<?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-1187852868312361063</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:32:08.540-02:00</updated><category term='Fotografia: Rotina Por Caio Alencastro.'/><title type='text'>Chá Filosófico</title><subtitle type='html'>A sociedade num mundo muito além do estereótipo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-8167761444056194968</id><published>2009-06-22T17:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:34:07.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência ou Ação: uma questão de escolha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-8167761444056194968?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/8167761444056194968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/8167761444056194968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2009/06/essencia-ou-acao-uma-questao-de-escolha.html' title='Essência ou Ação: uma questão de escolha?'/><author><name>chá filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949088346239103917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/Sj_BhaTqkeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3aO1Bimjdcs/S220/transfigura%C3%A7%C3%A3o..jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-1661595929828022112</id><published>2008-08-24T20:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:53:06.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/SLHlul59HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/7_qlt90Adh8/s1600-h/225465096_7f453cc4ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238220430220532786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/SLHlul59HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/7_qlt90Adh8/s400/225465096_7f453cc4ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dia 30 de agosto, vá comer o seu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grupo: João lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Leandro Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Marcela Caldas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Nicole Albuquerque&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/1187852868312361063-1661595929828022112?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/1661595929828022112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/1661595929828022112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2008/08/dia-30-de-agosto-v-comer-o-seu-grupo.html' title=''/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/SLHlul59HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/7_qlt90Adh8/s72-c/225465096_7f453cc4ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-4818419809502022710</id><published>2008-07-29T13:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:34:11.741-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia: Rotina Por Caio Alencastro.'/><title type='text'>Pegadas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SI83DqK2hII/AAAAAAAAAA0/TxHvKjJdr74/s1600-h/caio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228458228399375490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SI83DqK2hII/AAAAAAAAAA0/TxHvKjJdr74/s320/caio2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os cálidos olhos do meu bem me convidam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[- Vem comigo para lugar nenhum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma quietude me satisfaz a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como flutuo em espirais coloridos...&lt;br /&gt;E as aéreas canções de amor me vêm em mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esbanjo idéias e,&lt;br /&gt;Conto estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Leio verdades alheias,&lt;br /&gt;Choro com luas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo redescubro-me dentro das possibilidades que aquele me oferece,&lt;br /&gt;[e as exploro.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfigurando-me o pensar, o ver e o sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cativa-me o cochilo repentino e cansado.&lt;br /&gt;Um ronco breve, de quem foi ao trabalho&lt;br /&gt;[e o trabalho durante o dia.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E o braço pesando sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou caminhar no lugar de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre deixou de ser sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acalentados no abraço de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;Transportando-me á sinestesias constantes.&lt;br /&gt;Arrebatar meus antigos conceitos é estar ao lado dele.&lt;br /&gt;O onírico é nossa cara.&lt;br /&gt;E o café? Está na mesa!&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/1187852868312361063-4818419809502022710?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/4818419809502022710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/4818419809502022710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2008/07/pegadas.html' title='Pegadas.'/><author><name>chá filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949088346239103917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/Sj_BhaTqkeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3aO1Bimjdcs/S220/transfigura%C3%A7%C3%A3o..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SI83DqK2hII/AAAAAAAAAA0/TxHvKjJdr74/s72-c/caio2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-5039963718337195151</id><published>2008-07-18T20:10:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:18:27.535-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o Underground e o cinemão, eu fico com os dois.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SIEVcPFcckI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hrTYzkJaQ5Q/s1600-h/glauber..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224480617556374082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SIEVcPFcckI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hrTYzkJaQ5Q/s320/glauber..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vanguarda da intelectualidade Brasileira é colonizada pela ideologia norte-americana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-5039963718337195151?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/5039963718337195151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/5039963718337195151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2008/07/entre-o-underground-e-o-cinemo-eu-fico.html' title='Entre o Underground e o cinemão, eu fico com os dois.'/><author><name>chá filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949088346239103917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/Sj_BhaTqkeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3aO1Bimjdcs/S220/transfigura%C3%A7%C3%A3o..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SIEVcPFcckI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hrTYzkJaQ5Q/s72-c/glauber..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-4709206917338599770</id><published>2008-06-30T19:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:33:07.338-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E... O que é o Belo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SGlOkqcDrbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/90SN8lD128I/s1600-h/424175658_167084_diane-arbus_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217788035059658162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SGlOkqcDrbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/90SN8lD128I/s320/424175658_167084_diane-arbus_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;A expressão exposta pela fotógrafa novaiorquina, Diane Arbus, perpassa as passarelas e anoréxicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Beleza é singeleza personificada. É valsa de corpos transgressores. É força latente na voz, ainda que silenciada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;É ARTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;E o Chá volta morninho, experimente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-4709206917338599770?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/4709206917338599770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/4709206917338599770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-o-que-o-belo.html' title='E... O que é o Belo?'/><author><name>chá filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949088346239103917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/Sj_BhaTqkeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3aO1Bimjdcs/S220/transfigura%C3%A7%C3%A3o..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v8XM7-UG36U/SGlOkqcDrbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/90SN8lD128I/s72-c/424175658_167084_diane-arbus_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-1465348671481744589</id><published>2008-01-25T13:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:35:13.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/R5oA1qXK4WI/AAAAAAAAACA/1yy6Edh6x2M/s1600-h/monastÃ©rio+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159437245010862434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/R5oA1qXK4WI/AAAAAAAAACA/1yy6Edh6x2M/s400/monast%C3%A9rio+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde está você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Te saudo nobre humanóide,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho o nome que escolheres, chame-me do que lhe agradar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Venha quando quiser, ache a si mesmo, afinal, a que definição você pertence hoje?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobre agnóstico, onde está você?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-1465348671481744589?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/1465348671481744589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/1465348671481744589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2008/01/onde-est-voc-te-saudo-nobre-humanide.html' title=''/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/R5oA1qXK4WI/AAAAAAAAACA/1yy6Edh6x2M/s72-c/monast%C3%A9rio+(10).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-34303239469077421</id><published>2007-10-24T18:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:43:13.395-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125005866829387746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/Rx-trrQol-I/AAAAAAAAABw/NkOlipYQA38/s400/1143315660_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triste Bahia- 1972- Transa, Caetano Veloso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...Triste, oh, quão dessemelhante, triste&lt;br /&gt;Pastinha já foi à África&lt;br /&gt;Pastinha já foi à África&lt;br /&gt;Pra mostrar capoeira do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Eu já vivo tão cansado&lt;br /&gt;De viver aqui na Terra&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe, eu vou pra lua&lt;br /&gt;Eu mais a minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer um ranchinho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo feito de sapê, minha mãe eu vou pra lua&lt;br /&gt;E seja o que Deus quiser&lt;br /&gt;Triste, oh, quão dessemelhanteê, ô, galo canta&lt;br /&gt;O galo cantou, camaráê, cocorocô, ê cocorocô, camaráê,&lt;br /&gt;vamo-nos embora,&lt;br /&gt;ê vamo-nos embora camaráê,&lt;br /&gt;pelo mundo afora,&lt;br /&gt;ê pelo mundo afora camaráê,&lt;br /&gt;triste Bahia,&lt;br /&gt;ê, triste Bahia, camará&lt;br /&gt;Bandeira branca enfiada em pau forte…Afoxé leî, leî, leô…&lt;br /&gt;Bandeira branca, bandeira branca enfiada em pau forte…&lt;br /&gt;O vapor da cachoeira não navega mais no mar…Triste Recôncavo, oh, quão dessemelhante&lt;br /&gt;Maria pegue o mato é hora…Arriba a saia e vamo-nos embora…&lt;br /&gt;Pé dentro, pé fora, quem tiver pé pequeno vai embora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom chá&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/1187852868312361063-34303239469077421?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/34303239469077421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/34303239469077421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2007/10/triste-bahia.html' title=''/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/Rx-trrQol-I/AAAAAAAAABw/NkOlipYQA38/s72-c/1143315660_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-5242962010484995032</id><published>2007-08-19T12:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:09:52.991-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quisera Ver O Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RshXcI5DvOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ncwp97Ma9mM/s1600-h/ATgAAABKw2LirEfDGAZfv0DCThyZSNuz60qHbrFmyRciWgKxHn9J3jL-TaDyM1uyKhF2_coeGzuiH-poFyvHI7RtQly7AJtU9VBwZvhEPPcZQukcyKiGrHqL-i3YgQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100422718931844322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RshXcI5DvOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ncwp97Ma9mM/s400/ATgAAABKw2LirEfDGAZfv0DCThyZSNuz60qHbrFmyRciWgKxHn9J3jL-TaDyM1uyKhF2_coeGzuiH-poFyvHI7RtQly7AJtU9VBwZvhEPPcZQukcyKiGrHqL-i3YgQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EU QUISERA VER O MUNDO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sentir&lt;/span&gt;, sob a forma, as formas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os segredos da matéria,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais a textura dos sonhos de que se forma o real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ver &lt;/span&gt;a vida em plenitude &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e em seu mistério mais alto;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decifrar a linha, a sombra, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mensagem não ouvida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas que palpita na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quisera&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt; os olhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ue assim penetram o arcano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o tornam (poder da imagem) um conhecimento humano."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C. Drummond&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos ver logo alí nosso belo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois se nosso saber hoje, limita-se aos dados, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamos então abrir a janela, caminhar no marco (zero), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;violentar de vez nossos conceitos de realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom chá... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1187852868312361063-5242962010484995032?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/5242962010484995032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/5242962010484995032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-quisera-ver-o-mundo.html' title='Quisera Ver O Mundo'/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RshXcI5DvOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ncwp97Ma9mM/s72-c/ATgAAABKw2LirEfDGAZfv0DCThyZSNuz60qHbrFmyRciWgKxHn9J3jL-TaDyM1uyKhF2_coeGzuiH-poFyvHI7RtQly7AJtU9VBwZvhEPPcZQukcyKiGrHqL-i3YgQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-5602416532126529538</id><published>2007-06-29T16:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:03:25.046-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atenção, Atenção! As tendências atuais:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RoVPAJFUS4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eZKe4MZnyeg/s1600-h/atatoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081554618414287746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RoVPAJFUS4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eZKe4MZnyeg/s400/atatoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fashion, o bonito, por vezes têm outros olhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoritarismo, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Felonia, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Futilidade, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Desmatamento, Queimadas, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Preconceito, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Mal caratismo, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Corrupção, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Egoísmo, tá na moda ("sempre esteve").&lt;br /&gt;Violência, tá na moda (" e em alta!")&lt;br /&gt;Fome, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;"E olhe que eles mencionaram um tal de fome zero (risos)"&lt;br /&gt;Filhinhos de papai, ou melhor "crianças universitárias", agredirem trabalhadoras por mero passatempo, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;Inveja, tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;A não solidariedade, tá na moda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valores: R$ Um pouco de raiva e cara de pau. (risos)&lt;br /&gt;Disponibilidade no mercado:&lt;br /&gt;Na rua, na cidade, no estado, no governo, em casa, nos "amigos", no país.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se engane, na França e na Inglaterra estas tendências também já chegaram às passarelas.&lt;br /&gt;E quando tantos usam Armani têm memória fraca, se esquecendo dos verdadeiros valores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E AÍ VAI USAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bom chá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-5602416532126529538?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/5602416532126529538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/5602416532126529538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2007/06/ateno-ateno-as-tendncias-atuais.html' title='Atenção, Atenção! As tendências atuais:'/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RoVPAJFUS4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eZKe4MZnyeg/s72-c/atatoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-1027576737431095903</id><published>2007-06-14T19:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:53:20.423-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalidade Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RnG4cs8C6dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_pncYiOcOuQ/s1600-h/fotos-colegio+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076041058262116818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RnG4cs8C6dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_pncYiOcOuQ/s400/fotos-colegio+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RnG4RM8C6cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/po-ElTL19og/s1600-h/fotos-colegio+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076040860693621186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RnG4RM8C6cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/po-ElTL19og/s400/fotos-colegio+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RnG20s8C6bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V_80kkhvQBw/s1600-h/p+post.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RnG10s8C6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uti6uJzeTms/s1600-h/ATgAAADPJdqb_NM0hLLDySQAq3mO8Y-OAIDPduiYlncTrAlWVpIZaDBu49rpTG_auL8Hkr1xoLsSh2AcpdoNOP3-s6r8AJtU9VAbtUH8AWhlLSl6T-6n_mmlBeltbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entrevista a André Carneiro, historiador, professor há oito anos, sete no colégio Bureau Jurídico, BJ, comentada por João Neves, físico e também professor há sete anos, cinco no BJ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;André, por que a história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Na verdade essa escolha foi bem difícil, até por que eu era e sou até hoje apaixonado pela matemática, mas a história é livre... nela há “lacunas” onde se pode colocar o seu desejo, a sua opinião.&lt;br /&gt;É onde posso ser mais livre no caminhar; onde a totalidade não existe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E por que ensinar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C.- “Vem de berço, sou neto e filho de professor então há um encantamento pela profissão. Além disso, é uma forma de contribuir para sociedade não esquecendo que isso exige muita responsabilidade por estar influenciando na vida das pessoas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Neves – “Já para mim foi bem por acaso. Fiz bacharelado. Eu ia ser cientista, mas um dia precisei substituir um amigo; acabei gostando.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É necessário ser um personagem dentro da sala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C.- “Não. Eu vejo que a sala está subordinada a uma limitação, então procuro valorizar o tempo e descontrair também. Toda vez que entro em sala penso em como EU gostaria de ver esse assunto.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N.- “ Acho que não. Tudo deve ser natural, eu mesmo quando entro em sala me divirto muito, também a física é linda de mais!” (risos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os tempos de escola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C.- “Ixi! Bem, até a oitava série era bem discreto, mas no ensino médio comecei a estudar mais. O detalhe é quanto mais eu estudava mais baixas eram minhas notas!”(risos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N.- “Eu? ‘Aff Maria!’ Era um pentelho, só estudava física e matemática, mas sei que foi errado.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje você se considera analfabeto funcional em alguma disciplina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C.- “Acho que em biologia.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N- “Hum... em biologia”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como esta sendo o “André pai”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C.- “ Ainda não está como quero. Porém, aposto nos momentos, na qualidade, na intensidade destes com a minha família, o tempo é sempre contado, limita fazer o que gosta; acho que tenho que mudar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você espera que alguma de suas filhas seja uma historiadora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.C.- “Não. Não espero profissão, espero um bom profissional, responsável.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo em vários alunos exemplos, de competência, de esforço, e desejo isso para as minhas filhas. Eu aprendo cada dia mais com os meus alunos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é um dia de 30 horas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span &gt;.C.- “ Muito louco! O pior é que os sábados e domingos também tem 30 horas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N.- “ Sufocante! A gente trabalha até mais em casa do que no colégio”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como você reage diante de uma injustiça, uma trapaça, no âmbito profissional?&lt;br /&gt;É possível então criar amizades verdadeiras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C- “Quando eu perco a paciência eu me calo, é isso o que faço, silencio, tento driblar a situação.&lt;br /&gt;Em relação à amizade dá sim! Tenho vários amigos hoje, mas sei que o vínculo não é apenas estar perto”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N.- “ Já vi esse tipo de coisa algumas vezes. Fico na minha.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos? Aqui, Geovane, André, Vasco e Albino só para ele não ficar com ciúmes!”(risos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que você têm escutado ultimamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C- “ Aviões do Forró, Roupa Nova, J Quest, Bruno e Marrone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N.- “ Luiz Gonzaga e todo domingo Maria Betânea enquanto cozinho.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C.- “ Trabalhadores do Mar, Tempos Flamencos, A Manipulação das Massas através da Política, e Deus é Inocente a Imprensa Não.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N.- “ O Homem que Fazia Chover e Retrato de Dorian Gray.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defina amor em uma frase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.C.- “ O amor é encontrar nos olhos do outro o cheiro do orvalho da manhã.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N.- “ Amor é entrega.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Marcela Caldas e Marília Meireles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Bom chá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-1027576737431095903?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/1027576737431095903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/1027576737431095903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2007/06/personalidade-professor.html' title='Personalidade Professor'/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RnG4cs8C6dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_pncYiOcOuQ/s72-c/fotos-colegio+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-6197644266750208112</id><published>2007-06-02T14:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:01:04.298-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RmGvS5ixJEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kUHzQBoVaik/s1600-h/DSC07324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071527394615043138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RmGvS5ixJEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kUHzQBoVaik/s320/DSC07324.JPG" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Meninas Dos Jardins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...cato no chão migalhas do banquete dos que comem&lt;br /&gt;o que que houve eu nunca mais ouvi&lt;br /&gt;chamar meu nome&lt;br /&gt;a rua é reta a vida é torta&lt;br /&gt;quem se importa&lt;br /&gt;se eu vou morrer de sede ou se eu vou morrer de fome&lt;br /&gt;o sol nas bancas de revista e na capa da revista&lt;br /&gt;sombra grana e água fresca&lt;br /&gt;vejo novos ricos vejo velhos pobres&lt;br /&gt;não vi ninguém abrir a boca&lt;br /&gt;mas ouvi o grito&lt;br /&gt;deus misericórdia de nossa miséria&lt;br /&gt;caravela de cabral&lt;br /&gt;morte e vida severina..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Menininhas com suas chagas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Peocupadas com seu reflexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Delineador, pó, base, rímel e lápis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não notam o redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A verdadeira beleza não se compra em revista da Avon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E não se fabrica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nem se maqueia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ela nasce pronta assim como a natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje, com "buracos na pele"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Precisando de uma grande "plástica reparadora"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E quem vai pagar o preço dessa cirurgia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Futuras gerações, (caso existam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bom Chá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-6197644266750208112?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/6197644266750208112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/6197644266750208112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-meninas-dos-jardins.html' title=''/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ctLTn4Un3A/RmGvS5ixJEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kUHzQBoVaik/s72-c/DSC07324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187852868312361063.post-3552272741990137561</id><published>2007-05-13T22:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:45:51.033-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A ponte- Lenine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como é que faz pra lavar a roupa?Vai na fonte, vai na fonte&lt;br /&gt;Como é que faz pra raiar o dia?No horizonte, no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Este lugar é uma maravilha&lt;br /&gt;Mas como é que faz pra sair da ilha?Pela ponte, pela ponte&lt;br /&gt;A ponte não é de concreto, não é de ferro&lt;br /&gt;Não é de cimento&lt;br /&gt;A ponte é até onde vai o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;A ponte não é para ir nem pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;A ponte é somente pra atravessar&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar sobre as águas desse momento&lt;br /&gt;A ponte nem tem que sair do lugar&lt;br /&gt;Aponte pra onde quiser&lt;br /&gt;A ponte é o abraço do braço do mar com a mão da maré&lt;br /&gt;A ponte não é para ir nem pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;A ponte é somente pra atravessar&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar sobre as águas desse momento.&lt;br /&gt;Nagô, nagô, na Golden Gate..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não saberíamos pensar na definição certa do Recife. Dar-se-ia essa por uma letra de música? Ou por parte dela? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seria pequeno de mais pensar em uma Recife definida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cidade linda, início de uma nação, com seu formato "sol que surge das águas do mar", com suas revoltas, seu cais. Manguetown, mais comumente conhecida e imortalizada por nosso Science, tanto com críticas sociais como com a multiculturalidade dessa "maior das cidades pequenas", cantada ao som do batuque do maracatu e de sua excentricidade marcante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até seu cheiro é único. Recife de música, de correria, de engarrafamento, de enchentes, de projetos, de calor humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece ter dupla personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;É incrível acordar aqui, sentir o sol forte, poder ter orgulho do patrimônio imaterial nacional; o frevo. Andar por suas pontes, ser pernambucano...&lt;br /&gt;Assim como é incrível, quase inacreditável, continuar andando e ver sua poluição, suas crianças, e os nem tão jovens, nas ruas correndo com a carteira furtada na mão, o descaso nas paredes, nos muros, ler sobre o ranking de mortes por agressão a mulheres e o resto que não foge aos problemas de qualquer outra metrópole....&lt;br /&gt;Mas haja paradoxos! " Oxe"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal:&lt;br /&gt;O que é Recife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Chá pra você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1187852868312361063-3552272741990137561?l=chafilosofico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/3552272741990137561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1187852868312361063/posts/default/3552272741990137561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chafilosofico.blogspot.com/2007/05/ponte-lenine-como-que-faz-pra-lavar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chá Filosófico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08875041368028822377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
