<?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-3503393014489255441</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:54:25.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Janelando</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-5269676402455100950</id><published>2009-06-01T17:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:01:57.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhando com outros olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SiRA5c1i_jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_0-UtaCMZ-c/s1600-h/ponto_de_vista_2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342466413705756210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SiRA5c1i_jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_0-UtaCMZ-c/s320/ponto_de_vista_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca saimos de uma experiência como entramos. Algumas pessoas optam por continuar, outras por parar. No meu caso, optei por continuar. Não tenho mais como olhar o mundo com outros olhar a não os da Semiótica. Um mundo que nem tudo na verdade é o que parece ser. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, nada de despedidas!!! Todas as minhas postagens terão uma análise semiótica por trás. Continue acompanhando meu blog, e olhando com outros olhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Au revoir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3503393014489255441-5269676402455100950?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/5269676402455100950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=5269676402455100950' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5269676402455100950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5269676402455100950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/06/olhando-com-outros-olhos.html' title='Olhando com outros olhos'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SiRA5c1i_jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_0-UtaCMZ-c/s72-c/ponto_de_vista_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-6219674061216951841</id><published>2009-05-29T17:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:35:01.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SiBG75j1PsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/scgUO1K1ays/s1600-h/Semi%C3%B3tica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341347152938745538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SiBG75j1PsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/scgUO1K1ays/s320/Semi%C3%B3tica.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;“A gente pensa uma coisa, acaba escrevendo outra e o leitor entende uma terceira e, enquanto se passa tudo isso, a coisa propriamente dita começa a desconfiar que não foi propriamente dita.” Mário Quintana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tudo isso é análise semiótica, meu caro Quintana...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-6219674061216951841?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/6219674061216951841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=6219674061216951841' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/6219674061216951841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/6219674061216951841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/gente-pensa-uma-coisa-acaba-escrevendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SiBG75j1PsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/scgUO1K1ays/s72-c/Semi%C3%B3tica.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-8277770927320567011</id><published>2009-05-27T21:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:04:35.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você espera acontecer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sh3cgwjF5EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WCq6AWGRFF0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340667188477289538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sh3cgwjF5EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WCq6AWGRFF0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “Algumas pessoas fazem acontecer. Algumas pessoas olham as coisas acontecerem. Algumas perguntam o que aconteceu.” Anônimo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;... Outras nem sabem que aconteceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-8277770927320567011?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/8277770927320567011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=8277770927320567011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/8277770927320567011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/8277770927320567011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-espera-acontece.html' title='Você espera acontecer?'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sh3cgwjF5EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WCq6AWGRFF0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-7496044893191824118</id><published>2009-05-27T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:34:20.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Além do que se vê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sh3bu52aXcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ysayl-7gF2A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340666331980783042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sh3bu52aXcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ysayl-7gF2A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “Dois homens olham através das mesmas barras: um vê as barras; o outro, as estrelas.” Frederick Langbridge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E você, o que vê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-7496044893191824118?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/7496044893191824118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=7496044893191824118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7496044893191824118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7496044893191824118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/alem-do-que-se-ve.html' title='Além do que se vê'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sh3bu52aXcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ysayl-7gF2A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-9036668774711487355</id><published>2009-05-25T13:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:38:04.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-509d18e468f6f396" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D509d18e468f6f396%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330091023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70D6948E93844A2625231F58A929FAF2E4DC92C3.3F6E57A05F08F1C31E50F80A5D70B5D9BB587E1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D509d18e468f6f396%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3_JW4WjFHfMrUm_o1kFDDuaCMeo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D509d18e468f6f396%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330091023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70D6948E93844A2625231F58A929FAF2E4DC92C3.3F6E57A05F08F1C31E50F80A5D70B5D9BB587E1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D509d18e468f6f396%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3_JW4WjFHfMrUm_o1kFDDuaCMeo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando os sinos dobram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca se vence uma guerra lutando sozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cê sabe que a gente precisa entrar em contato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com toda essa força contida e que vive guardada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O eco de suas palavras não repercutem em nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sempre mais fácil achar que a culpa é do outro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evita o aperto de mão de um possível aliado, é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convence as paredes do quarto, e dorme tranqüilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabendo no fundo do peito que não era nada daquilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coragem, coragem, se o que você quer é aquilo que pensa e faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coragem, coragem, eu sei que você pode mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sempre mais fácil achar que a culpa é do outro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evita o aperto de mão de um possível aliado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convence as paredes do quarto, e dorme tranqüilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabendo no fundo do peito que não era nada daquilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coragem, coragem, se o que você quer é aquilo que pensa e faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coragem, coragem, eu sei que você pode mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-9036668774711487355?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=509d18e468f6f396&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/9036668774711487355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=9036668774711487355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/9036668774711487355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/9036668774711487355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/nunca-se-vence-uma-guerra-lutando.html' title=''/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-7629646961810782711</id><published>2009-05-22T19:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:48:28.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ligação direta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338780655360669026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShcouFB_9WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0CNdytXvbwA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Não me ajeito com os padres, os críticos e os canudinhos de refresco: não há nada que substitua o sabor da comunicação direta.” Mário Quintana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não existe nada melhor do que uma ligação direta. Não precisamos de intermediários na nossa vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3503393014489255441-7629646961810782711?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/7629646961810782711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=7629646961810782711' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7629646961810782711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7629646961810782711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/ligacao-direta.html' title='Ligação direta'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShcouFB_9WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0CNdytXvbwA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-1130380430113303158</id><published>2009-05-20T20:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:12:27.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338047216778016146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSNqVZQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4GXfnBA15CM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existe coisa mais sábia do que tirar as pedras do nosso caminho e no lugar delas plantar flores?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mãos à obra...vamos plantar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!&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/3503393014489255441-1130380430113303158?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/1130380430113303158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=1130380430113303158' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1130380430113303158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1130380430113303158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/existe-coisa-mais-sabia-do-que-tirar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSNqVZQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4GXfnBA15CM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-5452582784178122373</id><published>2009-05-20T19:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:26:16.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapo nosso de cada dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSJn3T9MkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oFRFa6c9x70/s1600-h/engole_sapo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338042776296436290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSJn3T9MkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oFRFa6c9x70/s320/engole_sapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Como genuínos brasileiros assalariados, todo dia é dia de engolir sapo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-5452582784178122373?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/5452582784178122373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=5452582784178122373' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5452582784178122373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5452582784178122373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/sapo-nosso-de-cada-dia.html' title='Sapo nosso de cada dia'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSJn3T9MkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oFRFa6c9x70/s72-c/engole_sapo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-5738409452322181469</id><published>2009-05-20T19:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:38:39.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A beleza dos dias de chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSCGD3BsKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DpA-mM430SM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338034498967810210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSCGD3BsKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DpA-mM430SM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anica.com.br/"&gt;http://www.anica.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ultimamente temos olhado a chuva com maus olhos. Talvez seja por conta do caus que se encontra a nossa cidade. Mas o que não devemos esquecer é que a chuva é um fenômeno belissimo da natureza, que limpa o que está sujo e lava a nossa alma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que tal olharmos a chuva com outros olhos e observamos quanta coisa bonita aparece com a chegada dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-5738409452322181469?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/5738409452322181469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=5738409452322181469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5738409452322181469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5738409452322181469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/beleza-dos-dias-de-chuva.html' title='A beleza dos dias de chuva'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShSCGD3BsKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DpA-mM430SM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-2700048528689860711</id><published>2009-05-19T15:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:41:31.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhores dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShL-PqwybuI/AAAAAAAAADw/2gmRC4GkBDk/s1600-h/DSC07190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337608053517872866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShL-PqwybuI/AAAAAAAAADw/2gmRC4GkBDk/s320/DSC07190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/3503393014489255441-2700048528689860711?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/2700048528689860711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/2700048528689860711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/melhores-dias.html' title='Melhores dias'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/ShL-PqwybuI/AAAAAAAAADw/2gmRC4GkBDk/s72-c/DSC07190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-5042671769518208665</id><published>2009-05-15T13:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:16:20.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leveza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sg2Z-mKa09I/AAAAAAAAADo/EM8jMtczwPs/s1600-h/2138736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336090434179093458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sg2Z-mKa09I/AAAAAAAAADo/EM8jMtczwPs/s320/2138736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bárbara Raso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Além da leveza e vida traduzidas nessa imagem, não pude deixar passar despercebida a alegria transmitida pelo contraste das cores, e a serenidade no semblante da criança.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça a sua análise semiótica!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-5042671769518208665?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5042671769518208665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5042671769518208665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/leveza.html' title='Leveza'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sg2Z-mKa09I/AAAAAAAAADo/EM8jMtczwPs/s72-c/2138736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-3793208947770926272</id><published>2009-05-15T13:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:10:38.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você tem fome de quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sg2UfYU6ICI/AAAAAAAAADg/TU2IjYF6CVg/s1600-h/2669240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336084400330907682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sg2UfYU6ICI/AAAAAAAAADg/TU2IjYF6CVg/s320/2669240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mesmo com o prato de comida na mão, pude ir além da fome que ela poderia estar sentindo no momento registrado pelo fotografo. Essa criança como muitas outras vivem em completo estado de miséria, carentes não apenas de comida. Precisam de uma moradia decente, alimentação, e principalmente atenção por parte dos nossos governantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Agora é a sua vez! O que você vê nessa foto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-3793208947770926272?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/3793208947770926272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/3793208947770926272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-tem-fome-de-que.html' title='Você tem fome de quê?'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sg2UfYU6ICI/AAAAAAAAADg/TU2IjYF6CVg/s72-c/2669240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-3977741691217885434</id><published>2009-05-13T19:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:15:33.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sou invisivel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SgtP-co40ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/cogEzB7BdDA/s1600-h/1175609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335446117808656786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SgtP-co40ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/cogEzB7BdDA/s320/1175609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SgtO1i4_WCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RCgtYcieMvg/s1600-h/Diferente6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantos meninos com esse mesmo olhar você viu hoje? Essa mesma pergunta me fiz, e a minha resposta acredito que não seja diferente da sua. Essa crianças são invisíveis aos nossos olhos. Fazemos de conta que elas não existem, e só prestamos atenção na existência delas quando fotógrafos de extrema sensibilidade se propõem a nos mostrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3503393014489255441-3977741691217885434?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/3977741691217885434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/3977741691217885434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/pecado-n-1.html' title='Não sou invisivel!'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SgtP-co40ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/cogEzB7BdDA/s72-c/1175609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-7621711261362874576</id><published>2009-05-12T21:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:35:09.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SgoTARpSGRI/AAAAAAAAADI/p4TLY_xVmjI/s1600-h/3433141712_865b846041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335097604031256850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SgoTARpSGRI/AAAAAAAAADI/p4TLY_xVmjI/s320/3433141712_865b846041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-7621711261362874576?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7621711261362874576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7621711261362874576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/longa-caminhada.html' title='&quot;Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual&quot;'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SgoTARpSGRI/AAAAAAAAADI/p4TLY_xVmjI/s72-c/3433141712_865b846041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-2706446440980909872</id><published>2009-05-11T20:35:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:49:22.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito além do Dia das Mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sgi2acBGKLI/AAAAAAAAADA/_OXYJx_EppY/s1600-h/366869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334714323933997234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sgi2acBGKLI/AAAAAAAAADA/_OXYJx_EppY/s320/366869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhando a beleza dessa imagem podemos dimensionar a importância e o significado da palavra mãe...muito além do que um único dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/strong&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/3503393014489255441-2706446440980909872?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/2706446440980909872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/2706446440980909872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/olhares.html' title='Muito além do Dia das Mães'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sgi2acBGKLI/AAAAAAAAADA/_OXYJx_EppY/s72-c/366869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-1515683866350895873</id><published>2009-05-11T14:45:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:40:40.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semiótica - Mudando o rumo da prosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queridos leitores, informo que o blog terá uma nova proposta. Isso mesmo! Agora postarei  fotografias baseadas nas minhas análises semióticas diárias. Essas postagens ocorrerão durante todo o mês de Maio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que continuem acompanhando o Janelando, deixando as suas impressões. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;* Semiótica:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Língua grega" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/LÃ&amp;shy;ngua_grega"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; semeiotiké ou "a arte dos sinais") é a ciência geral dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Signo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;signos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; e da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Semiose" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semiose"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;semiose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; que estuda todos os fenômenos culturais como se fossem sistemas sígnicos, isto é, sistemas de significação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-1515683866350895873?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1515683866350895873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1515683866350895873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/05/semiotica-mudando-o-rumo-da-prosa.html' title='Semiótica - Mudando o rumo da prosa'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-936995685515373093</id><published>2009-04-22T16:12:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:18:12.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A culpa não é da chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Se-XKfHg0xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ltAR1G_jXoc/s1600-h/chuvaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327643090610082578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Se-XKfHg0xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ltAR1G_jXoc/s320/chuvaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesses dias chuvosos não existe um tema melhor para ser abordado do que a chuva que caí em nossa "cidade sol". Na verdade, não é bem o fenômeno da natureza que será citado aqui, mas o transtorno que ele tem causado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que deveria ser uma benção por aliviar o calor, se torna um súplicio para aqueles que não se prepararam para a chegada da chuva. Sem falar que todos os anos assistimos as mesmas cenas: Ruas alagadas, trânsito infernal, deslizamentos de encostas, por consequência pessoas desabrigadas e outras perdendo a vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que tanto os governantes quanto a população acabam acreditando no marketing de turismo que diz "Aqui faz sol o ano inteiro". Deixam de lado os reparos e melhorias para enfrentar os tempos chuvosos, constróem casas nas encostas, e suplicam para que São Pedro também acredite no slogan feito para atrair turistas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O caos em Salvador não é culpa da chuva, e sim culpa de todos nós que não temos a cultura da prevenção. Isso me faz lembrar da "fábula da formiga e a cigarra" de La Fontaine. Nesse caso, sómos a cigarra, que ao invés de nos prepararmos para o inverno, ficamos atrás do trio elétrico e aproveitando o sol do verão. Que tal mudarmos de papel e nos tornarmos a formiga?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3503393014489255441-936995685515373093?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/936995685515373093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=936995685515373093' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/936995685515373093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/936995685515373093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/04/chove-chuva.html' title='A culpa não é da chuva'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Se-XKfHg0xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ltAR1G_jXoc/s72-c/chuvaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-1310970782493700223</id><published>2009-04-03T19:30:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:47:16.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pós morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SdaWeL482ZI/AAAAAAAAACo/FbsRPsYhwbQ/s1600-h/Clodovil_hernandes_-_15-05-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320605455116720530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SdaWeL482ZI/AAAAAAAAACo/FbsRPsYhwbQ/s320/Clodovil_hernandes_-_15-05-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Após a morte do deputado, ex-apresentador de televisão e estilista Clodovil Hernandez, não se falou de outra coisa a não ser sobre a sua trajetória polêmica, tanto em Brasília quanto nas emissoras em que trabalhou. Mas cá entre nós, não foi só de mexericos e meia dúzia de palavras venenosas que ele deixou como herança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dia 24 de março foi aprovado o projeto de lei de autoria do deputado Clodovil, que permite a adoção do sobrenome do padrasto ou da madrasta na certidão de nascimento do enteado, após pedido do mesmo ao juiz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A aprovação da lei foi a forma que o senado encontrou para homenagear essa figura singular, porém desafeto de muitos. Será que se o Clodovil Hernandez estivesse vivo, o projeto sairia do papel? Tenho minhas dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Clodovil sempre deixou claro em suas entrevistas que o papel dele dentro da câmara dos deputados era de defender os direitos das famílias, mas esse lado de Clô nunca foi explorado pela mídia. Talvez desse mais ibope o lado boca maldita e escrachado do que um Clodovil estilo light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3503393014489255441-1310970782493700223?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/1310970782493700223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=1310970782493700223' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1310970782493700223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1310970782493700223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/04/pos-morte.html' title='Pós morte'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SdaWeL482ZI/AAAAAAAAACo/FbsRPsYhwbQ/s72-c/Clodovil_hernandes_-_15-05-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-5316804149185027159</id><published>2009-03-27T16:01:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:50:23.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia chegaremos lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sc0rhSBghqI/AAAAAAAAABo/8w9-RU5EMz0/s1600-h/casal-de-idosos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317954585768265378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sc0rhSBghqI/AAAAAAAAABo/8w9-RU5EMz0/s320/casal-de-idosos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia todos nós chegaremos à velhice, mas muita gente acaba esquecendo disso, sem dó, nem compaixão, cometem violência contra os idosos. Alguns casos chegam ao nosso conhecimento através da mídia, e vários outros ficam no anonimato. Apesar de existir um estatuto que protege os idosos e todos terem conhecimento da existência dele, não inibe a crueldade cometida contra essas pessoas indefesas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dos fatores que contribue para o aumento da violência é a falta de estrutura de algumas famílias no que diz respeito ao cuidado desses idosos. Familiares alegam, muitas vezes, não terem condições de cuidar, tão pouco de pagar um asilo decente, com bons profissionais e terminam por contratar cuidadores (pessoas capacitadas para cuidar de idosos) sem experiência, nem referência de outros lugares onde trabalharam. É aí que mora o perigo. Os maus tratos acontecem, podendo levar até a óbito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto não nos conscientizarmos da importância que os idosos tem em nossas vidas e de que é necessário uma atenção especial para com eles, esse tipo de violência continuará acontecendo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O idoso não é um móvel dentro da nossa casa, não é uma coisa ou objeto descartável. Se faz necessário uma reflexão mais séria sobre a velhice. Afinal de contas, um dia todos nós chegaremos lá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3503393014489255441-5316804149185027159?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/5316804149185027159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=5316804149185027159' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5316804149185027159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/5316804149185027159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-dia-todos-nos-chegaremos-velhice-mas.html' title='Um dia chegaremos lá'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sc0rhSBghqI/AAAAAAAAABo/8w9-RU5EMz0/s72-c/casal-de-idosos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-7851867810872728075</id><published>2009-03-24T19:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:51:41.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem educa, apanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316897036839192642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sclpr1QgiEI/AAAAAAAAABg/lLx6zZIP328/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Essa semana resolvi abordar um tema que tem me deixado revoltada: A violência contra professores. Tenho lido algumas matérias e visto alguns noticiários a esse respeito. Para minha surpresa esse tipo de violência tem crescido de forma estúpida.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das matérias que mais me chamou atenção foi a de um aluno de 13 anos de idade, que agrediu a socos, mordidas e pontapés a professora de educação física dentro da sala de aula, em Itaquaquecetupa-SP. Motivo da agressão foi o fato da docente ter chamado a atenção do garoto por estar fazendo bagunça durante a aula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lembro do tempo em que professores eram respeitados, e tratados como educadores. Dentro da sala de aula representavam a autoridade máxima. Não me refiro ao termo "autoridade" como alguém a quem devíamos ser temerosos, mas sim a quem desde casa fómos orientados a tratar com respeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Atribuo essa crescente violência contra os professores a educação que muitas crianças e adolescentes recebem em casa. A educação tem que partir dos pais, e não deixar para que os professores exerçam sozinhos essa função. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Além de serem mal remunerados, os professores ficam a mercê de alunos mal educados, que a qualquer momento podem ficar enfurecidos e se acharem no direito de dar uma boas palmadas para repreendê-los por estarem tentando educa-los.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SclpDAVK_dI/AAAAAAAAABY/CG9tL0vp7zQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3503393014489255441-7851867810872728075?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/7851867810872728075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=7851867810872728075' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7851867810872728075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/7851867810872728075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-educa-apanha.html' title='Quem educa, apanha'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sclpr1QgiEI/AAAAAAAAABg/lLx6zZIP328/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-1736941522338993517</id><published>2009-03-12T21:33:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:53:23.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedofilia: Inimiga íntima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos nós já estamos cansados de saber que a pedofilia é crime. Mas mesmo com toda a divulgação por parte da mídia, essa prática vem aumentando de forma assustadora. Até parece que virou uma espécie de modismo macabro. Temos presenciado fatos estarrecedores de crianças e adolescentes violentados com requintes de crueldade por adultos que já não estão mais preocupados em esconder sua identidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos desses pedofilos fazem parte da família, ou são vizinhos e amigos. Pessoas de total confiança, acima de qualquer suspeita. E quando não são, costumam seduzir as crianças e adolescentes com presentes, doces e dinheiro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É necessário que as mães fiquem atentas a qualquer mudança de comportamento da criança ou adolescente, e denuncie logo quando for detectado o abuso ou qualquer anormalidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Para denunciar não é necessário sair de casa, a mãe ou qualquer outra pessoa pode ligar para o número 100, e registrar a ocorrência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sbrd1TXFNcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oeoCVknTegg/s1600-h/pedofilia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312802618236810690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sbrd1TXFNcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oeoCVknTegg/s320/pedofilia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/3503393014489255441-1736941522338993517?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/1736941522338993517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=1736941522338993517' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1736941522338993517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/1736941522338993517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/03/pedofilia-inimiga-intima.html' title='Pedofilia: Inimiga íntima'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/Sbrd1TXFNcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oeoCVknTegg/s72-c/pedofilia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503393014489255441.post-3461870289568647679</id><published>2009-03-12T20:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:29:45.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Através das janelas que são os meus olhos, observo tudo ao meu redor, e o que atiça a minha vontade de escrever estará registrado neste blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproveito para dar as boas vindas aos visitantes, e pedir para que não se limitem apenas em dar uma rápida espiada. Coloquem aqui as suas impressões sobre os meus textos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&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/3503393014489255441-3461870289568647679?l=janelando-janelando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/feeds/3461870289568647679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3503393014489255441&amp;postID=3461870289568647679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/3461870289568647679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3503393014489255441/posts/default/3461870289568647679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janelando-janelando.blogspot.com/2009/03/atraves-das-janelas-que-sao-os-meus.html' title='Salut!'/><author><name>Karla Izabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09884657842761970760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DfwgFHSgfw/SbmmDFf8A3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D2-sgQXKI64/S220/Eu555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
