dia nas Escrituras, se  estas coisas eram assim”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III. A COBIÇA. V. 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Os profetas, sacerdotes, todos eram culpados de avareza. Muitos hoje  estão impedidos de viver fielmente por causa da sua avidez&lt;br /&gt;1. Mateus 19:16-28 - O jovem rico não estava disposto a desistir de suas posses.&lt;br /&gt;2. I Timóteo 6:10 – &lt;i&gt;“O amor ao dinheiro é a raiz de todo mal”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I Coríntios 15:9-11 - Nós devemos nos afastar da cobiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IV. POUCA OU NENHUMA ATENÇÃO PELA VERDADE. V. 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Jeremias pregou sobre a necessidade de arrependimento, mas os falsos  profetas proclamavam "Paz, Paz", quando não havia paz. Temos de aderir à  verdade.&lt;br /&gt;1. II João 9-11 – &lt;i&gt;“Todo aquele que prevarica e não persevera na doutrina de Cristo, não tem a Deus;...”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gálatas 4:16 – &lt;i&gt;“Eu sou vosso inimigo, porque vos digo a verdade”?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. João 8:32 – &lt;i&gt;“Conhecereis a verdade e a verdade vos libertará”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V. A INSENSIBILIDADE MORAL. V. 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Judá já não tinha vergonha do pecado. Devemos manter a sensibilidade  para o pecado e chamá-lo do que ele é - pecado. Isaías 5:20 – &lt;i&gt;“Ai dos que ao mal chamam bem e ao bem, mal, que fazem das trevas luz, e da luz, escuridão”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.  O afastamento de Deus é sempre seguido de decadência moral. Exemplo:  Atitudes / ações do nosso governo civil, a tolerância da sociedade  /aceitação do comportamento pecaminoso, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O resultado da apostasia de Judá foi a destruição, como é o resultado daqueles que caem hoje em apostasia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Apocalipse 20:15 – &lt;i&gt;“E aquele que não foi achado escrito no livro da vida foi lançado no lago de fogo”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seja, Senhor, tua misericórdia sobre mim! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5313537012066385803?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5313537012066385803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5313537012066385803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5313537012066385803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5313537012066385803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-blog-httpopregadorfiel.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. 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Ê você continua do mesmo jeitinho!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para essas pessoas as únicas que mudaram foram elas mesmas. E saiba que o Mundo evoluiu porque elas heroicamente conseguiram fazer a diferença! São o que há de melhor na humanidade! São o máximo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E é a verdade. A verdade delas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3299575814010722009?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3299575814010722009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3299575814010722009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3299575814010722009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3299575814010722009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/passado-x-presente.html' title='Passado  x presente.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoRAavE96lM/Twcm9qTbe3I/AAAAAAAAApc/os67fXSiP3Q/s72-c/mariliacoutinho16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5290426237623746326</id><published>2012-01-01T16:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:09:12.235-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o bolo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FwBst6QYXa4/TwCgDFGPLgI/AAAAAAAAApU/qX_g6nAlKek/s1600/mariliacoutinhobolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FwBst6QYXa4/TwCgDFGPLgI/AAAAAAAAApU/qX_g6nAlKek/s1600/mariliacoutinhobolo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FELIZ 2012!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;No Natal, comprei um bolo com aquelas gelatinas que imprimem um desenho. Fica bonito. Eu comprei um bolo pela beleza e não pelo sabor. Paladar na visão!&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei-o na geladeira e como sabem,&amp;nbsp; geladeira no natal sempre falta espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que minha cunhada chegou fomos verificar se faltava alguma coisa para a ceia. Ao abrirmos a geladeira reparamos que podiámos&amp;nbsp; reorganizar algumas coisas para mais espaço. Foi quando ..."PLOFT". O bolo veio ao chão. Sua gelatina estragou toda. Nada de mensagem.Ficou branco de susto graças ao chantilly. De bolo de natal passou a reveillon. A cunhada por já ter uma certa intimidade, chateou-se mas tirou de letra. Eu também. Já a Ana...Ah! A Ana correu, me fez lavar alguns morangos, foi até o bolo e colocou em cima surpreendendo a todos. Deixou-o perfeito. &lt;br /&gt;Passou alguns dias e eu ontem refleti: quando a gente lida com nossos problemas apenas olhando o que não temos esquecemos de aproveitar aquilo que poderemos ter! Se teu bolo não deu certo em 2011 colabore para que ele seja perfeito em 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Pare de chorar sobre o bolo derramado e crie sua cobertura exclusiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e8iHtHq3CrI" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5290426237623746326?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5290426237623746326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5290426237623746326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5290426237623746326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5290426237623746326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/sobre-o-bolo.html' title='Sobre o bolo.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FwBst6QYXa4/TwCgDFGPLgI/AAAAAAAAApU/qX_g6nAlKek/s72-c/mariliacoutinhobolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1061330085231116592</id><published>2012-01-01T15:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:34:15.492-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTgHqFqdI6k/TwCWZpzxHGI/AAAAAAAAApI/8pkq9jwgXFw/s1600/mariliacoutinhofama.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTgHqFqdI6k/TwCWZpzxHGI/AAAAAAAAApI/8pkq9jwgXFw/s1600/mariliacoutinhofama.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;famamp.wordpress.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Desculpa quem não concorda mas preciso falar.&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos tempos temos visto um movimento de "aceitação" da mídia em relação aos evangélicos, principalmente na música (engraçado como se enfeitam os termos para depois aceitá-los.Que mal tem a palavra crente? A explicação da mudança de nomenclatura é muito válida mas me parece que decoramos apenas para nos sentirmos iguais. &lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/mt/5"&gt;Não somos&lt;/a&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;Como dizia acima, programas que antes pareciam clubes fechados, agora solidariamente convidam "astros" da música "gospel" para terem o &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;privilégio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; de animarem a platéia e aumentarem a audiência também nos lares evangélicos. Sim, antes nós não assistiámos televisão, então porque se preocupariam em atender este público? &lt;br /&gt;A minha análise fria e crua, talvez para alguns "ignorante" é que: Não precisamos de espaços esmolados na mídia para levar a palavra de Deus. Ele não precisa de caridade. O que Ele precisa é de crentes que desliguem suas televisões e saiam de suas casas com o propósito de trazer as platéias dos shows e seus apresentadores moderninhos adeptos de um ecumenismo desastroso a meu ver,&amp;nbsp; para dentro das igrejas e não o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Nós não devemos amar o mundo e ele vai acabar sim! Ao contrário da estampa da "camiseta do bem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe se eu não aceito uma Torre de Babel das religiões e se não quero fazer parte desta &lt;b&gt;"cota" &lt;/b&gt;aberta na mídia.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, quer saber? Não precisa me desculpar. Apenas reflita ao ponto que chegamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1061330085231116592?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1061330085231116592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1061330085231116592&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1061330085231116592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1061330085231116592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTgHqFqdI6k/TwCWZpzxHGI/AAAAAAAAApI/8pkq9jwgXFw/s72-c/mariliacoutinhofama.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7473227163464279158</id><published>2011-12-29T17:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:30:32.693-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre "hoje e amanhã" a vida termina e recomeça.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2wcA1APoTU/Tvy_zCnm15I/AAAAAAAAAo8/pl9gGfJtB-U/s1600/mariliablog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2wcA1APoTU/Tvy_zCnm15I/AAAAAAAAAo8/pl9gGfJtB-U/s1600/mariliablog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu me lembro de uma brincadeira que faziámos entre o vão de duas camas: brincavámos de velório. Um deitava e os outros fingiam chorar. Não sei como isso aconteceu ou quem começou. Sei que era divertido pois ninguém estava morto de fato. Outra coisa que lembro é de dar a notícia da morte da minha vovó querida como se fosse uma surpresa boa: " Karla...a vó morreeeu!". Fui encontrá-la no meio do caminho e como o tom da fala parecia mais festa do que outra coisa ela não acreditou. Infelizmente era verdade.&lt;br /&gt;O que era a morte pra mim quando tinha oito anos? Era um evento, uma brincadeira e algo que não me atingia. Com o tempo, depois da morte da minha vó comecei a ficar triste e&amp;nbsp; percebi que ela não voltaria mais e que nunca mais teria a chance de brincar, levar seu chinelo ou escutá-la falando alemão. Um dia, tive um sonho: Minha vó chegou como visita, sentou-se perto da porta. Estava bonita e com boa memória. Eu perguntei se ela queria comer e ela disse que "não". No sonho ela me dizia que não precisava comer, nem fazer outras coisas que necessitamos aqui. Ela me disse que tinha que ir. Sei que foi um sonho pois ninguém pode voltar à vida para nos dar recado ou coisa assim. Depois daquele dia foi mais facil lidar com o luto. Lidar com a morte não. A gente sempre quer ver todos bem e vivos. Acho que é assim que tem que ser. Não brinco mais de morrer e se um dia eu morrer primeiro que você, saiba que não morri de fato, pois ganhei o direito à vida eterna, graças a Jesus Cristo: &lt;b&gt;" E esta é a promessa que ele nos fez: a vida eterna." (1 João 2:25)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dica de vídeo sobre o post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JZWSrlinMek" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;header&gt;&lt;/header&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; left: -99999px; position: absolute;"&gt;1 João 2:25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; left: -99999px; position: absolute;"&gt;E esta é a promessa que ele nos fez: a vida eterna. &lt;br /&gt;1 João 2:25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7473227163464279158?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7473227163464279158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7473227163464279158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7473227163464279158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7473227163464279158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/entre-hoje-e-amanha-vida-termina-e.html' title='Entre &quot;hoje e amanhã&quot; a vida termina e recomeça.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2wcA1APoTU/Tvy_zCnm15I/AAAAAAAAAo8/pl9gGfJtB-U/s72-c/mariliablog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8990543428850752256</id><published>2011-12-21T18:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:25:44.137-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...que nos amemos uns aos outros."&lt;br /&gt;2 João 1:5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8990543428850752256?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8990543428850752256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8990543428850752256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8990543428850752256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8990543428850752256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4683224264410919376</id><published>2011-12-16T13:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:48:44.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por hoje é só...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--87DO8gMR0Q/Tutie_bAsbI/AAAAAAAAAos/RZNL0UWsnYs/s1600/livre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--87DO8gMR0Q/Tutie_bAsbI/AAAAAAAAAos/RZNL0UWsnYs/s1600/livre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há dias que mesmo com &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;sol&amp;nbsp; o coração lateja e a cabeça precisa de sossego. Nestes dias as palavras devem ser pronunciadas lentamente...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Me deixe em silêncio e só.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Procure não reparar nas minhas respostas curtas, em meu humor azedo ou na falta de trato.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se precisar falar comigo, fale pouco, quase nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me informe o&amp;nbsp; necessário apenas para me tirar de algum perigo. O restante deixe pra depois. Pra outro dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nestes dias não é importante ir às compras,&amp;nbsp; aparar a grama ou levar o lixo...deixe meu dia correr sozinho. e mantenha a calma comigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esqueça os conselhos e não me lembre das minhas obrigações.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas tenha paciência comigo, porque um dia todos se encontram com seus &lt;u&gt;limites.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4683224264410919376?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4683224264410919376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4683224264410919376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4683224264410919376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4683224264410919376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/por-hoje-e-so.html' title='Por hoje é só...'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--87DO8gMR0Q/Tutie_bAsbI/AAAAAAAAAos/RZNL0UWsnYs/s72-c/livre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4161290661950750677</id><published>2011-12-03T13:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:09:36.349-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Resiliência (psicologia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhpVGXfhrB4/Tto7mm69IEI/AAAAAAAAAok/YQ6SgMSOX9g/s1600/mariliacoutinho15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhpVGXfhrB4/Tto7mm69IEI/AAAAAAAAAok/YQ6SgMSOX9g/s200/mariliacoutinho15.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; "A resiliência é um conceito psicológico emprestado da física, definido como a capacidade de o indivíduo lidar com problemas, superar obstáculos ou resistir à pressão de situações adversas - choque, estresse etc. - sem entrar em surto psicológico. No entanto, Job (2003), que estudou a resiliência em organizações, argumenta que a resiliência se trata de uma tomada de decisão quando alguém depara com um contexto entre a tensão do ambiente e a vontade de vencer. Essas decisões propiciam forças na pessoa para enfrentar a adversidade. Assim entendido, pode-se considerar que a resiliência é uma combinação de fatores que propiciam ao ser humano condições para enfrentar e superar problemas e adversidades." (Wikipédia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7cng4zOfLNc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4161290661950750677?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4161290661950750677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4161290661950750677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4161290661950750677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4161290661950750677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/resiliencia-psicologia.html' title='Resiliência (psicologia)'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhpVGXfhrB4/Tto7mm69IEI/AAAAAAAAAok/YQ6SgMSOX9g/s72-c/mariliacoutinho15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1531657221046595505</id><published>2011-11-30T20:26:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:43:51.389-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conviver e ver o outro é exercício diário.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CchKIe3n28Y/TtatS1QCAKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/f41uRygiYoA/s1600/PB300001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CchKIe3n28Y/TtatS1QCAKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/f41uRygiYoA/s320/PB300001.JPG" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Duas pessoas &lt;/span&gt;não precisam à primeira vista se amarem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Elas não precisam fingir que se suportam para manter as aparências.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao testarem suas afinidades elas podem honestamente chegar a conclusão que não possuem nenhuma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Podem&amp;nbsp; preferir ficar longe uma da outra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Podem discutir sobre o que pensam sem serem democráticas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficar sem falar, por não terem nada a dizer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas se um dia elas escolherem testar uma máquina, tirando uma foto juntas e sorrindo então elas estão dizendo, honestamente, que venceram todos os preconceitos e mantiveram, este tempo todo, a esperança no outro...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem hipocrisia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1531657221046595505?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1531657221046595505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1531657221046595505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1531657221046595505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1531657221046595505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/duas-pessoas-nao-precisam-primeira.html' title='Conviver e ver o outro é exercício diário.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CchKIe3n28Y/TtatS1QCAKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/f41uRygiYoA/s72-c/PB300001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-2169944797707980111</id><published>2011-11-28T19:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:03:25.913-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No outro lugar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thZ-1FQjMe4/TtQEeqr2EuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/S2_ycXzRCus/s1600/mariliacoutinho13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thZ-1FQjMe4/TtQEeqr2EuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/S2_ycXzRCus/s320/mariliacoutinho13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;leufallavena.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Procure escutar antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt; Olhar antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Amar, antes de escutar e antes mesmo de olhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Não se prenda ao seu juízo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Observe e se necessário apalpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Apalpe com os olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;com os ouvidos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;com o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Sinta o que se passa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Seja solidário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Coloco-se na outra cadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;No outro aposento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;na outra casa e se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;não for o bastante,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;coloque-se na &lt;i&gt;outra pele&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Abra sua mão e levemente remova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;pimenta alheia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; depois polvilhe sobre os seus olhos, tente neste momento entender a dor no outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;Por favor, entenda a dimensão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SJJkAn7tnXU" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-2169944797707980111?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2169944797707980111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=2169944797707980111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2169944797707980111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2169944797707980111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/procure-escutar-antes.html' title='No outro lugar...'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thZ-1FQjMe4/TtQEeqr2EuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/S2_ycXzRCus/s72-c/mariliacoutinho13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6045414758412947846</id><published>2011-11-19T15:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:21:27.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivo do meu Blog.</title><content type='html'>Tantos meios de se esquecer algo! Escolhi o meu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XZgwfggIEx0" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank´s &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/erikaokazaki"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt; pelo encontro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6045414758412947846?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6045414758412947846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6045414758412947846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6045414758412947846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6045414758412947846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/motivo-do-meu-blog.html' title='Motivo do meu Blog.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XZgwfggIEx0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6409065647150618583</id><published>2011-11-16T20:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:37:19.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo a (des) confiar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uW90gTePlw/TsQ6BYVy7II/AAAAAAAAAoI/4G__pBKIg04/s1600/mariliacoutinho8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uW90gTePlw/TsQ6BYVy7II/AAAAAAAAAoI/4G__pBKIg04/s320/mariliacoutinho8.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;caminhosdeminutos.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Que difícil confiar em alguém nestes dias!&lt;br /&gt;Escuto falar de um tempo onde os contratos eram bigodes e a confiança era crédito!&lt;br /&gt;Virtude ainda é.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, amanhã, me encontrarei com um &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;estranho que me prestará um serviço&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; e estou aqui, desde hoje, educando minha &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;desconfiança&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, quando deveria, apenas confiar!&lt;br /&gt;Estou a fazer isso, não por ser desconfiada de nascença.&lt;br /&gt;Fui pegando aos poucos esta mania de ter sempre uma pulga atrás da orelha. Das duas, uma para cada orelha, que se diga.&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo tem um começo e nada vem adicionado ao leite materno (além de suas ricas propriedades nutricionais) acredito que comecei a desconfiar quando ainda criança.&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiei que tentar dar os primeiros passos sem apoiar-me em alguma cadeira&lt;i&gt; não era uma boa&lt;/i&gt;, logo após a queda.&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiei que o liquído rosa e doce ia para além do gosto de morango e que a picadinha da agulha doía sim!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, a vida se encarrega de nos treinar para desconfiar!&lt;br /&gt;Ô VIDA!!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus...confiar mesmo só em TI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6409065647150618583?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6409065647150618583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6409065647150618583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6409065647150618583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6409065647150618583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/aprendendo-des-confiar.html' title='Aprendendo a (des) confiar.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uW90gTePlw/TsQ6BYVy7II/AAAAAAAAAoI/4G__pBKIg04/s72-c/mariliacoutinho8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1006709430345917028</id><published>2011-11-10T23:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:10:19.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Terror?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXiKZbbfT0Y/Trx1IEmHopI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3tlkdnPQdKQ/s1600/mariliacoutinho7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXiKZbbfT0Y/Trx1IEmHopI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3tlkdnPQdKQ/s320/mariliacoutinho7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;rebelbadges.co.uk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha Ana tem um sobrenome um tanto inusitado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Percebo isso, sempre que levo ela ao médico ou preciso registrar seu nome completo em algum lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O espanto visível, faz com que eu repita em alto e bom som: "Sim: T-E-R-R-O-R".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já ouvi que eu "nunca, jamais, em hipótese alguma" deveria ter aceitado que ela herdasse este sobrenome do pai: "Imagina! Carregar tamanho horror! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desculpe, mas não tem horror, nem terror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais vale a Ana, pessoa, composta de corpo, alma e espirito, que um amontoado de letras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nome, meus caros, não forma caráter, conduta, nem destino! Eu tinha uma opção e a fiz consciente, com meu coração em paz. Não se priva uma criança de ter em seu registro o nome dos pais, por mero capricho ou interesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Li em inúmeras colunas políciais, pessoas de nomes notáveis e com significados nobres cometerem atos de envergonhar até as&amp;nbsp; mães mais relapsas ! Claro que isso não é regra. Também conheci sobre pessoas, como nomes igualmente notáveis que fizeram ou fazem por onde combinando perfeitamente com o substantivo próprio que posuiam ou possuem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para concluir vou reproduzir algumas partes do parecer sobre a minha &lt;i&gt;Terror&lt;/i&gt;, feito pela escola:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1º Bimestre: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"...escreve seu nome. Desenvolve todas as atividades propostas.(...) Participa oralmente das atividades orais, interagindo bem com os colegas. Tem autonomia nas suas atitudes. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2º Bimestre:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Desenvolve todas as atividades propostas &lt;b&gt;com satisfação&lt;/b&gt;, (...) &lt;b&gt;Interage bem&lt;/b&gt; com os colegas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3º Bimestre:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"(...) apresenta-se &lt;b&gt;participativa&lt;/b&gt;. (...) Possui boa coordenação e equilíbrio, participa de brincadeiras e jogos que envolvem correr, subir, pular, descer, etc...&lt;b&gt;respeitando as regras&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4º Bimestre:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) É participativa durante as explicações e não apresenta dificuldades para compreender os conteúdos trabalhados, realizando &lt;b&gt;com interesse e capricho&lt;/b&gt; as atividades propostas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que&amp;nbsp; fiz a melhor escolha ao contrário de me perder em achismos ou teorias infundadas sobre o futuro de alguém eu ofereço a ela amor e limites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus é amor&lt;/i&gt;! E para Ele você é mais importante que seu nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao final Ele nos dará um novo e perfeito nome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1006709430345917028?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1006709430345917028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1006709430345917028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1006709430345917028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1006709430345917028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/ana-terror.html' title='Ana Terror?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXiKZbbfT0Y/Trx1IEmHopI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3tlkdnPQdKQ/s72-c/mariliacoutinho7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3604093030249767669</id><published>2011-11-10T20:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:39:40.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apagar.</title><content type='html'>Há dias que desejaria ter a capacidade de deletar as coisas ruins e repassar lentamente as coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer então para &lt;i&gt;deslembrar&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3604093030249767669?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3604093030249767669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3604093030249767669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3604093030249767669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3604093030249767669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/apagar.html' title='Apagar.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-9112316341783636865</id><published>2011-11-07T23:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:52:19.757-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixe esfriar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyPgPqCAIi8/TriJWMGJ_uI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UfW-zmjirwA/s1600/mariliacoutinho5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyPgPqCAIi8/TriJWMGJ_uI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UfW-zmjirwA/s320/mariliacoutinho5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:bondfaro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quem &lt;/span&gt;já assou qualquer coisa de se comer quente mas, precisou antes de degustar, atender a porta ou telefone percebeu ao retornar que todo o sabor se perdeu e levando junto a textura e a satisfação de comer algo realmente bom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não saboreamos uma pizza gelada, quando muito, engolimos por preguiça ou falta de tempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na vida, tem coisas que precisam estar no ponto pra que a gente consiga suportar ou sentir-se bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se existem coisas que não te fazem suspirar, fechar os olhos ao servir-se... &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;abandone-as&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Pois &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ou &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;se é feliz por completo &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ou &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;apenas desfruta-se enganosamente-preguiçosamente-convenientemente da &lt;i style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vida gelada que sobrou de ontem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-9112316341783636865?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9112316341783636865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=9112316341783636865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/9112316341783636865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/9112316341783636865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-deixe-esfriar.html' title='Não deixe esfriar!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyPgPqCAIi8/TriJWMGJ_uI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UfW-zmjirwA/s72-c/mariliacoutinho5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7188223281350218702</id><published>2011-11-06T14:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:07:16.895-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meninas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wZb0dq_0fbY" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7188223281350218702?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7188223281350218702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7188223281350218702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7188223281350218702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7188223281350218702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/meninas.html' title='Meninas.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wZb0dq_0fbY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5461686668548309580</id><published>2011-11-05T22:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:55:40.532-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JESUS CRISTO'/><title type='text'>JESUS CRISTO AMA VOCÊ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus ama você TANTO que deu a VIDA para te ver sorrir, expressando neste ato o amor de DEUS pelos homens! Acredite ou não isso já está feito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é livre para aceitar Tê-lo com você todos os dias OU para passar a ETERNIDADE muito mal acompanhado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Te desejo PAZ! &lt;i&gt;#ficadica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z_Ab4-f5qGs" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5461686668548309580?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5461686668548309580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5461686668548309580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5461686668548309580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5461686668548309580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/jesus-cristo-ama-voce.html' title='JESUS CRISTO AMA VOCÊ.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z_Ab4-f5qGs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-655070187515125713</id><published>2011-11-02T11:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:45:23.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finados pra mim é:</title><content type='html'>A dor que me parece muita não é sentida apenas por mim! O vídeo abaixo revela como podemos chorar e sermos consolados por Deus em todos os momentos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d9mLq8Hk-B8" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-655070187515125713?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/655070187515125713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=655070187515125713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/655070187515125713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/655070187515125713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/finados-pra-mim-e.html' title='Finados pra mim é:'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d9mLq8Hk-B8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6724351154041072276</id><published>2011-10-27T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:20:36.173-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bora lá?</title><content type='html'>Vi (li) no blog&lt;a href="http://arturinthewoods.blogspot.com/"&gt; http://arturinthewoods.blogspot.com/&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;e gostei!&lt;br /&gt;Testa você: &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/app"&gt;http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/app&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6724351154041072276?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6724351154041072276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6724351154041072276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6724351154041072276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6724351154041072276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/bora-la_27.html' title='Bora lá?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-219578462508139368</id><published>2011-10-26T21:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:10:44.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A roupa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HTN1qYencg/TqiemfExTqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2cM-l45lK_s/s1600/mariliacoutinho3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HTN1qYencg/TqiemfExTqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2cM-l45lK_s/s320/mariliacoutinho3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.ohceus.com/tag/listras/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A roupa que escolho no armário hoje, &lt;br /&gt;Logo no início do dia&lt;br /&gt;Não foi costurada por mim&lt;br /&gt;Nem surgiu dentro do armário por milagre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-a no cabide,&lt;br /&gt;Agradável ao tato&lt;br /&gt;tal como cortina ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;Algodão macio que&lt;br /&gt;protege o corpo da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;inclemência do tempo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta roupa veio&lt;br /&gt;Da loja do centro e&lt;br /&gt;Tampouco a fez a Beth,&lt;br /&gt;Dona da boutique.&lt;br /&gt;Esta roupa veio&lt;br /&gt;De uma oficina clandestina em São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Ou no Estado do Rio&lt;br /&gt;E tampouco a fez a dona da oficina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_627820226"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em lugares apertados,&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há condição de&lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/brasil/noticias/0,,OI5301309-EI5030,00-Denuncias+ligam+fornecedora+da+Zara+a+trabalho+escravo+em+SP.html"&gt; trabalho&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nem ar-condicionado,&lt;br /&gt;homens e mulheres que não sabem o português&lt;span id="goog_627820227"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortaram e costuraram moldes&lt;br /&gt;Que viraram roupas.&lt;br /&gt;Em prédios centrais e de fachadas comuns&lt;br /&gt;estrangeiros de vida amarga&lt;br /&gt;E dura&lt;br /&gt;Produziram esta roupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azul e branca &lt;br /&gt;Com que me visto para o trabalho esta manhã&lt;br /&gt;Em Cascavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Obs: Escrito a partir de: "O açucar" de Ferreira Gullar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puc-rio.br/vestibular/repositorio/provas/2005/portugues-todos.html"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;GULLAR,              Ferreira. Dentro da noite veloz &amp;amp; Poema sujo. São              Paulo: Círculo do Livro, s/d, pp.51-2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-219578462508139368?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/219578462508139368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=219578462508139368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/219578462508139368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/219578462508139368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/roupa.html' title='A roupa.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HTN1qYencg/TqiemfExTqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2cM-l45lK_s/s72-c/mariliacoutinho3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-476932087562388781</id><published>2011-10-23T17:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:42:51.974-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu? Marilia? 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Marilia? Eu?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IpliyqhU2Us/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1503407884095049610</id><published>2011-10-23T17:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:24:50.528-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, eu mesma e o Tempo - Demi Lovato</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mk4nfGBhvLM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Eu Mesma e o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso fazer a chuva parar, se eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;Só pela minha atitude&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso pegar meu laptop, tirar uma foto&lt;br /&gt;E mudar o seu ponto de vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu entrei nesse mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;E estou com o coração tão aberto&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tenho um longo caminho a percorrer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu estou, eu estou apenas começando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou focando minha cabeça e&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei que&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou dando meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não é pra te mostrar, te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que for preciso para ser&lt;br /&gt;O que eu pretendia ser&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou vivendo o sonho&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei, eu sei que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou dando o meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Para não acabar, acabar&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que tudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;Comigo, eu mesma e o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou onde a vida me levar&lt;br /&gt;Mas alguns dias ela que me faz&lt;br /&gt;Querer mudar minha direção&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes fico sozinha, mas eu sei&lt;br /&gt;que é apenas uma questão de percepção da mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu entrei nesse mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;E estou com o coração tão aberto&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tenho um longo caminho a percorrer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu estou, eu estou apenas começando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou focando minha cabeça e&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei que&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou dando meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não é pra te mostrar, te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que for preciso para ser&lt;br /&gt;O que eu pretendia ser&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou vivendo o sonho&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei, eu sei que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou dando o meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Para não acabar, acabar&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que tudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;Comigo, eu mesma e o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez não haja nada como esse momento&lt;br /&gt;Então seja realista e deixe a verdade ser dita&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que quebrou, eu posso consertar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe a liderança em minhas mãos e as estrelas continuarão brilhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tente, mais amor&lt;br /&gt;Se eu apenas tentar, mais amor&lt;br /&gt;Então eu vou me encontrar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou focando minha cabeça e&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei que&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou dando meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não é pra te mostrar, te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que for preciso para ser&lt;br /&gt;O que eu pretendia ser&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou focando minha cabeça e&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei que&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou dando meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não é pra te mostrar, te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que for preciso para ser&lt;br /&gt;O que eu pretendia ser&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou vivendo o sonho&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei, eu sei que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou dando o meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Para não acabar, acabar&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que tudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;Comigo, eu mesma e o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eu vou me encontrar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou me encontrar no tempo)&lt;br /&gt;(Fonte:http://letras.terra.com.br/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1503407884095049610?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1503407884095049610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1503407884095049610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1503407884095049610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mk4nfGBhvLM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3784469806531025920</id><published>2011-10-22T21:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:58:21.437-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indicado por  Sonia Mari Shima Barroco:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alana.org.br/default.aspx"&gt;http://www.alana.org.br/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-5229727692415880368&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;fs=true" style="height: 326px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3784469806531025920?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3784469806531025920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3784469806531025920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3784469806531025920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3784469806531025920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/indicado-por-sonia-mari-shima-barroco.html' title='Indicado por  Sonia Mari Shima Barroco:'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7376063624829622951</id><published>2011-10-22T18:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:43:22.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Senegal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="selo"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Há alguns dias, tenho me interessado por este país. Recebi um aluno de lá e muitas vezes posso conversar com ele abertamente sobre o islamismo e outros costumes de seu país.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="selo"&gt;M.B. como vou chamá-lo aqui, foi criado sob as bases do Alcorão, portanto somos, em muitos aspectos diferentes. As diferenças entre nós, no entanto não despertam nenhum preconceito. Aquilo que não sei pergunto a ele e ele, da mesma forma, questiona nossos hábitos e costumes, tudo sob a máxima do respeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="selo"&gt;M.B. relatou-me que em seu país as mulheres depois dos 40 anos,&amp;nbsp; não podem viajar ao exterior desacompanhadas, uma&amp;nbsp; lei proibitiva foi necessária para diminuir a fuga de mães que deixavam seus filhos para o governo criar. No primeiro momento, confesso que avaliei que espécie de mãe faria isso? em outro imaginei quais as causas e desesperos causavam tal atitude?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="selo"&gt;M.B. contou-me sobre a escola em seu país e me deixou triste ao relatar as explorações (sob muitos aspectos) das crianças senegalesas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="selo"&gt;M.B. faz-me rir quando com seu sotaque &lt;i&gt;afrancesado &lt;/i&gt;lê o 0 (zero) também me faz pensar na condição humana quando conta que ao chegar no Brasil não sabia da existência de muitas coisas (indústrias, objetos, direitos) que para nós é como que &lt;i&gt;natural&lt;/i&gt; existir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="selo"&gt;Mas hoje, não foi M.B que me despertou para este post e sim a UOL, com esta notícia doThe New York Times,feita por Celia W. Dugger, de Sare Harouna no Senegal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="autor"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="368" id="player_12203566" width="457"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=12203566&amp;amp;ver=1" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="window" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;embed id="player_12203566" width="457" height="368" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=12203566&amp;amp;ver=1" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://mais.uol.com.br/view/12203566"&gt;Movimento luta contra mutilação genital feminina no Senegal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="selo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="autor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7376063624829622951?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7376063624829622951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7376063624829622951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7376063624829622951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7376063624829622951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-senegal.html' title='Sobre Senegal.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3806018799375510338</id><published>2011-10-21T21:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:15:59.981-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6iCsEhHg00/TqHmL1SN7rI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QSC98Q9FGRM/s1600/mariliacoutinho2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6iCsEhHg00/TqHmL1SN7rI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QSC98Q9FGRM/s400/mariliacoutinho2.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eu nunca coube num dia amargo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3806018799375510338?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3806018799375510338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3806018799375510338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3806018799375510338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3806018799375510338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/rio.html' title='Rio!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6iCsEhHg00/TqHmL1SN7rI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QSC98Q9FGRM/s72-c/mariliacoutinho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5356783767504389322</id><published>2011-10-20T23:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:33:18.254-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases para Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6FlQztOYhs/TqDLsFrm34I/AAAAAAAAAmI/OumIZkV5g-8/s1600/mariliacoutinho1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6FlQztOYhs/TqDLsFrm34I/AAAAAAAAAmI/OumIZkV5g-8/s1600/mariliacoutinho1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;facebook.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Algumas coisas que lemos nos deixam indignados!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A frase a seguir é absurdamente compartilhada e comentada no Facebook : "&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Acharam o Bin Laden... Acharam o Kadhafi...Elisa Samudio, pode sair, você ganhou&lt;/strike&gt;!" pois revela a falta de sensibilidade diante da violência contra a mulher além de imprimir a banalização das tragédias e brutalidades que deviam ser choradas e lembradas sem nenhuma&lt;i&gt; pitada de (mal) humor&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_878039157" rel="dialog" title="Ver pessoas que curtem esse item"&gt;7.505 pessoas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/MelhorDoMelhor/posts/277545812278321#%21/MelhorDoMelhor"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;curtiram isto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/MelhorDoMelhor/posts/277545812278321#!/MelhorDoMelhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5356783767504389322?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5356783767504389322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5356783767504389322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5356783767504389322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5356783767504389322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/frases-para-facebook.html' title='Frases para Facebook!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6FlQztOYhs/TqDLsFrm34I/AAAAAAAAAmI/OumIZkV5g-8/s72-c/mariliacoutinho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1591651140664767781</id><published>2011-10-20T19:31:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:16:16.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs que também recomendo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="compartilhe"&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="atc_s addthis_button_compact" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=16255981&amp;amp;postID=1591651140664767781"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQYbeQq-WDI/TqCrOUXRwoI/AAAAAAAAAmA/64Ieo6xpr-o/s72-c/mariliacoutinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4995243645695330055</id><published>2011-10-19T23:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:27:37.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lago Municipal de Cascavel</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qD3lH0YoVWw/Tp943bZcH5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/NjhphnzbvWw/s1600/lagocascavel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qD3lH0YoVWw/Tp943bZcH5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/NjhphnzbvWw/s320/lagocascavel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:http://estadao.br.msn.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Estávamos no &lt;a href="http://www.guiadecascavel.com/"&gt;Lago Municipal&lt;/a&gt;, as meninas e eu, eram aproximadamente umas 20 horas da última sexta-feira. Assim que cheguei meus olhos começaram a acompanhar um trio de meninos que, molhados, corriam livremente. Observei, primeiramente como mãe, que havia algo errado em estarem molhados naquele horário. Abordei um dos pequenos para saber com quem estavam: "Estamos sozinhos!" disse ele, todo orgulhoso de si!. Confirmei a história com os demais e fui logo avisando que chamaria o &lt;a href="http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/noticia.php?id=173"&gt;Conselho Tutelar&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Depois fui até a &lt;a href="http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/noticia.php?id=18653"&gt;Guarda Patrimonial&lt;/a&gt; representada ali por dois servidores. Encontrei uma dupla conversando na guarita. Uma mulher e um homem. O que se espera de uma mulher quando esta é informada que três crianças estão em perigo? Que se mostre solidária, preocupada...mas não! Assim que acabei de falar ela foi logo avisando: "Aqui nós cuidamos dos "património" moça."&amp;nbsp; Perplexa, perguntei se realmente não havia nenhuma instrução de procedimentos sobre crianças sozinhas no Lago e ela disse: " Pode deixar que a gente vai ligar..." O tom da sua voz não despertou-me nenhuma confiança, precisei ser mais clara: " Você pode ligar agora?!" Surpreendentemente ela subiu em sua moto e foi embora. Então o outro guarda, meio sem graça,&amp;nbsp; tirou o celular do bolso e ligou pra Central.&lt;br /&gt;Encurtando a história: o&lt;a href="http://www.cascavel.pr.gov.br/noticia.php?id=173"&gt; Conselho Tutelar&lt;/a&gt; chegou, encaminhou os meninos pra casa e tudo correu bem.&lt;br /&gt;Observações que eu fiz durante o episódio: (1) Falta de treino ou falta de &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pra entender que "património" mesmo, é a &lt;b&gt;VIDA&lt;/b&gt;?!!&lt;br /&gt;(2)Conselho Tutelar só funciona se você denuncia.&lt;br /&gt;(3)Criança desacompanhada é um problema de todos!&lt;br /&gt;(4)Não dê esmolas nem facilite a vida dos pequenos fujões ou eles acharão tudo&amp;nbsp; uma grande aventura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4995243645695330055?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4995243645695330055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4995243645695330055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4995243645695330055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4995243645695330055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/lago-municipal-de-cascavel.html' title='Lago Municipal de Cascavel'/><author><name>M.Maria M. 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Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K4VjZky7m-s/Tp4uFJvhE-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/0Be-p6UDnew/s72-c/cascavel2011ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8837596924650341014</id><published>2011-10-16T14:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:15:34.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Telefone sem fio.</title><content type='html'>Numa ocasião, não muito distante, escrevi um bilhete para ser entregue à outra pessoa. O tal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFkszvxnNRE/Tpr940vMs_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/aJt1dRygYj8/s1600/nrockwellgossip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFkszvxnNRE/Tpr940vMs_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/aJt1dRygYj8/s320/nrockwellgossip.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:lugarescomuns.wordpress.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; "mensageiro", assim que pegou em suas mãos, começou a ler. Observei esta atitude mas não me senti incomodada, não era havia nele nenhum segredo, nada pessoal, comprometedor...nenhum lacre. &lt;br /&gt;Curiosidade até passa...fofoca não!&lt;br /&gt;Por coincidência no bilhete havia um nome homónimo ao de uma irmã minha. O mensageiro então associou isto com aquilo,aquilo com aquele outro e... contou para sua mulher que... contou para muitas outras! Coisa feia fofocar da vida alheia!&lt;br /&gt;Bem, acontece que o nome familiar nada tem a ver com minha família mas...deduziram que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Dedução baseada em um nome! Coisa à toa! Passou-se o tempo e o estrago estava feito. Perguntas foram feitas à minha mãe e a mim&amp;nbsp; e não entendiámos o porquê delas.&lt;br /&gt;Até que alguns dias atrás encontrei alguém curiosa para saber o final da tal história delirada em cima de um texto simples. Sem nenhuma ceromônia correu até mim para saber o desfecho. Confesso que fiquei surpresa com tanta imaginação em torno do genêro discursivo epistolar! Passou rapidamente à literário: virou conto. Perdeu as especificidades e estrutura de um simples e objetivo bilhete!! Estas pessoas receberiam sem dúvida homenagens e cadeiras na Academia Brasileira de Letras depois de comprovada tamanha habilidade e imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, rindo e surpresa, triste e perplexa por entender como as pessoas se empenham repassar más notícias restou a mim desmentir o absurdo criado por duas pessoinhas ansiosas em levar boas novas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script id="gtbTranslateElementCode"&gt;var gtbTranslateOnElementLoaded;(function(){var lib = null;var checkReadyCount = 0;function sendMessage(message, attrs) {  var data = document.getElementById("gtbTranslateElementCode");  for (var p in attrs) {    data.removeAttribute(p);  }  for (var p in attrs) {    if ("undefined" != typeof attrs[p]) {      data.setAttribute(p, attrs[p]);    }  }  var evt = document.createEvent("Events");  evt.initEvent(message, true, false);  document.dispatchEvent(evt);}function checkLibReady (){  var ready = lib.isAvailable();  if (ready) {    sendMessage("gtbTranslateLibReady", {"gtbTranslateError" : false});    return;  }  if (checkReadyCount++ &gt; 5) {    sendMessage("gtbTranslateLibReady", {"gtbTranslateError" : true});    return;  }  setTimeout(checkLibReady, 100);}gtbTranslateOnElementLoaded = function () {  lib = google.translate.TranslateService({});  sendMessage("{EVT_LOADED}", {}, []);  var data = document.getElementById("gtbTranslateElementCode");  data.addEventListener("gtbTranslate", onTranslateRequest, true);  data.addEventListener("gtbTranslateCheckReady", onCheckReady, true);  data.addEventListener("gtbTranslateRevert", onRevert, true);  checkLibReady();};function onCheckReady() {  var ready = lib.isAvailable();  sendMessage("gtbTranslateLibReady", {"gtbTranslateError" : !ready});}function onTranslateRequest() {  var data = document.getElementById("gtbTranslateElementCode");  var orig = data.getAttribute("gtbOriginalLang");  var target = data.getAttribute("gtbTargetLang");  lib.translatePage(orig, target, onProgress);}function onProgress(progress, opt_finished, opt_error) {  sendMessage("gtbTranslateOnProgress", {"gtbTranslateProgress" : progress,       "gtbTranslateFinished" : opt_finished, "gtbTranslateError" : opt_error});}function onRevert() {  lib.restore();}})(); (function(){var d=window,e=document,f=".",g="UTF-8",h="complete",i="head",j="link",k="script",l="stylesheet",m="text/css",n="text/javascript";Math.floor(Math.random()*2147483648).toString(36);function o(b){var a=e.getElementsByTagName(i)[0];a||(a=e.body.parentNode.appendChild(e.createElement(i)));a.appendChild(b)}function _loadJs(b){var a=e.createElement(k);a.type=n;a.charset=g;a.src=b;o(a)}function _loadCss(b){var a=e.createElement(j);a.type=m;a.rel=l;a.charset=g;a.href=b;o(a)}function _isNS(b){for(var b=b.split(f),a=d,c=0;c&lt;b.length;++c)if(!(a=a[b[c]]))return false;return true}function _setupNS(b){for(var b=b.split(f),a=d,c=0;c&lt;b.length;++c)a=a[b[c]]||(a[b[c]]={});return a}d.addEventListener&amp;&amp;typeof e.readyState=="undefined"&amp;&amp;d.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){e.readyState=h},false);if (_isNS('google.translate.Element')){return}var c=_setupNS('google.translate._const');c._cl='pt-BR';c._cuc='gtbTranslateOnElementLoaded';c._cac='';c._cam='lib';var h='translate.googleapis.com';var b=(window.location.protocol=='https:'?'https://':'http://')+h;c._pah=h;c._pbi=b+'/translate_static/img/te_bk.gif';c._pci=b+'/translate_static/img/te_ctrl3.gif';c._phf=h+'/translate_static/js/element/hrs.swf';c._pli=b+'/translate_static/img/loading.gif';c._plla=h+'/translate_a/l';c._pmi=b+'/translate_static/img/mini_google.png';c._ps=b+'/translate_static/css/translateelement.css';c._puh='translate.google.com';_loadCss(c._ps);_loadJs(b+'/translate_static/js/element/main_pt-BR.js');})();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8837596924650341014?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8837596924650341014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8837596924650341014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8837596924650341014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8837596924650341014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/telefone-sem-fio.html' title='Telefone sem fio.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFkszvxnNRE/Tpr940vMs_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/aJt1dRygYj8/s72-c/nrockwellgossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3084525638773758379</id><published>2011-10-16T11:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:41:38.245-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz7ftMUHTbU/Tpre-cPE0TI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ECAKqz01vgQ/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz7ftMUHTbU/Tpre-cPE0TI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ECAKqz01vgQ/s320/blog1.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3084525638773758379?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3084525638773758379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3084525638773758379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3084525638773758379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3084525638773758379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-vou.html' title='Eu vou!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz7ftMUHTbU/Tpre-cPE0TI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ECAKqz01vgQ/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5823309772754199364</id><published>2011-10-14T16:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:09:28.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não chova suas mágoas em mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRPxan2tDS8/TpiJWGMqWZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0oQ9sc1J3gc/s1600/tumblr_ldulqyKRIz1qeptmk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRPxan2tDS8/TpiJWGMqWZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0oQ9sc1J3gc/s320/tumblr_ldulqyKRIz1qeptmk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:lauraosbourne.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Está tudo errado com você? Teu dia foi pior que o de muitos amigos? Então se percebeu isso, deve ter olhado só pra barriga. Mas parabéns....foi além da zona restrita que é seu umbigo! Só fica esperto porque a área de comparação é mais extensa baby! O Mundo tem um pouco mais de pessoas do que a turminha que te cerca todos os dias. Os relatos são mais dramáticos do que " a empregada que faltou", "acabaram meus créditos", "minha net ta lenta" ou "levei um fora!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existem pessoas que dariam a vida e até uma banda larga pra comer no prato que tu desdenha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;Acordou sem febre? Dormiu sem estar sedado? Bebeu café do teu pó? Recebeu "bom dia" e não "boa morte"?Então...abre tua janela e antes de reclamar do tempo perceba que o ciclo persiste e isso é uma prova que a vida se renova e que tudo, exatamente tudo está no seu devido lugar! Inclusive você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5823309772754199364?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5823309772754199364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5823309772754199364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5823309772754199364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5823309772754199364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-chova-suas-magoas-em-mim.html' title='Não chova suas mágoas em mim.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRPxan2tDS8/TpiJWGMqWZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0oQ9sc1J3gc/s72-c/tumblr_ldulqyKRIz1qeptmk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-9166508644135745109</id><published>2011-10-13T21:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:05:45.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_hYEDaTCeE/TpeHedQQ2sI/AAAAAAAAAkY/iM4_CNaxk48/s1600/decep%25C3%25A7ao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_hYEDaTCeE/TpeHedQQ2sI/AAAAAAAAAkY/iM4_CNaxk48/s320/decep%25C3%25A7ao.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto: wiltonblackpoemas.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de alguns tombos começamos a ter defesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendemos a identificar obstáculos que podem nos levar novamente ao chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendemos ouvir mais nós mesmos e não os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pensamos de maneira mais prática e não sentimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; As emoções se tornam mais honestas e os sorrisos mais importantes do que o apontar de dedos ou o choro fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de alguns golpes adquirimos a&lt;i&gt; ginga&lt;/i&gt; que nos permite esquivarmos daqueles estão por vir, virão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Percebemos a vida com menos brilho,mais opaca,porém não menos importante e desafiadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por fim, exaustos mas não vencidos, seguimos afoitos por acertos que nos atirem para muito além, para longe das quedas, erros e decepções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-9166508644135745109?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9166508644135745109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=9166508644135745109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/9166508644135745109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/9166508644135745109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-depois.html' title='Só depois...'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_hYEDaTCeE/TpeHedQQ2sI/AAAAAAAAAkY/iM4_CNaxk48/s72-c/decep%25C3%25A7ao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-862250116810471981</id><published>2011-10-12T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:22:00.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias alheias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYaMVl2GW4I/TpYrzQGi8WI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JnXwvMjaIGQ/s1600/AK_boy_running_along_fenced_area.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYaMVl2GW4I/TpYrzQGi8WI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JnXwvMjaIGQ/s320/AK_boy_running_along_fenced_area.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:http://www.mikehubbardphotography.co.uk/blog/?cat=4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;"Marilia, minha mãe era tão ruim, que quando ela fazia um bolo, cortava os pedaços e dava apenas um para que nós quatro. Eu lembro que a gente só comia em migalhas. Ela fazia um bolo e colocava dentro de uma cesta, então nosso padrasto amarrava uma corda na alça e subia a cesta até o teto. Um dia, eu lembro até hoje...estavámos sozinhos e sentiámos muita fome, então a gente decidiu que pegaria o bolo. Subimos na mesa e conseguimos pegar a cesta, mas como não sabiámos contar, bolamos um plano: a gente pegou quatro pedaços e cortamos ao meio e uma metade voltava à cesta. Então assim, imaginamos que minha mãe nunca descobriria, já que a quantidade não iria, aparentemente, diminuir. Depois que comemos, fomos buscar água num riacho e então minha mãe voltou. Assim que avistou nossa mãe, minha irmã de cinco anos, correu e disse que o bolo estav uma delícia. Neste dia, apanhamos tanto que eu fugi de casa. Eu tinha sete anos e nunca mais voltei. Minha irmã foi dada, meu irmão ficou tão traumatizado que durante cinco anos perdeu a fala. Quando a minha mãe batia na gente era pra machucar. Podia ser qualquer motivo. Naquele dia que eu fugi, lembro que jurei que nunca mais ela iria me bater. Atravessei um rio sem ponte, pois ela tinha sido arrastada por uma enchurrada e fui parar no sítio da minha vó. Depois aos dez anos fui morar numa fazenda. Aprendi a trabalhar e me criei entre meus patrões que sempre me trataram bem...trabalhava a troco de comida..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra que ninguém esqueça que em uma época muito próxima a única solução contra a violência infantil era fugir de casa e contar com a "sorte"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-862250116810471981?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/862250116810471981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=862250116810471981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/862250116810471981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/862250116810471981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/memorias-alheias.html' title='Memórias alheias.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYaMVl2GW4I/TpYrzQGi8WI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JnXwvMjaIGQ/s72-c/AK_boy_running_along_fenced_area.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8307988399869360929</id><published>2011-10-10T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:42:57.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não consigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JR3YYe9ymsM/TpOQuu9JIeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6NBDUV3VyU8/s1600/indo+embora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JR3YYe9ymsM/TpOQuu9JIeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6NBDUV3VyU8/s1600/indo+embora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto: Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me peça pra te contar a melhor história.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elas podem ser adoráveis mas não te levarão muito longe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se você prefere ouvir que está tudo bem ou que tudo não passa de um momento infeliz, siga sozinho...prefiro seguir a sós também.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tenho uma &lt;span id="goog_236097069"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_236097070"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fantasia pra cada momento, não tenho a máscara certa pro teu teatro e eu confesso: meu roteiro é um pouco improvável e sem açucar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talvez a razão seja nossa única afinidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8307988399869360929?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8307988399869360929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8307988399869360929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8307988399869360929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8307988399869360929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-consigo.html' title='Não consigo.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JR3YYe9ymsM/TpOQuu9JIeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6NBDUV3VyU8/s72-c/indo+embora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4209160072004272866</id><published>2011-10-08T22:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:11:13.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>08/10/11</title><content type='html'>Jesus, obrigada pela VIDA da Ana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4209160072004272866?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4209160072004272866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4209160072004272866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4209160072004272866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4209160072004272866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/081011.html' title='08/10/11'/><author><name>M.Maria M. 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Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4791625512385828886</id><published>2011-08-23T21:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:34:05.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEmVGdp2o2E/TlRG9v1vU3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/h18Qd6qDWR0/s1600/volto-ja-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEmVGdp2o2E/TlRG9v1vU3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/h18Qd6qDWR0/s1600/volto-ja-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rVL1r5VQ8Q/TlRGe_tpz3I/AAAAAAAAAj8/2Gu1jutpHeE/s1600/Post-it-FUI-ALI-VOLTO-LOGO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4791625512385828886?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4791625512385828886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4791625512385828886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4791625512385828886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4791625512385828886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEmVGdp2o2E/TlRG9v1vU3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/h18Qd6qDWR0/s72-c/volto-ja-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8562259556833980469</id><published>2011-08-06T17:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:59:40.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E ele é a propiciação pelos nossos pecados, e não somente pelos nossos, mas também pelos de todo o mundo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1 João 2:2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8562259556833980469?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8562259556833980469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8562259556833980469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8562259556833980469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8562259556833980469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-ele-e-propiciacao-pelos-nossos.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5085441542267097571</id><published>2011-07-31T10:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:56:48.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E ele muda os tempos e as estações; ele remove os reis e estabelece os  reis; ele dá sabedoria aos sábios e conhecimento aos entendidos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/dn/2/21"&gt; Daniel 2:21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5085441542267097571?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5085441542267097571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5085441542267097571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5085441542267097571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5085441542267097571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-ele-muda-os-tempos-e-as-estacoes-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6559210244092007524</id><published>2011-07-29T20:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:46:44.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me casar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJkjbqItEEY/TjNAzB_EwSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/US0Wlgr_dlc/s1600/Vestido+de+noiva+070209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJkjbqItEEY/TjNAzB_EwSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/US0Wlgr_dlc/s320/Vestido+de+noiva+070209.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;casamentocomwyldwagner.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Vou abrir me coração.&lt;br /&gt;Até bem pouco tempo (na verdade isso ainda ocorre) eu não pensava em ter alguém. Então as pessoas passaram a me perguntar: "Você quer casar de novo?". Oras bolas! Isso é pergunta que se faça?? Sim. Ultimamente tem acontecido com frequência sendo que,&amp;nbsp; que passei a necessitar de uma resposta. Ocorre que se falo "Não." sou encarada como "pessimista frustrada". Se digo "sim" passo a ser vista como "disponível" e na maioria dos casos quem pergunta se mostra solidário em resolver meu&amp;nbsp; "problema" e esta solidariedade é traduzida em conselhos práticos! Começam assim: "E na sua igreja não tem ninguém?...", "Eu tenho primos...", "Você tem que sair mais..." e assim por diante...&lt;br /&gt;Receitas ótimas! Como não pensei nisso antes?!&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente admiro o empenho e o carinho das pessoas em relação ao meu estado civil, mas eu não gostaria de encontrar alguém utilizando técnicas de um recursos humanos qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em amor à primeira vista, não acredito em arranjos por comodidade enfim, cupidos pra mim não existem.&lt;br /&gt;Num passado próximo&amp;nbsp; fiz escolhas influênciadas por tantos falsos fatores:&amp;nbsp; atração fisíca, amizade, embriaguez, falta de juízo, por achar que amava e também (pasme) por coisa nenhuma! Então penso que já tenho experiência considerável&amp;nbsp; em não querer fazer nada que não tenha sentido. Não quero amar alguém sem sentido só porque terceiros não encontram sentido na minha solteirice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6559210244092007524?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6559210244092007524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6559210244092007524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6559210244092007524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6559210244092007524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-casar.html' title='Me casar?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJkjbqItEEY/TjNAzB_EwSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/US0Wlgr_dlc/s72-c/Vestido+de+noiva+070209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7029715024396134614</id><published>2011-07-26T23:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:21:36.522-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças ambientalistas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cQ8MO4rKyY/Ti91yOGSwvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/q5uXO4soWVg/s1600/aproveitamento-agua-chuva1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cQ8MO4rKyY/Ti91yOGSwvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/q5uXO4soWVg/s1600/aproveitamento-agua-chuva1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conservo como&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; água de chuva &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;algumas lembranças insalubres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Delas não posso tirar proveito maior...quando muito utilizo-as para banhar as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pequeninas plantas que cultivo no meu jardim da memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto que no&amp;nbsp; transbordar da cisterna revelam-se, rugas, expressões de fadigas e desalinhos outrora superados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Concordo em preservá-las mas não desejo ser, para sempre, &lt;b&gt;ecologicamente humano&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7029715024396134614?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7029715024396134614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7029715024396134614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7029715024396134614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7029715024396134614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/lembrancas-ambientalistas.html' title='Lembranças ambientalistas!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cQ8MO4rKyY/Ti91yOGSwvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/q5uXO4soWVg/s72-c/aproveitamento-agua-chuva1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-442505916817219117</id><published>2011-07-25T21:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:58:51.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levo comigo a certeza de que um dia os continentes se encostam de novo e tu me alcanças aqui no longe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não será mágica, nem sorte, é destino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daí então a separação superada, o encontro inevitável, acontecerá.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não é adivinhação, é o sentir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que sinto, me faz esperar pacientemente por nós. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentada e à distância observo as águas que nos separam e elas solidarias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4SedzvmbdA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;ditam em ondas regulares e comportadas&lt;/a&gt;, que seremos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu e você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu e você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu e você...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É verdade que de quando em quando passa, a bordo de um barquinho frágil,&amp;nbsp;uma ilusãozinha atrevida, na esperança de enredar-me ou atrapalhar a&amp;nbsp;cadência:&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;Ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contudo, não te preocupes, bem sabes que não dou a ela atenção nem credo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Deves, como eu, saber que toda ilusão é assim: desiludida, atrapalhada...intempestiva!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, ainda estou feito criança, olhando ao longe, amando o&amp;nbsp;dia em que te verei em busca de mim&amp;nbsp; para então, sermos o tão esperado NÓS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-442505916817219117?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/442505916817219117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=442505916817219117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/442505916817219117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/442505916817219117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/nos.html' title='Nós.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-2874714330499150340</id><published>2011-07-24T15:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T15:35:35.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amy, Amy, Amy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6gHFuq50Wc/TixlNNATxfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8Wrlhww0A-w/s1600/header.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6gHFuq50Wc/TixlNNATxfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8Wrlhww0A-w/s400/header.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Eu não&amp;nbsp;era sua&amp;nbsp; fã&amp;nbsp;e não serei agora, depois de sua morte. Isso seria hipocresia.&lt;br /&gt;"A morte não melhora ninguém."* &lt;br /&gt;Se&amp;nbsp;o que foi produzido no seu trabalho, na maioria das vezes&amp;nbsp;aconteceu sob  efeito das drogas, nós deveríamos agora apludir Amy ou&amp;nbsp;à cocaína? &lt;br /&gt;Em qual palavra, frase ou canção está apenas a autora? &lt;br /&gt;Cadê a Amy admirável? &lt;br /&gt;É triste saber que ela se foi, não por que não a&amp;nbsp;teremos num palco qualquer,  mas porque se foi sem saber o que era a VIDA, vivida da forma lúcida e verdadeiramente incrível!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa para a&amp;nbsp; família, amigos e outros perguntas do tipo "o que poderíamos ter feito para evitar...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade é tão necessária...porém, pode ser&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;caótica&lt;/b&gt; para quem &lt;b&gt;não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;conseguiu aprender&amp;nbsp; usá-la de forma  convincente, atraente, fascinante e responsável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somente Jesus Cristo foi autêntico e sua morte, foi morte de cruz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sem  drogas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Limpo! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mario Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-2874714330499150340?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2874714330499150340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=2874714330499150340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2874714330499150340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2874714330499150340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/amy-amy-amy.html' title='&quot;Amy, Amy, Amy&quot;'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6gHFuq50Wc/TixlNNATxfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8Wrlhww0A-w/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6908879812606407639</id><published>2011-07-21T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:06:11.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho sim!</title><content type='html'>Eu entre tantos sonhos prefiro ficar com um só: ser FELIZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6908879812606407639?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6908879812606407639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6908879812606407639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6908879812606407639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6908879812606407639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonho-sim.html' title='Sonho sim!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7477021253632295900</id><published>2011-07-17T14:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:11:16.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não à tristeza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; hoje eu tentasse sorrir, conseguiria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Não prendo mais nenhum dos meus risos assim como, não aceito aborrecimentos com facilidade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hoje em mim prevalece a graça.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adeus tristeza!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas não foi o acaso quem me tornou assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já perdi o SOL e implorei pelo CALOR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb_veyWbXWA/TiMVUiG0NiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/YPVKNhnQqOA/s1600/0%252C%252C46960352-EXH%252C00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb_veyWbXWA/TiMVUiG0NiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/YPVKNhnQqOA/s320/0%252C%252C46960352-EXH%252C00.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto:Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tive falta de ABRAÇO e desejei o AFETO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na ausência da PAZ&amp;nbsp; já busquei pelo SOSSEGO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Portanto hoje eu tenho zelo por aquilo que me faz bem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E sorrir faz-me muito bem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SORRIA!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho, &lt;br /&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!" Machado de Assis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Até que de riso te encha a boca, e os teus lábios de júbilo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Jó 8.21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/machado_de_assis/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7477021253632295900?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7477021253632295900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7477021253632295900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7477021253632295900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7477021253632295900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-tristeza.html' title='Não à tristeza!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb_veyWbXWA/TiMVUiG0NiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/YPVKNhnQqOA/s72-c/0%252C%252C46960352-EXH%252C00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-2724114109559189990</id><published>2011-07-14T11:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:18:39.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da minha profissão.</title><content type='html'>Não aguento mais as especialidades. As especialidades nos torna burros e não especiais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-2724114109559189990?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2724114109559189990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=2724114109559189990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2724114109559189990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2724114109559189990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/da-minha-profissao.html' title='Da minha profissão.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1850278149565859684</id><published>2011-07-11T20:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:37:39.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: red; float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbqmyqda_lU/ThuI9fT67xI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4BGZ58lGIr0/s1600/vitaminas-podem-engordar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbqmyqda_lU/ThuI9fT67xI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4BGZ58lGIr0/s200/vitaminas-podem-engordar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:guiagratisblog.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais um suplemento para engordar! Agora manipulado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vamos às proteínas!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1850278149565859684?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1850278149565859684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1850278149565859684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1850278149565859684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1850278149565859684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/peso.html' title='Peso.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbqmyqda_lU/ThuI9fT67xI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4BGZ58lGIr0/s72-c/vitaminas-podem-engordar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1682525421608912775</id><published>2011-07-11T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:39:58.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias o tempo todo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCYQyM7koAU/Thr8zPk6qJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_RLUlVJbPA8/s1600/USA_maio_Ferias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCYQyM7koAU/Thr8zPk6qJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_RLUlVJbPA8/s200/USA_maio_Ferias.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A questão não é o que a gente faz nas férias e sim o que elas fazem conosco! Fugimos do horário, das preocupações e da idéia fixa do trabalho...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sempre penso em uma trilha sonora de férias, um cheiro, uma imagem...pra depois isso ter isso como lembrança que irá me acompanhar todos os dias seguintes, quando voltar ao trabalho...então, lá no meu íntimo ainda permanecerei de FÉRIAS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1682525421608912775?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1682525421608912775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1682525421608912775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1682525421608912775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1682525421608912775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/ferias-o-tempo-todo.html' title='Férias o tempo todo!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCYQyM7koAU/Thr8zPk6qJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_RLUlVJbPA8/s72-c/USA_maio_Ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8921698539421211977</id><published>2011-07-10T14:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:16:21.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Engenharia genética!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NL-Sz674SUY/ThneU0ZRdpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-dxmu0X6L78/s1600/dna-genetica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NL-Sz674SUY/ThneU0ZRdpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-dxmu0X6L78/s200/dna-genetica.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando estudava, no ensino médio, que era o 2º grau... peraí! vou recomeçar: quando eu estava no 2º grau, que hoje é ensino médio, estudei tão pouco sobre genética que se não me policiasse trocava as "ervilhas de Mendel" por "milho enlatado"! Atualmente (2009/2010) comecei a ler sobre genética. Encontrei um livro encantador sobre o tema da autora Lygia da Veiga Pereira que esclarece de forma didática um conhecimento científico que nem sempre está ao nosso alcance.&amp;nbsp; Este ano, me inscrevi para um curso de genética com muito entusiasmo! Acertei na escolha! É maravilhoso decifrar a vida, amparado pela biologia, mas alguns pontos eu queria muito destacar aqui, então se você se interessa pelo tema, segue comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes somos surpreendidos por notícias incompletas, pessoas desinformadas ou chavões que nos levam a pensar que o homem está a mil por hora em termos de decifrar a origem da vida, a solução para doenças ou melhorar genéticamente as futuras gerações...Há um aspecto idealista que embaça as verdades. Ficamos confusos e não sabemos separar o que é de fato comprovado pela ciência daquilo que é ainda uma teoria ou até mesmo ficçao, deslumbramento... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eujIKoi1KB4/ThneJiclldI/AAAAAAAAAi0/FNkIbig_3uk/s1600/celulas+tronco.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eujIKoi1KB4/ThneJiclldI/AAAAAAAAAi0/FNkIbig_3uk/s200/celulas+tronco.JPG" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No curso em questão pude encontrar suporte para AFIRMAR CATEGÓRICAMENTE, com aval da docente em questão (Doutora, pesquisadora e docente), que O HOMEM NÃO VEIO DO MACACO, afirmação que aprendi na escola por professores despreparados e muitas vezes com intenções duvidosas (fato é que nem eles mesmos sabiam o que estavam afirmando).&lt;br /&gt;Durante tantos temas, queria chamar atenção para o tratamentos e experiencias com as células tronco. Há uma afirmação comum hoje, de que: as pessoas portadoras de alguma deficiência querem apenas serem aceitas e não mais vistas como pessoas diferentes, menos capazes ou que desejam ser "curadas" de seus males. A grosso modo elas não buscam igrejas que orem para que andem, vejam, escutem...Pode ser. Mas me chama atenção o fato de que tão logo as tentativas científicas com células tronco foram divulgadas pela mídia, criou-se vários movimentos de "liberação" e as imagens veiculadas são por exemplo de cadeirantes que voltam a andar...Então? As pessoas buscam ou não a cura? Reflita.&lt;br /&gt;Outro ponto significativo é que toda a ciência trabalha com a teoria de Darwin, logo uma teoria evolucionista então o choque entre ciência e igreja é sob o aspecto da base teórica. Sendo assim as pessoas não estão apenas sendo contrárias ou a favor deste ou daquele conhecimento, técnica ou experiência, elas estão defendendo, algo maior...&lt;br /&gt;É isso...vou continuar estudando sobre o tema e agora é a vez do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proteoma"&gt;PROTEOMA&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8921698539421211977?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8921698539421211977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8921698539421211977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8921698539421211977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8921698539421211977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/engenharia-genetica.html' title='Engenharia genética!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NL-Sz674SUY/ThneU0ZRdpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-dxmu0X6L78/s72-c/dna-genetica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8301178778149039716</id><published>2011-07-07T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:55:57.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória ingrata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Criei este blog,&lt;/span&gt; como um espaço de fuga, diante de uma situação extrema que passei. Ele foi me aliviando tensões de tal forma que esqueci em boas partes dos posts o motivo pelo qual foi criado. Com isso então, concluo: me serviu bem! Tudo vale a pena quando se tenta esquecer uma violência, um desafeto. Nunca saberia descrever o que passa pela mente quando somos pegos de surpresa, pelo furacão da maldade. Maldade que parte de pessoas próximas, pessoas que você considera (considerava, no meu caso). Teve dias que eu não conseguia definir o sentimento que existia dentro de mim...não conseguia separar o que era dor, do que era conclusão, julgamento, indiferença...Não sei se consegui superar...Mas caso é que o motivo do blog existir veio à tona hoje! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A memória é tragicamente o eco de toda agressão...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8301178778149039716?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8301178778149039716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8301178778149039716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8301178778149039716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8301178778149039716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/memoria-ingrata.html' title='Memória ingrata.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-646090593370638001</id><published>2011-07-07T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T19:48:01.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="odd" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"...E vós também, pondo nisto mesmo toda a diligência, acrescentai à vossa fé a virtude, e à virtude a ciência,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="even" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;E à ciência a temperança, e à temperança a paciência, e à paciência a piedade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="odd" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;E à piedade o amor fraternal, e ao amor fraternal a caridade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="even" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Porque, se em vós houver e abundarem estas  coisas, não vos deixarão ociosos nem estéreis no conhecimento de nosso  Senhor Jesus Cristo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="odd" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Pois aquele em quem não há estas coisas é cego,  nada vendo ao longe, havendo-se esquecido da purificação dos seus  antigos pecados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="even" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Portanto, irmãos, procurai fazer cada vez mais firme a vossa vocação e eleição; porque, fazendo isto, nunca jamais tropeçareis. (...) &lt;br /&gt;2Pedro1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="even" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Biblia Sagrada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-646090593370638001?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/646090593370638001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=646090593370638001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/646090593370638001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/646090593370638001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/receita.html' title='Receita:'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5772386319274272346</id><published>2011-07-05T23:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:57:56.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que acontecem mas não devia!</title><content type='html'>Estava eu, diariamente trabalhando para minha irmã, em uma loja qualquer, de uma cidade qualquer. Era caixa. Acontece que isso não era bem aceito por alguns dos vendedores, mais especificamente por dois deles. Passaram então a debochar da minha função, do meu sobrenome e até da minha condição de mulher. Certo dia, cansada com as brincadeiras e afins, chamei os dois até o monitor do computador e mostrei que a prática chamava-se "difamação". Falei com voz tranquila que até aquele dia eu tinha "ignorado", "passado adiante" e "deixado pra lá", mas daquele momento em diante teriam que responder juridicamente pelos tais atos. Riram, debocharam e concluiram rindo: "Toca pro pau!"(seja lá o que isso significa, não achei uma boa resposta). &lt;i&gt;Concluo até aqui:&lt;/i&gt; tem gente que realmente não se importa com LEIS mas, anterior a isto elas não se importam com PESSOAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bOsn_t6b6o/ThPB3z5EFTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/3NSOGNRgPow/s1600/juiz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bOsn_t6b6o/ThPB3z5EFTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/3NSOGNRgPow/s1600/juiz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passaram alguns dias e as brincadeiras e desrespeitos só aumentaram. Não consegui mais ignorar. Concluo: há pessoas que você não deve ignorar ou isso é um sinal claro de que você mesmo não se importa com você mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tomei todas as medidas que achei conviniente e corretas. Claro, antes chorei à beça.&lt;br /&gt;TRAJETO (nem um pouco agradável) : delegacia, fórum, fórum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sentença: &lt;b&gt;meu "agressor" deveria ler um pedido de desculpas pública, redigido pelo Juiz, até às 18 horas do dia da sentença,&amp;nbsp; perante todos os funcionários da loja.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELHOR da história: tem gente que aprende!&lt;br /&gt;Passou pouco mais de um ano e recebi um email dele, pedindo desculpas novamente (agora espontâneamente!) finalizava dizendo que tinha aprendido muito com o ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;EU TAMBÉM! EU TAMBÉM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5772386319274272346?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5772386319274272346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5772386319274272346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5772386319274272346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5772386319274272346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-que-acontecem-mas-nao-devia.html' title='Coisas que acontecem mas não devia!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bOsn_t6b6o/ThPB3z5EFTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/3NSOGNRgPow/s72-c/juiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8352398044294323752</id><published>2011-07-02T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:32:00.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Não mais eu..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owS6lAupB_E/Tg_UMJR9hSI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZMUrJUXExCw/s1600/casca+de+OVO1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owS6lAupB_E/Tg_UMJR9hSI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZMUrJUXExCw/s200/casca+de+OVO1159.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;u não sei bem ao certo quando foi, tudo estava nublado demais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Era impossível ver claramente a minha volta... Não restava mais nada singelo em mim: não abraços, não aperto de mão, não palavras doces...nada era embrulhado em ternura, tão&amp;nbsp; necessária para que eu me sentisse bem ou fizesse alguém próximo a mim, feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Eu era um oco!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não consigo definir, mas talvez, o vazio que eu era, possa aqui ser representado por um daqueles ovinhos secos que muitas vezes encontramos embaixo de&amp;nbsp; árvores.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS6hdj4LlAs/Tg_UBTlo0uI/AAAAAAAAAio/vnxBBcV4nu0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS6hdj4LlAs/Tg_UBTlo0uI/AAAAAAAAAio/vnxBBcV4nu0/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Caí do ninho, fiquei ao sol, tudo o que havia dentro de mim secou-se e eu partiria em pedacinhos, não fosse Jesus, que com amor restaurou-me, preenchendo-me e moldando-me de "ovinho seco" a pássaro livre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Livre e pronto para voar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8352398044294323752?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8352398044294323752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8352398044294323752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8352398044294323752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8352398044294323752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-mais-eu.html' title='&quot;Não mais eu...&quot;'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owS6lAupB_E/Tg_UMJR9hSI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZMUrJUXExCw/s72-c/casca+de+OVO1159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6721039981488025596</id><published>2011-07-01T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:13:35.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU TRABALHO (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8OHLCglFVM/Tg5R05h-asI/AAAAAAAAAik/-CNNaB4aAX4/s1600/DSC08624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8OHLCglFVM/Tg5R05h-asI/AAAAAAAAAik/-CNNaB4aAX4/s320/DSC08624.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Festa de Encerramento do 1º Semestre &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trabalhar é uma tarefa árdua quando se é mãe e opta-se por caminhar sozinha...Há dias que percebo o quanto precisaria ter mais tempo para conversar sobre as fantásticas fantasias que cercam a infância da Julia e Ana...Mas não posso! e como inúmeras mães pego o "caminho da roça"!&amp;nbsp; Então o remédio é divertir-se!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;PS: figurino improvisado para desfile improvisado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6721039981488025596?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6721039981488025596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6721039981488025596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6721039981488025596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6721039981488025596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-trabalho-ii.html' title='MEU TRABALHO (II)'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8OHLCglFVM/Tg5R05h-asI/AAAAAAAAAik/-CNNaB4aAX4/s72-c/DSC08624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8507578965903947786</id><published>2011-06-30T18:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:19:31.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU TRABALHO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltxPqBZLKU8/Tgz10nB5bQI/AAAAAAAAAic/3xv_PU23nsM/s1600/DSC08486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltxPqBZLKU8/Tgz10nB5bQI/AAAAAAAAAic/3xv_PU23nsM/s320/DSC08486.JPG" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;30/06&amp;nbsp; (NÃO POSSO MOSTRAR O ALUNO)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJbmk-2y_HU/TgzulsAOijI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jG0Z9TH3RdI/s1600/DSC08458a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJbmk-2y_HU/TgzulsAOijI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jG0Z9TH3RdI/s400/DSC08458a.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8507578965903947786?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8507578965903947786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8507578965903947786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8507578965903947786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8507578965903947786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/meu-trabalho.html' title='MEU TRABALHO.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltxPqBZLKU8/Tgz10nB5bQI/AAAAAAAAAic/3xv_PU23nsM/s72-c/DSC08486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8991505578261473659</id><published>2011-06-27T21:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:56:53.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O qual, sendo o resplendor da sua glória, e a expressa imagem da sua  pessoa, e sustentando todas as coisas pela palavra do seu poder, havendo  feito por si mesmo a purificação dos nossos pecados, assentou-se à  destra da majestade nas alturas; &lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/hb/1/3"&gt; Hebreus 1:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8991505578261473659?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8991505578261473659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8991505578261473659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8991505578261473659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8991505578261473659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/jesus.html' title='JESUS!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1845857761907063093</id><published>2011-06-26T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:40:26.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Penso que não há início perfeito, quando desprezamos as diferenças no início...</title><content type='html'>No início das escolhas tudo parece bem mais bonito e transparente do que realmente é.&lt;br /&gt;As músicas são perfeitas, as falas combinam, os olhares são coreografados e as atitudes são sempre solidárias. &lt;br /&gt;Mas o início é só um momento e depois tudo vira meio e fim.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudessemos voltar sempre aos inícios perfeitamente arranjados, não teríamos tanto a nos lamentar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre me perguntei porque as coisas depois de um tempo se tornam (ram) confusas.&lt;br /&gt;Concluí recentemente que o "gap" está sinalizado desde o início porém a atmosfera que envolve esta etapa não nos deixa vê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Será que sou pessimista demais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1845857761907063093?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1845857761907063093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1845857761907063093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1845857761907063093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1845857761907063093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/penso-que-nao-ha-inicio-perfeito-quando.html' title='Penso que não há início perfeito, quando desprezamos as diferenças no início...'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4863011654513784007</id><published>2011-06-19T14:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:28:22.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Constituição Federal de 1988.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1317669177"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glo.bo/mBg6zc"&gt;http://glo.bo/mBg6zc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4863011654513784007?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4863011654513784007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4863011654513784007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4863011654513784007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4863011654513784007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/disto-eu-gostei.html' title='Constituição Federal de 1988.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-922039364394641219</id><published>2011-06-17T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T19:30:01.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;article&gt; &lt;header&gt;  &lt;a class="tw" href="http://twitter.com/bibliaonline" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/header&gt;&lt;/article&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="nt verse"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O meu Deus, segundo as suas riquezas, suprirá todas as vossas necessidades em glória, por Cristo Jesus. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="nt verse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/fp/4/19"&gt;Filipenses 4:19 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-922039364394641219?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/922039364394641219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=922039364394641219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/922039364394641219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/922039364394641219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-meu-deus-segundo-as-suas-riquezas.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8651063734969908936</id><published>2011-06-14T13:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:09:32.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Engana-me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A organização dos espaços definem para que eles servem socialmente.&amp;nbsp; Esta é a definição geografica mais simplificada possível. Simplifico, pois algumas coisas para mim são óbvias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Então vamos lá, pense num lugar com: cadeiras, palco, iluminação, cortinas, bilheteria, atores, pláteia.... Pensou num teatro?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora pense num lugar com inúmeros produtos a venda, entre eles frutas, verduras, cereias, carnes, carrinhos, cestinhas, caixas, clientes, gerentes, repositores, promoções...Pensou num mercado?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Agora pense num lugar aberto, milhares de pessoas, um palco, um cantor, som, iluminação, bebidas, aplausos, ...Pensou num show?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora pense um espaço com bandeirinhas, pipoca, quentão, dança, roupa e maquiagem imitando caipiras, cachorro-quente e pessoas reunidas em julho. Pensou festa Junina?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pra mim é.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8651063734969908936?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8651063734969908936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8651063734969908936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8651063734969908936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8651063734969908936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/engana-me.html' title='Engana-me ...'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6013237372781186211</id><published>2011-06-13T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T00:52:14.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não metade.</title><content type='html'>Eu não sou metade de nenhuma laranja, não sou tampa de panela, não sou meia pessoa à espera de outra.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou completa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu devo admitir que meu coração não entendeu ainda que deveriamos seguir a sós.&lt;br /&gt;Ando e ele...desanda.&lt;br /&gt;Prossigo e ele... pede água.&lt;br /&gt;Quando deito-me ele afoba-me com a esperança de que alguém lhe conserte o compasso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu? Sigo meu passo.&lt;br /&gt;Repasso didaticamente sua função como orgão.&lt;br /&gt;Faço-lhe mil recomendações, para que ele desista destes caprichos: "Sossegue e durma tranquilo..."&lt;br /&gt;Ele aceita não!&lt;br /&gt;Fica ali doendo no peito, fazendo eu perder toda compostura de gente madura, gente alheia a sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Funciona não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6013237372781186211?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6013237372781186211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6013237372781186211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6013237372781186211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6013237372781186211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-metade.html' title='Não metade.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6295461239211266463</id><published>2011-06-10T22:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:06:25.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOqgpI55PZ8/TfK_K0KVDWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/R8gZ1hFx9YU/s1600/967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOqgpI55PZ8/TfK_K0KVDWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/R8gZ1hFx9YU/s400/967.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6295461239211266463?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6295461239211266463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6295461239211266463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6295461239211266463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6295461239211266463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOqgpI55PZ8/TfK_K0KVDWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/R8gZ1hFx9YU/s72-c/967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7280323812441625822</id><published>2011-06-09T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:52:25.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto se discute. Hoje somos livres!</title><content type='html'>Ontem, em uma conversa informal, com uma pessoa querida do meu trabalho, chegamos ao assunto religião. Ela então me disse:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"-Hoje, em se tratando de religião, há gostos pra tudo..."&lt;br /&gt;Questionei-a:&lt;br /&gt;"-Então é isso? Assim que se explica o fato de inúmeras pessoas não pertencerem a uma única igreja? É tudo uma questão de gosto? Você percebe nesta&amp;nbsp; fala um desprezo à capacidade dos individuos buscarem lugares aonde de fato eles professem a sua fé com liberdade? "&lt;br /&gt;Ela me disse que não havia pensado por este lado e justificou:&lt;br /&gt;"-Hoje, em dia a pessoa encontra uma igreja e não muda nada. Veja o caso de artistas que faziam danças sensuais e após se dizerem "evangélicos" continuam a dançar...Então não é uma questão de gosto?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Talvez equívoco" - observei.&lt;br /&gt;O fato é, que concluo, com a aprovação dela:&lt;br /&gt;"-As pessoas encontram uma religião esperando encontrar Deus lá, enquanto que elas deveriam antes disso ter um verdadeiro encontro com Deus para então a partir disso escolher o espaço, aonde juntamente com outras pessoas compartilhem seu amor para com Ele em forma de culto."&lt;br /&gt;Pensando assim, voltamos a questão inicial e repito que, a meu ver não é uma questão de gosto. É uma questão de conhecer a Deus, através da Bíblia, &lt;b&gt;leitura esta que não deve ser apenas acessada por alguns&lt;/b&gt;. Ela deve&lt;b&gt; ser compartilhada&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Deve ser lida sem medos ou proibições&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Não é uma questão de gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas e as artistas...? Primeiro eu perguntaria: Cabe a quem julgar? Leia a Bíblia que você saberá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7280323812441625822?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7280323812441625822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7280323812441625822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7280323812441625822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7280323812441625822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/gosto-se-discute-hoje-somos-livres.html' title='Gosto se discute. Hoje somos livres!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6725531883793153348</id><published>2011-06-06T21:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:06:22.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CELULAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje encontrei um celular no estacionamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Localizei o dono e isso não demorou mais do que quinze minutos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Identifiquei-o pois ele gesticulava, apontando para os bolsos e para o chão enquanto abordava um e outro para perguntar se "por acaso não havia encontrado um...".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiz sinal com o aparelho na mão e ele correu em minha direção para resgatá-lo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Devolvi e o sujeito desesperadamente me agradecia. Achei tudo tão exagerado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Duas coisas me ocorreram e que talvez explique a agonia do indivíduo e seu empenho para reaver o telefone: ou o sujeito tinha muito apreço pelo tal objeto ou eu ainda não me dei conta da importância do mesmo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6725531883793153348?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6725531883793153348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6725531883793153348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6725531883793153348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6725531883793153348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/celular.html' title='CELULAR.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3079777371652953846</id><published>2011-06-01T12:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:03:38.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abalos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que eu mudo por dentro é mudança pequena,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um abalo sísmico sem grandes proporções. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;São choques imperceptíveis...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desloco-me lentamente a todo instante,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quer eu queira,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; quer não. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu movimento-me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; repenso,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; modifico-me e por isso sinto-me cada vez mais viva!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3079777371652953846?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3079777371652953846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3079777371652953846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3079777371652953846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3079777371652953846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/abalos.html' title='Abalos'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5938977976450656391</id><published>2011-05-28T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:42:15.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aparente (mente)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-DxX5v7C60/TeGRi56XHRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0v--O294Twk/s1600/P37bc363fef281250bb7f16174e1329e7_155366159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-DxX5v7C60/TeGRi56XHRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0v--O294Twk/s320/P37bc363fef281250bb7f16174e1329e7_155366159.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto:eu&amp;amp;Makeover&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu tivesse olhos verdes, azuis ou costurados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se meus cabelos fossem lisos, vermelhos, crespos ou raspados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu tivesse o nariz achatado, arrebitado ou entortado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;Que diferença teria pra você que só enxerga o externo, prendendo-se apenas naquilo que lhe parece feio ou belo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5938977976450656391?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5938977976450656391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5938977976450656391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5938977976450656391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5938977976450656391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/aparente-mente.html' title='Aparente (mente)...'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-DxX5v7C60/TeGRi56XHRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0v--O294Twk/s72-c/P37bc363fef281250bb7f16174e1329e7_155366159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4483021574350251897</id><published>2011-05-28T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T16:06:43.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque Deus enviou o seu Filho ao mundo, não para que condenasse o mundo, mas para que o mundo fosse salvo por ele. João 3:17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4483021574350251897?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4483021574350251897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4483021574350251897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4483021574350251897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4483021574350251897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/porque-deus-enviou-o-seu-filho-ao-mundo.html' title='Porque Deus enviou o seu Filho ao mundo, não para que condenasse o mundo, mas para que o mundo fosse salvo por ele. João 3:17'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-387623416563304619</id><published>2011-05-26T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:56:28.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A nobreza da rosa vermelha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miMKaE6NALg/Td72LGfY-oI/AAAAAAAAAh0/eKR0XnRmrKI/s1600/rosa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miMKaE6NALg/Td72LGfY-oI/AAAAAAAAAh0/eKR0XnRmrKI/s320/rosa1.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto:lindas-flores.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; atrás, aceitei o desafio e plantei ramos de rosas. Eram cinco ou seis. Por mim, não faria. Fiz pela Iracema e também por quem a presenteou. Cavei a terra, fixei os ramos no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;solo depois,&amp;nbsp; joguei água para finalizar o trabalho. De todos, apenas um&amp;nbsp; ramo vingou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Na planta, &lt;i&gt;nasce quando quer&lt;/i&gt;, uma e outra rosa vermelha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O barato é que parece ser sempre a mesma. Sei que não é. Vi a anterior despedir-se, despetalando-se sutilmente. Mas a semelhança entre aquela e esta, me causa uma sensação estranha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Concluo&lt;/span&gt;, precipitadamente que ser rosa vermelha é cumprir função. É conceito. Missão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Cada uma que nasce após àquela que se foi, precisa obrigatoriamente, despertar em alguém um sentimento único. Para ser rosa vermelha, a flor,&amp;nbsp; precisa gentilmente, sair de cena, como se não saísse. Precisa morrer como se continuasse viva.Crescer como se fosse fácil desabrochar. Perder-se no vento como que por opção. Tornar um breve momento, um evento ou um simples jardim em algo especial, inesquecivel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-387623416563304619?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/387623416563304619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=387623416563304619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/387623416563304619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/387623416563304619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/nobreza-da-rosa-vermelha.html' title='A nobreza da rosa vermelha.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miMKaE6NALg/Td72LGfY-oI/AAAAAAAAAh0/eKR0XnRmrKI/s72-c/rosa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6083563630381095460</id><published>2011-05-25T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:26:38.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Você tem que comprar uma cola nova pra mim..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"...mas lembre que eu não gosto de cola de tubo. É muito ruim pra colar. Tem um menino na minha sala que se chama G., ele tem a mania de só colar uma pontinha, o resto fica tudo solto. Pronto acabei a tarefa. Vamos mãe! Vamos dormir. Acabei minha tarefa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6083563630381095460?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6083563630381095460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6083563630381095460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6083563630381095460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6083563630381095460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/voce-tem-que-comprar-uma-cola-nova-pra.html' title='&quot;Você tem que comprar uma cola nova pra mim...&quot;'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-2444568229743588603</id><published>2011-05-24T11:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:46:59.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário Quintana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="corpo" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Todos estes que aí estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;                     Atravancando o meu caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;                     Eles passarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;                     Eu passarinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-2444568229743588603?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2444568229743588603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=2444568229743588603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2444568229743588603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2444568229743588603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/mario-quintana.html' title='Mário Quintana.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4375360009710048554</id><published>2011-05-23T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:04:45.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz só amanhã?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koWE_HMy_Yo/Tdrn0Sjq8bI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HhyRJ5oeLcs/s1600/catapulta8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koWE_HMy_Yo/Tdrn0Sjq8bI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HhyRJ5oeLcs/s1600/catapulta8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:ibiraguacu.com.br&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não costumo pensar em incompletude. Acredito que independente da fase que nos encontramos a vida está acontecendo de forma inteira. Completa. Quem vive esperando o melhor emprego, a cura de uma doença, a data de uma viajem ou um grande amor para ser feliz,&amp;nbsp; está vivendo sem viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preso ao futuro esquece-se do presente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas como é díficil viver apenas com o presente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Precisamos dos sonhos, das esperanças, dos projetos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Funcionam como calmantes, remédios, catapultas que nos arremessam há um lugar de conforto, sem conflitos, onde tudo, tudo gira em torno da vida ideal!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4375360009710048554?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4375360009710048554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4375360009710048554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4375360009710048554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4375360009710048554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/amanha.html' title='Ser feliz só amanhã?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koWE_HMy_Yo/Tdrn0Sjq8bI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HhyRJ5oeLcs/s72-c/catapulta8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3302716782899773156</id><published>2011-05-21T10:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:06:05.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordar para mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4kz0deDu54/Tde3qXwJZXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6eezYOYqR4s/s1600/feliz9999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4kz0deDu54/Tde3qXwJZXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6eezYOYqR4s/s320/feliz9999.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acordar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;para mim é um processo lento.Se eu tivesse legendas, cartazes ou botões para reagir ao ambiente, talvez facilitaria. Eu não gosto do barulho ou da fala do outro! Geralmente não respondo questionamentos ou faço comentários sobre qualquer coisa, porém, não significa dizer que não pense sobre. Vou organizando meu dia mentalmente: sinto o clima, preciso de café, olho o relógio, acordo alguém... e depois de me sentir pronta pra abrir a boca eu digo: "Bom dia". É o&amp;nbsp; bastante não? Esforço-me para isso internamente. Sai fraco. É&amp;nbsp; um "bom dia" razoável para alguns, para mim é sinal de que de fato: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;acordei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No fundo acredito que todos acordem assim, mas alguns são mais ansiosos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3302716782899773156?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3302716782899773156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3302716782899773156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3302716782899773156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3302716782899773156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/acordar-para-mim.html' title='Acordar para mim.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4kz0deDu54/Tde3qXwJZXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6eezYOYqR4s/s72-c/feliz9999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4070391853816463816</id><published>2011-05-19T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:00:35.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu preciso me concentrar nisso:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nunca discuta com um tolo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele irá arrastá-lo até o seu nível e então o derrotará com a sua vasta experiência.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(AD) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4070391853816463816?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4070391853816463816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4070391853816463816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4070391853816463816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4070391853816463816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-preciso-me-concentrar-nisso.html' title='Eu preciso me concentrar nisso:'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5746001297294282011</id><published>2011-05-18T20:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:42:04.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente da Ana.</title><content type='html'>Escutando o papo das duas. Julia diz:&lt;br /&gt;_Você vai dar o seu desenho pra mamãe?&lt;br /&gt;Ana responde:&lt;br /&gt;_ Aham. Eu vou dar eu de presente para ela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5746001297294282011?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5746001297294282011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5746001297294282011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5746001297294282011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5746001297294282011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/presente-da-ana.html' title='Presente da Ana.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-7724131970236942411</id><published>2011-05-18T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:08:46.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E sou, Aracélis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tk-SKmORbm8/TdRDDAf2k4I/AAAAAAAAAho/OIfpx9b6LZU/s1600/DSC01583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tk-SKmORbm8/TdRDDAf2k4I/AAAAAAAAAho/OIfpx9b6LZU/s400/DSC01583.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-7724131970236942411?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7724131970236942411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=7724131970236942411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7724131970236942411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/7724131970236942411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-sou-aracelis.html' title='E sou, Aracélis.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tk-SKmORbm8/TdRDDAf2k4I/AAAAAAAAAho/OIfpx9b6LZU/s72-c/DSC01583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-187787462350523790</id><published>2011-05-18T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:59:19.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo sobre determinados tipos de  pessoas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N00k2NGDPs4/TdRA4pt6WSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jp7k421PKEQ/s1600/chato-cricri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N00k2NGDPs4/TdRA4pt6WSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jp7k421PKEQ/s320/chato-cricri.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:Google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem pessoas que não se acostumam na cadeira de trás. Querem sempre ser o centro. Pessoas que incomodam-se por não ocupar o primeiro espaço do ambiente. Tem pessoas que apenas desprezam a capacidade do outro&amp;nbsp; e juram para elas mesmas que, "se não existissem precisariam ser inventadas"! A importância delas, passa, a meu ver, pelo respeito, cooperação, limites, educação...Ufa! Demorou mas compreendi a expressão "última bolacha do pacote"! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-187787462350523790?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/187787462350523790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=187787462350523790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/187787462350523790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/187787462350523790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/desabafo-sobre-determinados-tipos-de.html' title='Desabafo sobre determinados tipos de  pessoas.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N00k2NGDPs4/TdRA4pt6WSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jp7k421PKEQ/s72-c/chato-cricri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3198905641637342505</id><published>2011-05-14T22:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:54:49.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wpPrtcB0c/Tc_os8EnzgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DDAOTuTCZhY/s1600/829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wpPrtcB0c/Tc_os8EnzgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DDAOTuTCZhY/s400/829.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O fundo do quintal é o lugar mais seguro para colher frutas, para encontrar insetos, para fugir da mãe...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3198905641637342505?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3198905641637342505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3198905641637342505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3198905641637342505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3198905641637342505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_4526.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wpPrtcB0c/Tc_os8EnzgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DDAOTuTCZhY/s72-c/829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5877727294717874214</id><published>2011-05-14T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:38:30.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o Paulo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyyzipO2GVo/Tc8f94MWiDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FFEbRDQMJRk/s1600/936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyyzipO2GVo/Tc8f94MWiDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FFEbRDQMJRk/s400/936.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu amo meu irmão mesmo quando deixo de dizer isso! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5877727294717874214?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5877727294717874214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5877727294717874214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5877727294717874214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5877727294717874214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-o-paulo.html' title='Sobre o Paulo.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyyzipO2GVo/Tc8f94MWiDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FFEbRDQMJRk/s72-c/936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5013823367793129427</id><published>2011-05-14T21:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:34:56.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Família.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hy6Me_jWj38/Tc8fi0pJm7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3ImoAnloBWQ/s1600/933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hy6Me_jWj38/Tc8fi0pJm7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3ImoAnloBWQ/s320/933.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5013823367793129427?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5013823367793129427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5013823367793129427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5013823367793129427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5013823367793129427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_14.html' title='Família.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hy6Me_jWj38/Tc8fi0pJm7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3ImoAnloBWQ/s72-c/933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-5898162514146306311</id><published>2011-05-14T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:32:28.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aD6T3_zgbLw/Tc8fEI5dhmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/cJlp440oWBg/s1600/922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aD6T3_zgbLw/Tc8fEI5dhmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/cJlp440oWBg/s320/922.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-5898162514146306311?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5898162514146306311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=5898162514146306311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5898162514146306311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/5898162514146306311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aD6T3_zgbLw/Tc8fEI5dhmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/cJlp440oWBg/s72-c/922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-6920232188594686600</id><published>2011-05-09T21:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:09:46.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha o que eu li!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ5yuFl27gc/TciB424O-iI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OnsOhx0r3B8/s1600/dificuldade-de-aprendizagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ5yuFl27gc/TciB424O-iI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OnsOhx0r3B8/s320/dificuldade-de-aprendizagem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto: tugolandia.wordpress.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diz &lt;/b&gt;mais ou menos assim: quando compramos um carro e ele tem problemas, voltamos nossa reclamação à fábrica. Nós não colocamos a culpa no carro. Ele é produto. Porém ao constatarmos que alguma criança está com dificuldades na escola, jogamos a culpa nele." Tem problemas!", " Não aprende nada!". É o que dizem&amp;nbsp; muitas vezes os professores, psicólogos e pais. Valeria mais a pena se nos perguntassêmos em que parte no processo de ensino a mediação foi falha ou empobrecida, seja ela por qualquer motivo! (&lt;b&gt;Leia&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"QUEM TEM MEDO DE ENSINAR NA EDUCAÇÃO INFANTIL? EM DEFESA DO ATO DE ENSINAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;" ALESSANDRA ARCE, LÍGIA MÁRCIA MARTINS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-6920232188594686600?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6920232188594686600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=6920232188594686600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6920232188594686600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/6920232188594686600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-citacao-que-me-fez-pensar.html' title='Olha o que eu li!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ5yuFl27gc/TciB424O-iI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OnsOhx0r3B8/s72-c/dificuldade-de-aprendizagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3914247745447168381</id><published>2011-05-02T22:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:50:41.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devo ser chata.</title><content type='html'>Quando alguém&lt;b&gt; interfere&lt;/b&gt; naquilo que não deveria, não entendo a ação como ajuda ou companheirismo. Entendo que tal pessoa,&lt;b&gt; desconhece&lt;/b&gt; qualquer idéia, mesmo que primitiva, sobre o que vem a ser privacidade, respeito ou ética (de acordo com a sociedade em questão).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urxy-umL50E/Tb9ed-LGyOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sx5b_FWey1c/s1600/facebook-nivel-de-privacidade.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urxy-umL50E/Tb9ed-LGyOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sx5b_FWey1c/s200/facebook-nivel-de-privacidade.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:e-tinet.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Exemplos: quando você está desenvolvendo uma conversa com seu (a) filho (a) e um estranho vem ajudá-lo, a pergunta é: o que ele esta dizendo sobre ele mesmo?! Quando no trabalho alguém dá uma ordem que deveria partir de você, a pergunta é: o que ele esta demonstrando sobre ele mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto quando isso ocorre. Hoje eu não gostei quando uma colega de trabalho dispensou minha aluna para ir embora, depois que caiu no conto da "dor de garganta que não deixa ter controle nos pulsos, portanto impede a escrita..." Existe isso?? Alguém pode ficar com o pulso fraco, quando está com dor de garganta? Eu realmente penso que não. A segunda vez que fiquei um pouco pensativa foi quando ao tentar um acordo com minha filha sobre algo (que não vem ao caso agora) fui interrompida por uma desconhecida: "...será que ela não quer a outra?". Talvez o fato de estar cansada me fez, quase que sem pensar responder em tom meio bruto que "quem sabe o que ela deveria querer ou não sou eu!"&lt;br /&gt;Quando estas pessoas vão entender que privacidade é justamente a parte da vida alheia que não se deve participar?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3914247745447168381?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3914247745447168381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3914247745447168381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3914247745447168381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3914247745447168381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/devo-ser-chata.html' title='Devo ser chata.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urxy-umL50E/Tb9ed-LGyOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sx5b_FWey1c/s72-c/facebook-nivel-de-privacidade.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8125388882545306206</id><published>2011-04-26T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:42:14.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrei do "Ricardinho".</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESJk53k-_Kg/TbeCTEDfbpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HpctFAUbkFg/s1600/meninos_brigando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESJk53k-_Kg/TbeCTEDfbpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HpctFAUbkFg/s1600/meninos_brigando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NÃO BRIGUE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt; era meu amigo de "quinta série", no Colégio Eleodoro. Pequeno, falante e lindinho. Na verdade o mais bonito da turma. Nós voltavámos da escola juntos. Um dia, como em muitos outros, vinhámos pela Santa Catarina, jogando conversa fora, quando de repente surgiu um grupo de meninos maiores e com suas&amp;nbsp; bicicletas que deixavam eles maiores ainda! Estavam à espera de Ricardinho para surrá-lo. Fecharam ele com as "bikes" e o maior de todos começou a pedalar em sua direção. Avançava agredindo-o verbalmente e fisicamente. Não tive reação, já ele, pediu-me para segurar sua mochila, pegou um galho da árvore que estava caído no chão e bateu com força no menino que foi parar no lugar anteriormente ocupado pelo galho! Assim que viram isso, os meninos que o acompanhavam fugiram em disparada, enquanto o marmanjo choramingava no chão. Lembro-me das coordenadas que recebi de Ricardinho: "Marilia corre!". Corri até chegar em casa. Ele também.No outro dia, fui pra escola levando duas mochilas. Ele contou-me que foram tomar satisfações do fato em sua casa, o menino e o pai e que ao ver a estatura de Ricardinho o pai do garoto percebeu que era caso de covardia. Covardia do filho. Levou-o embora e acabou-se a história.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que aprendi&lt;/span&gt; nesta situação: É tudo muito rápido quando acontece. Violência não passa pela razão. Todos os comando são reações. Se você não tiver escolha, corra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8125388882545306206?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8125388882545306206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8125388882545306206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8125388882545306206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8125388882545306206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/lembrei-do-ricardinho.html' title='Lembrei do &quot;Ricardinho&quot;.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESJk53k-_Kg/TbeCTEDfbpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HpctFAUbkFg/s72-c/meninos_brigando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4699827390681356567</id><published>2011-04-24T22:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:51:06.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TransLARção.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sdIhkY67sc/TbTRJXF1z9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/x-wGUm939xk/s1600/9015295_68b008b628_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sdIhkY67sc/TbTRJXF1z9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/x-wGUm939xk/s320/9015295_68b008b628_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:http://rodrigobarba.com/blog/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando eu era criança eu imaginava que ao crescer eu não precisaria ter dinheiro suficiente para comprar uma casa e sim que deveria ter o suficiente para comprar um carro e viver dentro dele. Eu imaginava mil possibilidades e facilidades de se viver em um carro. Somente depois de adulta descobri que o que me fazia preferir um carro e não uma casa era o fato dele ser móvel! O meu fascínio na realidade é pelo movimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4699827390681356567?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4699827390681356567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4699827390681356567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4699827390681356567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4699827390681356567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/translardando.html' title='TransLARção.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sdIhkY67sc/TbTRJXF1z9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/x-wGUm939xk/s72-c/9015295_68b008b628_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3098070345271877990</id><published>2011-04-19T12:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:49:36.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do índio!</title><content type='html'>Hoje todos os índios serão romanticamente lembrados em muitas escolas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há um dilema: escola que é escola deve pintar seus alunos de índio ou de coelhinho?!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz, quando pretende-se ocultar a verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3098070345271877990?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3098070345271877990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3098070345271877990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3098070345271877990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3098070345271877990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/dia-do-indio.html' title='Dia do índio!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-2241053492236080668</id><published>2011-04-17T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:45:25.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THSZJhybx7o/TatDRTrh-vI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HYd1yO4sJ_0/s1600/anaeju2011igreja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THSZJhybx7o/TatDRTrh-vI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HYd1yO4sJ_0/s320/anaeju2011igreja.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-2241053492236080668?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2241053492236080668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=2241053492236080668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2241053492236080668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2241053492236080668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THSZJhybx7o/TatDRTrh-vI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HYd1yO4sJ_0/s72-c/anaeju2011igreja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-8095466268839895587</id><published>2011-04-14T22:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:32:38.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de festa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dF6TxAcNtA/TaeezAqHSZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4D3-580hkp4/s1600/julieta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dF6TxAcNtA/TaeezAqHSZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4D3-580hkp4/s200/julieta.jpg" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;JULIETA MERCEDEZ PIRES DAMASCENO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Uma mulher de muito valor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha segunda mãe, melhor amiga, exemplo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz aniversário!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-8095466268839895587?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8095466268839895587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=8095466268839895587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8095466268839895587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/8095466268839895587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-e-dia-de-festa.html' title='Hoje é dia de festa!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dF6TxAcNtA/TaeezAqHSZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4D3-580hkp4/s72-c/julieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-2708685833381852717</id><published>2011-04-12T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:35:57.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recebi como email e estou postando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaquias                                  3:3 diz: 'E assentar-se-á como fundidor e                                  purificador de                                  prata...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Esse versículo bíblico                                  intrigou umas mulheres de um estudo bíblico e                                  elas ficaram pensando o que essa afirmação                                  significava em relação ao caráter e a natureza                                  de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Uma delas ofereceu-se                                  para descobrir sobre o processo de refinamento                                  da prata para o próximo estudo                                  bíblico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Naquela semana, a mulher                                  ligou para um ourives e marcou um horário para                                  assistí-lo trabalhar. Ela não mencionou a razão                                  do seu interesse e só disse estar curiosa para                                  conhecer o processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ela foi assistí-lo.                                  Ele pegou um pedaço de prata e o segurou sobre o                                  fogo, deixando-o                                  esquentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ele explicou que, no                                  refinamento da prata, é preciso que segure-se a                                  mesma bem no centro da chama, onde é mais quente                                  e queima-se as                                  impurezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A mulher pensou sobre                                  Deus, que às vezes, segura-nos em situações                                  'quentes' e pensou novamente no versículo: 'E                                  assentar-se-á como fundidor e purificador de                                  prata...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ela perguntou para o                                  artesão se ele tinha mesmo que ficar sentado o                                  tempo todo na frente do fogo enquanto a prata                                  estava sendo refinada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ele disse que sim; que                                  não somente ele tinha que ficar lá, segurando a                                  prata, mas que ele tinha que, também, manter                                  seus olhos na mesma o tempo todo que ela                                  estivesse nas chamas. Se a prata ficasse um                                  minuto a mais no fogo, seria                                  destruída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A mulher ficou em                                  silêncio por um momento. Então, ela perguntou:                                  'Como você sabe quando a prata está totalmente                                  refinada?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Ele                                  sorriu e disse: 'Ah, isso é fácil... É quando eu                                  vejo minha imagem                                  nela.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Se hoje                                  você está sentindo o calor do fogo, lembre-se                                  que os olhos de Deus estão sobre você e que Ele                                  vai ficar cuidando de ti até que Ele veja Sua                                  imagem em                                  você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Se                                  puder, passe essa mensagem adiante.                                  Provavelmente, existe alguém que precisa saber                                  que Deus está cuidando dele. E, seja o que for                                  que estiverem passando, eles sairão 'refinados'                                  no final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Que Deus te abençoe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxyiv2096373081ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;ps:(Obrigada, Karlota.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #033d3d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #033d3d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00007f; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-2708685833381852717?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2708685833381852717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=2708685833381852717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2708685833381852717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/2708685833381852717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/recebi-como-email-e-estou-postando.html' title='Recebi como email e estou postando.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-4558629696287740095</id><published>2011-04-12T21:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:31:43.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova postagem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu tinha uma história nova para contar aqui e quando comecei percebi que de nova ela não tinha nada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Percebi que histórias novas sempre são velhas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então, analisei a expressão "nova postagem" e ela ficou pingando em minha mente, como gota em torneira mal vedada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que é novo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que é novo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que é novo?...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MINHA VIDA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que o fato de ter mudado não me fez totalmente nova.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; É assim: enquanto a matéria perece, meu espirito se renova!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acompanha:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; O novo no velho, faz muita, muita diferença! Veja o caso das gotas, no exemplo que citei anteriormente. A cada nova gota, a poça que se forma, modifica a sua configuração! A cada nova gota, a poça já não é a mesma poça, que inicialmente, fora formada de apenas uma gota, depois duas, três...trinta...ou milhares de gotas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que possibilita que eu conclua que o velho depende do novo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pode ser apenas uma gotinha do novo, mas, é necessário para que mude sua forma, deixando de ser velho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu, tenho a necessidade de ser alimentada pelo novo a todo instante, para sentir que deixei de ser pequena poça, que já sou litros...que posso ser rio!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus é o que me faz nova.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novinha em folha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se duvidar, leia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;header&gt; &lt;/header&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt; 2 Coríntios 5 : 17 &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a class="all_chapter" href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/2co/5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="odd"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Assim que, se alguém está em Cristo, nova criatura é; as coisas velhas já passaram; eis que tudo se fez novo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-4558629696287740095?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4558629696287740095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=4558629696287740095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4558629696287740095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/4558629696287740095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/nova-postagem.html' title='Nova postagem?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-407481462152237657</id><published>2011-04-04T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:11:59.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiquei perplexa com a lógica da resposta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOEsBRTD-yE/TZpd-yt3HqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VhO7R6fMe58/s1600/uau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOEsBRTD-yE/TZpd-yt3HqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VhO7R6fMe58/s200/uau.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vamos formular uma situação problema? - pergunto eu para uma aluna.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lá fomos nós. Sugeri que ela escolhesse uma situação cotidiana. Ela pensou e começou o registro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"fravio tinha 25 reais..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então interrompo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Veja bem, este é um nome próprio, portanto a regra diz que você deve iniciar com letra maiúscula." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela calmamente apaga o "f" minúsculo e faz a troca pelo "F" minúsculo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Então... - eu continuo -&amp;nbsp; vamos ver o som destas sílabas: "Fra" e "Fla", logo, "Flavio" escrevemos com "L" depois do F..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Não professora! Eu que escolhi o nome do meu filho. É Fravio para combinar com a irmã que é Brenda. Olha só: BR e FR. Brenda e Fravio."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu fiquei muda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois abri a boca e fiquei ali, com ela aberta. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-407481462152237657?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/407481462152237657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=407481462152237657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/407481462152237657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/407481462152237657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/fiquei-perplexa-com-logica-da-resposta.html' title='Fiquei perplexa com a lógica da resposta!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOEsBRTD-yE/TZpd-yt3HqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VhO7R6fMe58/s72-c/uau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1034223237132805540</id><published>2011-03-30T20:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:45:03.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E se eu não postar mais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9ALQUOdR_8/TZO_7uoee1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/q-ZsLhdUeY8/s1600/blog_or_not.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9ALQUOdR_8/TZO_7uoee1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/q-ZsLhdUeY8/s320/blog_or_not.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:soasimples.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje pensei: e se eu encerrar o blog? Que falta me fará?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não sei a resposta. É impossível saber. Sou pessoa e como tal, posso me acostumar a não escrever, assim como me acostumei a escrever. Não nasci com lápis na mão. Não nasci escrevendo num bilhete para Iracema, que queria mamar. Isso de fazer as coisas como faço hoje, foi pacientemente apreendido. Então, o resumo de tudo é: apreender a viver desta ou daquela forma. E no caso do blog, a única coisa que tenho certeza é que, se parar, aprenderei outra forma de limpar minha memória.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1034223237132805540?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1034223237132805540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1034223237132805540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1034223237132805540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1034223237132805540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-se-eu-nao-postar-mais.html' title='E se eu não postar mais?'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9ALQUOdR_8/TZO_7uoee1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/q-ZsLhdUeY8/s72-c/blog_or_not.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-3283537374855757282</id><published>2011-03-29T12:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:57:50.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotidiano, não neutro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keWCYAeWCfQ/TZH8yZ9iy2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/25LF2F8BvEg/s1600/Escolha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keWCYAeWCfQ/TZH8yZ9iy2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/25LF2F8BvEg/s320/Escolha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto:mimimiespertinho.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Todas as nossa ações estão baseadas em opções.&lt;br /&gt;Não há neutralidade.&lt;br /&gt;Então, humanamente, é difícil inocentar ações. &lt;br /&gt;Ao levantar-me da cama e caminhar em direção ao banheiro para lavar o rosto, não faço inocentemente. Mesmo que eu não reflita sobre, faço a escolha de levanter-me em lugar de continuar deitada. Ao escolher levantar-me, escolho caminhar até o banheiro após calçar os chinelos e não ir descalça....Enfim. Tudo se escolhe. Até mesmo quando deixamos de escolher!&lt;br /&gt;Então a partir disso, reflita comigo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus nos garante a liberdade de escolhas o que é o máximo! Porém, esta liberdade esta condicionada em agradá-lo ou não. É isso aí! ninguém escolhe inocentemente...então opte por fazer o melhor! Escolha o que contribui para que você agrade JESUS! Dirija-se a Ele sabendo que esta é sua escolha, mas ela não poderia existir sem antes Ele ter ESCOLHIDO te AMAR!!&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim,&amp;nbsp; pessoalmente,&amp;nbsp; ainda tem outra parte que é incrível: Ele, além de escolher me amar, escolheu também me perdoar e com isso, escolheu apagar minhas escolhas erradas, perdoando-me!&lt;br /&gt;E então? Entende agora porque amo segui-lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus Cristo é o mesmo, ontem, e hoje, e eternamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Hebreus 13.18)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-3283537374855757282?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3283537374855757282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=3283537374855757282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3283537374855757282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/3283537374855757282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/03/cotidiano-nao-neutro.html' title='Cotidiano, não neutro.'/><author><name>M.Maria M. Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05808465720641653914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Iewke9XgM/TSs1sqZNzfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/scPb6uPN01I/S220/img273.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keWCYAeWCfQ/TZH8yZ9iy2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/25LF2F8BvEg/s72-c/Escolha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16255981.post-1846705548173626518</id><published>2011-03-27T01:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:31:04.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece...mas não é!</title><content type='html'>Um dia eu bem feliz, fui vacinar a Ana Clara, com a Julia a tira-colo.&lt;br /&gt;A enfermeira, cara de uns 35, foi logo dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;_Mãezinha, as duas são suas?&lt;br /&gt;Disse eu, sem prestar atenção na pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;_São sim...&lt;br /&gt;Levei um sermão. Uma bronca. Advertência. Cara feia. Cara de espanto e o resto das recomendações do Ministério da Saúde contra gravidez precoce.&lt;br /&gt;Então, bem devagarinho, foi minha vez de perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;_Quantos anos você acha que tenho?&lt;br /&gt;_Você? 20 não é?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, contando que a Julia tem 8 anos e a Ana 4, ela teria muita razão em me falar tudo o que falou...se eu tivesse 20!&lt;br /&gt;_Tenho 32. Não sou mãe adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, minha aluna falou: "isso é bom pra professora que tem 20 anos, não pra nós..."&lt;br /&gt;Outra aluna, depois de um semestre: "quando eu vi você professora, eu pensei "essa menina não vai dar conta de nos ensinar!..."" &lt;br /&gt;Na entrega dos documentos para um teste de Especialista, a atendente me olhou como se eu fosse colegial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POXA VIDA! &lt;br /&gt;Que o foco não esteja na aparência!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16255981-1846705548173626518?l=mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1846705548173626518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16255981&amp;postID=1846705548173626518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1846705548173626518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16255981/posts/default/1846705548173626518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliacoutinho.blogspot.com/2011/03/aparencia-engana-sim.html' title='Parece...mas não é!'/><author><name>M.Maria M. 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