<?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-521545398763512722</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:19:22.142-02:00</updated><category term='Dança'/><category term='Escalada'/><title type='text'>Coisas da mata</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-3904503976854569071</id><published>2011-10-04T11:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:13:24.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado, dedicação, paciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Quando dizemos ser-no-mundo não expressamos uma determinação geográfica como estar na&amp;nbsp;natureza, junto com plantas, animais e outros seres humanos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso pode estar incluído,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas a&amp;nbsp;compreensão de ser-no-mundo é algo mais abrangente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Significa uma f&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;orma de existir e de co-existir,&amp;nbsp;de estar presente, de navegar pela realidade e de relacionar-se com todas as coisas do mundo. Nessa&amp;nbsp;co-existência e com-vivência, nessa navegação e nesse jogo de relações, o ser humano vai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;construindo seu próprio ser, sua autoconsciência e sua própria identidade".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Saber cuidar, Leonardo Boff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pn1130OP08A/TosPN5Qw9_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/v6CIfm14338/s1600/Cayana14maio11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pn1130OP08A/TosPN5Qw9_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/v6CIfm14338/s320/Cayana14maio11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Permitimos a vida da semente, cuidando da terra, provendo água na falta de chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-8uBqnPxfQ/TosTCGr6UJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3IwjW-gSdXI/s320/colheita01.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Primeiras colheitas...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-8uBqnPxfQ/TosTCGr6UJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3IwjW-gSdXI/s1600/colheita01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-3904503976854569071?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3904503976854569071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=3904503976854569071' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-8760408278448608183</id><published>2011-04-23T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:43:29.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes que suma do papel....</title><content type='html'>... registrarei no virtual, uma receita que um dia peguei na casa de minhas amigas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Receita de felicidade do mundo lírico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Segure a onda (modere afetos)&lt;br /&gt;2) Beba muita água (seja saudável)&lt;br /&gt;3) Faça o que a natureza permitir (os limites estão ali)&lt;br /&gt;4) Desapegue (diminua os desejos)&lt;br /&gt;5) Experimente (o corpo pede)&lt;br /&gt;6) Liberte-se (transgredindo sexualmente)&lt;br /&gt;7) Cultive amigos (é sábio)&lt;br /&gt;8) Se baste&lt;br /&gt;9) Serenize-se (sendo justo)&lt;br /&gt;10) Tranquilize-se (não produza danos)&lt;br /&gt;11) Pise na grama!&lt;div 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Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-6838933631114145417</id><published>2011-03-03T09:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:51:02.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzamento perigoso!</title><content type='html'>Quando viajava com meus pais, nas férias, principalmente depois que aprendi a ler, adorava ler em voz alta as placas indicando as entradas para as cidades, nomes de rios, divisas de municípios, alertas e avisos sobre as condições das rodovias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorava a mudança da paisagem, as comidas diferentes de cada lugar, a forma como as pessoas falavam que ia se transformando à cada trecho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje, viajar faz parte da minha vida. Claro que viajar &lt;i&gt;for fun&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;é bem diferente que viajar &lt;i&gt;a trabalho&lt;/i&gt;, mas em todas "as viagens" descobrimos algo, conhecemos outra forma de fazer as coisas, outra maneira de encarar a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as placas, continuam fazendo parte das estradas... mas neste novo século, as placas nas estradas informam e alertam não somente assuntos referentes a hidrografia, limites de velocidade ou obras na pista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--MiSDHw_kIE/TW-JbKRBM1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/SjihoZ_NqVs/s1600/DSC06048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--MiSDHw_kIE/TW-JbKRBM1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/SjihoZ_NqVs/s320/DSC06048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta, por exemplo, na rodovia SC 470, próximo a Campos Novos (SC), alerta, de forma &lt;i&gt;subjetiva/objetiva&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;para os problemas dos nossos "cruzamentos" atuais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alerta que o controle da velocidade é importante, assim como a utilização de preservativos para evitar transmissão de doenças... no cruzamento... Coisas que não faziam parte da "apostila" de educação sexual, na década de 70/80... e muito menos de placas na estrada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa placa me fez pensar na velocidade dos relacionamentos que temos neste dia a dia apurado e tão superficial que vivemos, onde protelamos tantas atenções e carinhos aos que realmente fazem parte da nosa vida, aos que amamos... deixamos pra depois, correndo, correndo... sempre querendo mais horas para acrescentar às 24, sempre reclamando do tempo que não temos... mas sem perceber o tempo que não vivemos no presente, conscientemente... que deixamos ser "atropelado" por agendas lotadas de coisas que geralmente são supérfluas para uma vida plena e feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom estar sempre alerta na estrada da vida... antes que a viagem acabe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-6838933631114145417?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6838933631114145417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=6838933631114145417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/6838933631114145417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/6838933631114145417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/cruzamento-perigoso.html' title='Cruzamento perigoso!'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--MiSDHw_kIE/TW-JbKRBM1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/SjihoZ_NqVs/s72-c/DSC06048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-1636925517820532579</id><published>2011-01-21T14:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:21:13.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetição... Anônima = cadena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anônima porque ficou assim, sem nome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anônimas foram muitas tentativas para encadenar essa via, primeira escalada/projeto meu em Corupá, desde que comecei com este vício de escalar, mais precisamente no dia 02 de janeiro de 2010, no Braço Esquerdo (que é em São Bento do Sul, no mapa)... mas consegui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Divagando sobre nossas possibilidades como seres humanos, dotados de uma máquina perfeita que executa o que a cabeça determina, reparei que só conseguimos o máximo da performance de nossa máquina com a repetição. Somos seres que necessitam destes ciclos... Repetidos... Realizados vezes e vezes. Até ficarem dominados. Sólidos. Fáceis e banais, começam a ser substituídos. Ficam "automáticos"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Partindo deste raciocínio imagino que, se cada ser humano dedicasse seu tempo, energia, trabalho, $, repetidamente, somente ao que tem aptidão, ao que gosta ou ao que o motiva, o mundo seria mais ameno, as frustraçōes seriam menores, o real do ideal não estariam tão distantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cada um tiraria o máximo de sua existência e não ficaria em conflito ao ter que decidir que tipo de vida levaria, baseado muitas vezes em modelos impostos pelo mercado, focado para o consumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vejo muitas pessoas trabalhando muito, correndo muito, comendo muito, consumindo muito, e tendo muito menos tempo, prazer e saúde do que se estivesse vivendo focado somente no que o abastecesse de energia e vitalidade através da satisfação gerada após a conquista de mais um "degrau" em sua escalada da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Acho que por estar programado para repetir, repetir, repetir, é que todos os anos querem que a data (repetitiva) do Natal seja comemorada de forma repetitiva com toda a familia reunida, como sempre, para repetir aqueles dias em que convivia-se com todos os integrantes da familia vivendo na mesma casa. Mas a vida de todos muda e querem, a cada Natal, que a imagem congelada de um tempo em que toda a familia vivia na mesma casa se repita. A mesma ceia, mesma forma de dar os presentes, a mesma árvore com os mesmos enfeites (agora vindos da China) , com as mesmas músicas, repetindo, repetindo, repetindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Repetidamente espera-se o Natal para ligar praquele amigo, pra lembrar daqueles que passam fome, para pintar a casa, lavar a calçada e as cortinas, comprar um "presentinho, uma lembrancinha" praquele, praquela... Uiuiui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ano novo então? Sempre, repetidamente, aquela promessa que não se cumpre há mais de 5 anos, colocada na repetitiva lista (pegue a "lista" dos últimos 3 anos e compare... Qualquer semelhança, mera coincidência...) Prometemos de novo... Sem nos comprometer... Só porque é tradição... De quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Escalar é um desafio para mim. Ter iniciado nesta modalidade tão exigente, que demanda tanto vigor físico quanto mental, aos 35 anos é muito interessante. As agarras dispostas na rocha orientam o espírito. Os posicionamentos só dependem de mim, de onde estou e aonde quero chegar. O corpo é o meio, comandado pela mente. São nossos referenciais, desapegados das comparaçōes passadas dando passagem ao instintivo (des)apego à vida... Conhecemos e desconhecemos nossos limites na escalada, sentindo o vento, olhando de cima, aproximando nossa respiração aos suspiros da rocha. O corpo cansa, descobre sensaçōes... Descansa no êxtase da conquista. Motiva e desmotiva. Monta e desmonta. Conceitos de vida, olhares, valores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Quero escalar montanhas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ser capaz de reduzir o &lt;i&gt;zoom,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;do olhar procurando um ponto mais alto na linha do horizonte até cada mineral que compõe a rocha, procurando a próxima agarra, o próximo desafio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E comemorar, na volta do cume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E repetir... repetir... conquistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TTmtvXIPEKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ULVT375wMqU/s1600/DSC05731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TTmtvXIPEKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ULVT375wMqU/s400/DSC05731.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malhando a Anônima... &lt;br /&gt;Cadena em 28/12/2010!!&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Cayana da Silva&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Atualização:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Após um dedo quebrado, gesso e dois meses sem escalar, retomei os treinos e malhei a Anônima, guiando...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Então, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cadena (de verdade meeesmo), foi dia 11 de junho de 2011, GUIANDO a via!!! Kmon!! Foi uma sensação muuuito boa!!! Comemoração!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E agora... continuar treinando, escalando, treinando, treinando... escalando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque se você quiser escalar: TEM QUE ESCALAR!!!!&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/521545398763512722-1636925517820532579?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1636925517820532579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=1636925517820532579' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/1636925517820532579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/1636925517820532579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/repeticao-anonima-cadena.html' title='Repetição... Anônima = cadena'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TTmtvXIPEKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ULVT375wMqU/s72-c/DSC05731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-3356484854055928768</id><published>2010-12-23T16:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:00:09.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto do Amor Total</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinícius de Moraes, para amar em 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Amo-te tanto, meu amor ... não cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;O humano coração com mais verdade ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Numa sempre diversa realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;E te amo além, presente na saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Com um desejo maciço e permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;É que um dia em teu corpo de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TRONKYJOl5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/o-z9s121gZA/s1600/Parceria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TRONKYJOl5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/o-z9s121gZA/s400/Parceria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-3356484854055928768?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3356484854055928768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=3356484854055928768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/3356484854055928768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/3356484854055928768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/soneto-do-amor-total.html' title='Soneto do Amor Total'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TRONKYJOl5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/o-z9s121gZA/s72-c/Parceria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-6870824973638570109</id><published>2010-11-25T22:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:08:59.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARceria e escalada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Parceria: Imprescindível para a prática da escalada com segurança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A não ser que pratique a modalidade solo, todo escalador precisa de uma parceria para mandar uma via.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; O parceiro de escalada é aquele que minimiza os impactos de uma eventual queda e pode realizar um resgate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; A ideia de parceria nos remete rapidamente à analogia com a palavra PAR: múltiplo de dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Partindo daí, o mínimo para uma PARceria é 2. Se você é 1, precisa de mais alguém que esteja a fim de escalar (e disponível) quando o clima contribui com uma estiagem e a “rocha está colando”... Além disso, sua PARceria tem que te dar segurança, utilizando os equipamentos corretos, com as técnicas adequadas e nós perfeitos (e muuuuuita paciência).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mais um aspecto importante é a divisão "da carga", entre lanches, água, anorak, cordas, fitas, metais... ambos vão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;carregados...&amp;nbsp;carregando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cada vez que estou na rocha, fica mais evidente que a escalada não é “uma atividade”, que eu possa fazer eventualmente, esporadicamente...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Se quiser ESCALAR, tem que escalar... escalar... escalar... escalar... treinar... focar... treinar... escalar... "Ensinamentos da Dona Rocha".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Ter uma PARceria ensina a lidar com a vida, com as divergentes opiniões, fraquezas e fortalezas nossas e no/do outro... mostra o além do limite da convivência, da conveniência, da cumplicidade dos pontos de vista... valores; referências...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; PARceria renova olhares de mundo, das atitudes e da falta delas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O cuidado com o parceiro preconiza o cuidado consigo mesmo, numa renovacão constante de paradigmas da qualidade das experiências na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Através da escalada percebe-se a necessidade de ter foco, estratégia, atitude, controle e perseverança. Tudo em proporções equilibradas e harmoniosas, para conseguir “passar o lance”, “fazer o &lt;i&gt;move&lt;/i&gt;” e “encadenar a via”! Estes ensinamentos são constantes na escalada. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; E na vida... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Para conseguir REALIZAR os sonhos, CONQUISTAR as vias, rompendo os limites pré-estabelecidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Parceria pra mim, significa confiança e cumplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É muito bom ter uma parceria firmeza! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TO711jFdVtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jrdGHB_sXSs/s1600/DSC04474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TO711jFdVtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jrdGHB_sXSs/s640/DSC04474.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Castelo dos Bugres - Joinville-SC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-6870824973638570109?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TO711jFdVtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jrdGHB_sXSs/s72-c/DSC04474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-5719398896004572753</id><published>2010-10-05T09:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:45:30.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É o coração com medo de parar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;que nunca aprende a dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É o sonho que teme o despertar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;que jamais corre o risco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Aquele que não quer ser aceito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;também não quer se entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E a alma com medo da morte,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nunca aprenderá a viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Amanda 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0in;"&gt;e desde que aprendi a escrever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;encarei a escrita como um resultado de inspiração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;de saber utilizar as muitas palavras existentes em nossa língua&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;respeitando “as regras do jogo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;para explicar uma situação, emoção, visão ou opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;às vezes tive inspiração, mas somente conversei... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sobre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;especulando talvez.... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;olhando outras visões de mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sem colírio, somente de óculos escuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TJEVBTzn6PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/00Jh4kaGzTE/s1600/SSL16465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TJEVBTzn6PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/00Jh4kaGzTE/s320/SSL16465.JPG" width="240" 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href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TJEVBTzn6PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/00Jh4kaGzTE/s72-c/SSL16465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-8585079503725844634</id><published>2010-07-28T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:08:10.393-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dança'/><title type='text'>Festival de MuDança, Joinville-SC</title><content type='html'>Meus astros, cometas e raios&lt;br /&gt;Se alinham, de tal forma&lt;br /&gt;Que no mês de julho&lt;br /&gt;Dançam na sintonia do Festival de Dança de Joinville&lt;br /&gt;E nas mudanças em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival este, que para mim, começou no primeiro&lt;br /&gt;E neste ano, já é vigésimo oitavo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideia do Carlos Tafur&lt;br /&gt;Diretor do Instituto Colombia, primeira escola de dança em Joinville&lt;br /&gt;Onde iniciei ballet clássico em 1980, aos 5 anos de idade...&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe, juntamente com as mães das outras alunas de dança, se reuniam&lt;br /&gt;Discutiam, opinavam, dividiam tarefas&lt;br /&gt;Corriam atrás de medalhas, troféus, camisetas, alojamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À minha primeira professora, Karin Busch (&lt;i&gt;in memoriam -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;dance na luz!)&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pelo cuidado, sensibilidade, encantamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospedávamos as bailarinas em nossas CASAS.&lt;br /&gt;E adequávamos a nossa rotina à delas: alimentação, ensaios, marcação de palco, apresentação!&lt;br /&gt;Torcida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isqueiros cintilando nas arquibancadas (não eram os celulares - bom, nem pensávamos que iríamos ter umas latinhas dessas um dia, assim, e ainda com acesso a internet! Internet? O que seria isso?)&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro as cadeiras e camarotes,&lt;br /&gt;Da Sociedade Harmonia Lyra&lt;br /&gt;Onde, depois da segunda edição&lt;br /&gt;Foram proibidas as apresentações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bora pro GINÁSIO!&lt;br /&gt;Espaço amplo e bem estruturado para torcidas!&lt;br /&gt;Muitos visitantes!&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;Depois o Abel Schulz também!&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente!!&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram o Centreventos!!&lt;br /&gt;Já está lotando, quase todas as noites!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dona Albertina deu o "toque feminino" ao Festival&lt;br /&gt;Casa da Cultura era o "QG central"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palcos por tudo, praças, fábricas, lojas, &lt;i&gt;shoppings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitrines concorrendo&lt;br /&gt;Espalhávamos cartazes por toda a cidade (não tinha &lt;i&gt;blog&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;twitter, orkut, facebook, etc e "virTuals"&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Muita vibração energia, participação das pessoas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Desde a primeira edição!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Grupos de todo o BRASIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversidade&lt;br /&gt;Culturas&lt;br /&gt;Cinturas&lt;br /&gt;Silhuetas&lt;br /&gt;RITMOS&lt;br /&gt;Figurinos&lt;br /&gt;Figuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oficinas de dança&lt;br /&gt;Aperfeiçoamento&lt;br /&gt;Agora é referência de dança&lt;br /&gt;AGORA tem Bolshoi há 10 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Tem associações, profissionais de dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talentos no palco&lt;br /&gt;Descobertas e aconchego&lt;br /&gt;Na sutileza dos movimentos&lt;br /&gt;Na vibração da música&lt;br /&gt;Que diz&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer com o CORPO todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAÇA coreografias na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Mude o ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Deixe seu corpo FLUIR&lt;br /&gt;Na música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUÇA mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERMITA-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheça a dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMECE por Joinville, Santa Catarina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TE-1yu4Z0DI/AAAAAAAAATo/1nJ7k2Xk8KQ/s1600/umtangoSo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TE-1yu4Z0DI/AAAAAAAAATo/1nJ7k2Xk8KQ/s400/umtangoSo.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;Seletiva 25o. Festival de Dança de Joinville - 2007&lt;br /&gt;Coreografia: Um tango só&lt;br /&gt;Coreógrafo: Everton Correa&lt;br /&gt;Bailarina: Eu! depois de quase 10 anos sem dançar! Vitória! Desfrute!&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Pena Filho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-8585079503725844634?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8585079503725844634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=8585079503725844634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/8585079503725844634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/8585079503725844634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/07/festival-de-mudanca-joinville-sc.html' title='Festival de MuDança, Joinville-SC'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/TE-1yu4Z0DI/AAAAAAAAATo/1nJ7k2Xk8KQ/s72-c/umtangoSo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-237692158266188485</id><published>2010-05-18T22:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:17:26.661-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escalada'/><title type='text'>Bailarina escalando ou escaladora bailando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tudo bem, ainda não sou uma completa “escaladora” (falta muuuuitooo), mas desde o início do ano me empenho em entender as técnicas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;betas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; e posicionamentos, coreografias e enredos que compõem este universo, que confesso: “Já viciei!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;De dança eu entendo um pouco, pois bailei por mais de 15 anos. Ballet clássico. Clássico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Linhas e formas em busca da perfeição. Saltos e giros, mas, próximos do chão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Muita coisa ficou parecida ou apenas mudou de posição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A coreografia agora é a via na rocha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os esparadrapos dos pés estão nas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas o aperto da sapatilha continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Troco o breu por magnésio e o palco pelas paisagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ao invés do saiote, cadeirinha; do coque, capacete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho que aprender a manusear os equipamentos e também ser paciente quando a chuva adia o espetáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quedas? Algumas... Sempre na tentativa de isolar o movimento, pernas, braços e tronco em busca do equilíbrio... que deve ser constante, mas às vezes parece impossível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só na mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Concentração... Respiração... Repetição... Frustração... Contusões... Tendinite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Força e alongamento exigidos enquanto o “não consigo” deve ser banido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Desafio: superar-se a cada dia - dominando um novo grau. Da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cabeça boa+movimentação perfeita = cadena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bailando ou escalando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A sensação da conquista é a mesma: um TESÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S_M_7SUjHsI/AAAAAAAAATI/r_HIJZKDHeM/s1600/FadaLilas_Izabela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S_M_7SUjHsI/AAAAAAAAATI/r_HIJZKDHeM/s320/FadaLilas_Izabela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;... e a convidei para dançar comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/521545398763512722-237692158266188485?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/237692158266188485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=237692158266188485' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/237692158266188485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/237692158266188485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/05/bailarina-escalando-ou-escaladora.html' title='Bailarina escalando ou escaladora bailando?'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S_M_7SUjHsI/AAAAAAAAATI/r_HIJZKDHeM/s72-c/FadaLilas_Izabela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-1349320338338091450</id><published>2010-05-09T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:26:47.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conhecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S-gyTUpDZoI/AAAAAAAAASo/u66kv1ikCUo/s1600/DSC02898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S-gyTUpDZoI/AAAAAAAAASo/u66kv1ikCUo/s320/DSC02898.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Algumas vezes me pergunto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do que tenho medo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi a falta de resposta quem me disse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho medo de não ter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não sei o que tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas tenho medos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez do desejo de querer tudo inteiro, intenso, íntegro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De não ter carinho, parceria, cumplicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De não sentir o abraço no meio da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou um sorriso espreguiçando de manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De não ter descobertas a fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou alguém pra conversar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E dividir as frutas colhidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou um abraço quente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao sair do banho gelado no rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizem que medo é o oposto de coragem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digo que é o oposto do conhecimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Conheça-te a ti mesmo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coragem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estou só no começo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Para ser grande, sê inteiro; nada de ti exagera ou exclui”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-1349320338338091450?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1349320338338091450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=1349320338338091450' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/1349320338338091450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/1349320338338091450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/05/conhecimento.html' title='Conhecimento'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S-gyTUpDZoI/AAAAAAAAASo/u66kv1ikCUo/s72-c/DSC02898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-3706304486826310308</id><published>2010-04-15T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:28:31.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valores: quem os têm?</title><content type='html'>Valores&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Câmbio&lt;br /&gt;Ações&lt;br /&gt;Dólares&lt;br /&gt;Euros&lt;br /&gt;Importações...&lt;br /&gt;Quem se importa?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais se têm ($)&lt;br /&gt;Mais se têm (medo)&lt;br /&gt;(senhas)&lt;br /&gt;Dúvidas...&lt;br /&gt;"Money talks?"&lt;br /&gt;To whom?&lt;br /&gt;Então, "pra que dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;se ela não me dá bola" (já cantava Martinho da Vila - e não era Vila Nova!!)&lt;br /&gt;E por aí se vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça um balanço de sua vida e torço pro resultado não ser:&lt;br /&gt;"Hipovalorização$" do seu tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Chute o balde. CHUTE MESMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite: Lua Nova em Áries!&lt;br /&gt;Dê o pontapé inicial ao novo projeto!! (Dica da Vivi, astróloga!)&lt;br /&gt;De vida, de clima, de ideia, de criatividade!!&lt;br /&gt;Camufle-se na vida e viva!!&lt;br /&gt;Concentre-se nos VALORES e não nos PREÇOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S8fGLY6pQcI/AAAAAAAAARs/sTHrpBLOKpo/s1600/DSC02487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S8fGLY6pQcI/AAAAAAAAARs/sTHrpBLOKpo/s320/DSC02487.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/521545398763512722-3706304486826310308?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3706304486826310308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=3706304486826310308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/3706304486826310308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/3706304486826310308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/04/valores-quem-os-tem.html' title='Valores: quem os têm?'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S8fGLY6pQcI/AAAAAAAAARs/sTHrpBLOKpo/s72-c/DSC02487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-7639890436597419727</id><published>2010-04-04T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:23:09.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para que EDUCAÇÃO AMBIENTAL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S7kMPENuFwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F6YorV3lA5w/s640/DSC02655.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mascarada em tambores coloridos de coleta seletiva ou em passeatas e gincanas ecológicas em comemoração &lt;u&gt;anual&lt;/u&gt; ao Dia da Árvore, a Educação Ambiental evolui e torna-se tão abrangente quanto a capacidade humana de criação e de ambição. Gandhi argumentava que a natureza é capaz de satisfazer todas as necessidades dos humanos, exceto a ambição. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mais tecnologias estão disponíveis para educar em massa sobre a necessidade do consumo de produtos supérfluos de curta durabilidade e para aquisição de equipamentos consumidores de energia e produtores de mais resíduos. Em tão pouco tempo tantas espécies foram extintas, diversas fontes de água pura secaram, tantas florestas estão “horizontalizadas” e a fome de todos não foi saciada, muito menos a sobrevivência de culturas anteriores foi garantida. A natureza não está mais acompanhando harmonicamente o processo de consumo do atual modelo de desenvolvimento (econômico) cuja velocidade está extrapolando o limite de segurança necessário para a manutenção das vidas e o que elas demandam. A necessidade de mudança do modelo de desenvolvimento não é somente do econômico para o sustentável, mas também de como alterar os padrões que definem a satisfação humana como cidadão, parte de uma sociedade ocupante de um espaço limitado com alguns recursos não-renováveis e outros renováveis dentro de um determinado tempo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dias (2004)&amp;nbsp;demonstra que um bebê americano consome o equivalente a 2 suecos, 13 brasileiros, 35 indianos ou 280 haitianos. A população de “bebês americanos” está aumentando, não somente nos Estados Unidos da América, mas também nos &lt;i&gt;shopping centers&lt;/i&gt; das cidades de qualquer país. A cultura faz parte do meio ambiente. Surge da forma de viver adquirida por um grupo de pessoas que utiliza um determinado espaço e os recursos nele disponíveis. A cooperação dos indivíduos do grupo é imprescindível para possibilitar a permanência das gerações. Essa cooperação necessita de normas de conduta e códigos de ética. Cria-se um sistema baseado em padrões de comportamento. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O aprendizado constante sobre “como se comportar no planeta” é a educação ambiental: motivar mudanças comportamentais necessárias para iniciar as novas ações de um modelo de desenvolvimento &lt;u&gt;humano&lt;/u&gt; (sustentável). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Qual o tempo que ainda resta para mobilizar essa reflexão e reajustar a qualidade de utilização do tempo de vida humana no planeta? As conseqüências de &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;tsunamis&lt;/i&gt;, enchentes ou secas, novos vírus e descobertas científicas traduzem a sensibilidade dos fios desta teia, que resiste. Até um determinado tempo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Para que ocorram mudanças de atitudes o indivíduo precisa perceber-se como parte integrante de um sistema/ambiente, que deve estar equilibrado para garantir sua existência. A conduta do indivíduo provoca intervenções que podem contribuir para o equilíbrio do sistema/ambiente ou ter efeito negativo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Portanto, a educação ambiental é motivadora na formação de valores no indivíduo para que este atue de forma responsável, através de sua conduta consciente para o equilíbrio de “todo” ambiente e assim, “saber ser” humano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;DIAS, Genebaldo Freire. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Educação Ambiental: &lt;/b&gt;princípios e práticas. 9. ed. São Paulo: Gaia, 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Legenda da foto: Rio Motucas, após forte chuva. Excelente trabalho da mata ciliar, replantada em maio de 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-7639890436597419727?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7639890436597419727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=7639890436597419727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/7639890436597419727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/7639890436597419727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-que-educacao-ambiental.html' title='Para que EDUCAÇÃO AMBIENTAL?'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S7kMPENuFwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F6YorV3lA5w/s72-c/DSC02655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-5940064489706260403</id><published>2010-03-29T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:08:22.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora do Planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S7ERG7MdRcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KRS7txHDfig/s1600/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S7ERG7MdRcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KRS7txHDfig/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454159434389210562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S7ERG7MdRcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KRS7txHDfig/s1600/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez por ano todos fazem um "alvoroço midiático" da tal "Hora do Planeta"...&lt;div&gt;Chega até a encher o saco. As pessoas apagam as luzes por uma hora e reclamam que não passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixam a bateria do laptop carregada pra não perder uma hora sem computador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim, sentem-se "colaboradores" da conservação planetária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas destas pessoas não usam a "Hora do Filho(a)", onde passariam uma hora conversando sobre o que está acontecendo na vida deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou a "Hora do Silêncio", onde se recolheriam no profundo de sua alma analisando seu desempenho como ser humano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou ainda a "Hora da alimentação saudável", onde  evitariam muitas embalagens e conservantes, corantes, acidulantes, aromatizantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passeatas com velas e estrelinhas de papel celofane (pra onde foi esse lixo depois?), produção de bandeirinhas, camisetas, adesivos, bottons, etc... em comemoração à "Hora do Planeta"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda bem que é só uma vez por ano... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma pena que não é um exercício diário de analisar o que realmente é necessário iluminar (ter, comprar, comer, usar, valorizar, ...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ideia da WWF é ótima. Parabéns aos que participaram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.horadoplaneta.org.br/participe.php"&gt;http://www.horadoplaneta.org.br/participe.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não acredite que só isso modificará o Planeta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faça mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faça agora!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Legenda foto: Arara domesticada. Atração turística. Bonito-MS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A "Hora do Planeta" tem muitos minutos e muitos fusos...&lt;/span&gt;&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/521545398763512722-5940064489706260403?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5940064489706260403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=5940064489706260403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/5940064489706260403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/5940064489706260403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/03/hora-do-planeta.html' title='Hora do Planeta'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S7ERG7MdRcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KRS7txHDfig/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-2214755687181794735</id><published>2010-03-23T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:01:23.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo sem internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser do tempo em que não existia internet (meu tempo, década de 70!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser do tempo que temos disponível e não temos internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser do tempo que gostaríamos de "dar" sem internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser... enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tirei um tempo (um tempinho) para o meu blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faz tempo que tento ter um tempo pra escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De tempos em tempos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S6kem-1IS_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pv_5EwFMzhc/s1600-h/nascente_sucuriweb_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S6kem-1IS_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pv_5EwFMzhc/s320/nascente_sucuriweb_.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451922478958398450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dando um tempo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nascente do Rio Sucuri&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bonito-MS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-2214755687181794735?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2214755687181794735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=2214755687181794735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/2214755687181794735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/2214755687181794735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempo-sem-internet.html' title='Tempo sem internet'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/S6kem-1IS_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pv_5EwFMzhc/s72-c/nascente_sucuriweb_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521545398763512722.post-8145112875721278590</id><published>2008-09-02T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:01:07.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da mata</title><content type='html'>são coisas da vida, do tempo, do olhar e de mim.&lt;br /&gt;São elos infindos na teia da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Então, salve as coisas da mata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/521545398763512722-8145112875721278590?l=coisasdamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8145112875721278590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=521545398763512722&amp;postID=8145112875721278590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/8145112875721278590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/521545398763512722/posts/default/8145112875721278590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdamata.blogspot.com/2008/09/coisas-da-mata.html' title='Coisas da mata'/><author><name>Izabela Pacheco Cardoso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FVGRHtX5WCw/Sn9GooX5NXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R-u4u7R-z70/S220/itatiaia_iza_rio.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
