<?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-1901353320016431284</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:04:50.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PROFª DAYZE MARIA CARLET</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-4954849253417215887</id><published>2010-10-15T12:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:41:33.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DE CHUVA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/TLh187JRJqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YGeGB3yWzrQ/s1600/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528298232126449314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/TLh187JRJqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YGeGB3yWzrQ/s320/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As vezes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fico assim, melancólica, triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O dia hoje está assim, choroso. Querendo se parecer comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estou assim também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;São dias em que a alegria dá espaço à saudade, à melancolia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Algumas coisas me fazem falta:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; cheiro, um calor, um jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isso me faz lembrar de um tempo que não volta mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E é nesse compasso que entendo que a vida é uma sucessão de momentos. Uns bons, outros nem tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Acabo percebendo que as coisas, os momentos e as pessoas são passageiras na vida. E só há uma forma de nos tornarmos eternos. É eternizando sentimentos. Amando e vivendo de tal forma e com tamanha intensidade que a alma transcenda o corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No espaço, por hora, meus olhos procuram um brilho, quem sabe dos olhos de alguém. Mas, encontra a umidade de uma lágrima, a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Então, os sonhos se confundem um pouco com a realidade,e a certeza do que é essencial na busca constante pela felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(DMC)&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/1901353320016431284-4954849253417215887?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4954849253417215887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=4954849253417215887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4954849253417215887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4954849253417215887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-de-chuva.html' title='DIA DE CHUVA!'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/TLh187JRJqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YGeGB3yWzrQ/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-7075839835454319286</id><published>2009-10-23T10:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:30:27.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="Personalizado" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Se um dia alguém fizer com que&lt;br /&gt;se quebre a visão bonita que você tem de si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Personalizado" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; com muita paciência e amor reconstrua-a.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o artesão recupera a&lt;br /&gt;sua peça mais valiosa que caiu no chão,&lt;br /&gt;sem duvidar de que aquela&lt;br /&gt;é a tarefa mais importante,&lt;br /&gt;você é a sua criação mais valiosa.&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe para os lados.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe somente para dentro,&lt;br /&gt;para bem dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;e faça dali o seu lugar de descanso,&lt;br /&gt;conforto e recomposição.&lt;br /&gt;Crie este universo agradável para si e seja feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo agradecerá o seu trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[Brahma Kumaris]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-7075839835454319286?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7075839835454319286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=7075839835454319286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7075839835454319286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7075839835454319286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/10/imagem.html' title='IMAGEM'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-5649286208829940936</id><published>2009-10-01T21:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:28:59.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIMENSÕES DA VERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SsVIM7UMV_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/gUbTTWrN20A/s1600-h/todoo+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387791916136683506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SsVIM7UMV_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/gUbTTWrN20A/s320/todoo+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Medita sobre os não-ditos e não-feitos do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;Se a dificuldade e incompreensão de quem amas, quando a serviço d’Ele, te amesquinham, não te amofines.&lt;br /&gt;Se a luta recrudesce e o combate acirra, não desesperes.&lt;br /&gt;Se a enfermidade avança e te vence, não desanimes.&lt;br /&gt;Se todos os males de fora e de dentro de ti mesmo ameaçam conduzir-te à desencarnação, não recalcitres.&lt;br /&gt;*Não te defendas, se injuriado.&lt;br /&gt;Não te justifiques, se perseguido.&lt;br /&gt;Não te exponhas, se angustiado.&lt;br /&gt;Nada digas, nada faças, mesmo que tenhas o que dizer e disponhas de recursos para fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Teus ditos e teus feitos já falaram por ti. Se não se fizeram ouvir, porfia confiante, de fé robusta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna de Ângelis – psicografia de Divaldo P. Franco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-5649286208829940936?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5649286208829940936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=5649286208829940936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5649286208829940936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5649286208829940936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dimensoes-da-verdade.html' title='DIMENSÕES DA VERDADE'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SsVIM7UMV_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/gUbTTWrN20A/s72-c/todoo+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-4598027811399181162</id><published>2009-09-25T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:35:11.254-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sr1TU0CNzEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z7x4RtWesHo/s1600-h/todoo+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552346435406914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sr1TU0CNzEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z7x4RtWesHo/s320/todoo+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero, um dia, dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades e às pessoas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que a vida é bela sim e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E que valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Mario Quintana)&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/1901353320016431284-4598027811399181162?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4598027811399181162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=4598027811399181162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4598027811399181162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4598027811399181162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-isso-ai.html' title='É isso aí...'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sr1TU0CNzEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z7x4RtWesHo/s72-c/todoo+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-3597588962583739313</id><published>2009-09-04T10:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:31:15.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Outro dia acordei e lembrei-me de algumas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Da vida, dos sonhos, dos amigos, das lutas vencidas, das perdidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A cada lembrança, um sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para muitos, um sorriso, para outros uma lágrima, ou várias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas em todos a saudade apareceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E nessa saudade a descoberta que ainda vivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É, eu vivo, estou viva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lembrei-me da infância, das brincadeiras de criança, das vozes, dos vizinhos, das brigas, e a saudade foi então a fiel companheira... Aí eu chorei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não foi um choro de desepero, nem de alívio, nem de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foi um choro de saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Embora a saudade cause tudo isso, nos causa também amadurecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Continuo sentindo saudade, mas agora procuro viver de forma que possa no futuro apenas sentir uma saudade boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uma lágrima de que valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E ter a certeza de que realmente valeu a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-3597588962583739313?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3597588962583739313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=3597588962583739313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/3597588962583739313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/3597588962583739313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE!!!'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-3305221115672720124</id><published>2009-08-21T17:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:47:38.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPERTA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/So8H1lgBUGI/AAAAAAAAALo/w4r3Ajdsutw/s1600-h/novas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372521497657167970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/So8H1lgBUGI/AAAAAAAAALo/w4r3Ajdsutw/s320/novas+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o Sol, o Dia Desperta...Esqueça então o que passou.&lt;br /&gt;Se foi, já foi, é em vão sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o cheiro, o tom, o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;Desperta ao novo:&lt;br /&gt;Um novo Dia;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo Sol;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Desperta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-3305221115672720124?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3305221115672720124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=3305221115672720124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/3305221115672720124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/3305221115672720124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/08/desperta.html' title='DESPERTA...'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/So8H1lgBUGI/AAAAAAAAALo/w4r3Ajdsutw/s72-c/novas+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-8096865388968323975</id><published>2009-06-21T01:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:31:28.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ACREDITO NAS PESSOAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sj23ji3FgFI/AAAAAAAAALY/4SdXfcO8ENQ/s1600-h/viagem+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349633753667174482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sj23ji3FgFI/AAAAAAAAALY/4SdXfcO8ENQ/s320/viagem+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“ Acredito nas pessoas...Especialmente naquelas em que habita algo mais que a humanidade.Aquelas que, às vezes, a gente confunde com anjos ou outras entidades divina...Falo daquelas pessoas que existem em nossas vidas, que enchem nosso espaço com pequenas alegrias e grandes atitudes...Daquelas que olham nos olhos quando precisam ser verdadeiras, que tecem elogios, que agradecem e pedem desculpas com a mesma simplicidade de uma criança...Pessoas que não precisam fazer jogos para conseguir o que buscam, porque seus desejos são realizados por suas ações e reações, não por seus caprichos...Pessoas que fazem o bem e se protegem do mal, apenas com um sorriso, uma palavra, um beijo, um abraço, uma oração...Pessoas que atravessam as ruas sem medo da luz que existe nelas, caminham firmes e levantam a cabeça em momentos de completo desespero...Pessoas que erram mais do que acertam, aprendem mais do que ensinam e vivem mais do que sonham...Pessoas, simplesmente pessoas, que nem sempre tem certeza de tudo, mas acreditam sempre. Transparentes, amigas, espontâneas, até mesmo ingênuas...Prefiro acreditar em relacionamentos baseados em confiança, serenidade, humildade e sinceridade...Prefiro acreditar naqueles encontros, que nos transmitem paz, e acima de tudo, gratidão...Prefiro acreditar em homens e mulheres, que reverenciam a vida com a mesma intensidade de um grande amor...Que passam pela terra e deixam suas marcas, suas lembranças, que deixam saudades e não apenas rastros...Homens e mulheres que habitam o perfeito universo e a perfeita ordem nele existente...Homens e mulheres de alma limpa e puros de coração.”&lt;/span&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/1901353320016431284-8096865388968323975?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8096865388968323975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=8096865388968323975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/8096865388968323975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/8096865388968323975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/06/acredito-nas-pessoas.html' title='ACREDITO NAS PESSOAS...'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sj23ji3FgFI/AAAAAAAAALY/4SdXfcO8ENQ/s72-c/viagem+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-356765764571229478</id><published>2009-06-16T22:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:07:52.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FELICIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SjhThtW8HzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qMbTrX_iPr0/s1600-h/Gramado+e+Canela+-+RS+327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348116396079062834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SjhThtW8HzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qMbTrX_iPr0/s320/Gramado+e+Canela+-+RS+327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348116379460334866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SjhTgvcudRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-SRK1Y9TKHc/s320/hjj+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SjhTgS_ORMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aeyXJk82gRI/s1600-h/Gramado+e+Canela+-+RS+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348116371820397762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SjhTgS_ORMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aeyXJk82gRI/s320/Gramado+e+Canela+-+RS+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ás vezes, esquecemos de agradecer a Deus pelo Dom da Vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A família, os amigos, os momentos felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então, a Vida se cobra e nos faz lembrar que não somos nada, e que devemos nos alegrar, viver e curtir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porém, sem esquecer de agradecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque TUDO PASSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As coisas boas, os momentos felizes, as alegrias passarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas passarão também os momentos de tristeza, de angústia, de solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como o dia sucede a noite, o Sol a Tempestade, também os momentos se sucederão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada Pai, pelos momentos que me tens dado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pelos bons, que posso guardar boas lembranças, e pelos dolorosos, onde posso lembrar-me que tudo passa, e recolher-me a Ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada pela Vida, pela minha filha e minha família, meus amigos, meu trabalho, minha casa, meus cães.... Obrigada por me permitir viver segundo minha história, e permitir que eu valorize a minha LIBERDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou Feliz! Estou Feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora, entendo com clareza a expressão &lt;strong&gt;FELICIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&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/1901353320016431284-356765764571229478?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/356765764571229478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=356765764571229478' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/356765764571229478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/356765764571229478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/06/felicidade.html' title='FELICIDADE'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SjhThtW8HzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qMbTrX_iPr0/s72-c/Gramado+e+Canela+-+RS+327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-5403361079348757270</id><published>2009-05-29T19:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:02:42.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dafny Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBogY3s31I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PWZlldcw1Kw/s1600-h/aqui+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384063702589266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBogY3s31I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PWZlldcw1Kw/s320/aqui+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBof-QnaSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7AkslZqU_xE/s1600-h/aqui+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384056559331618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBof-QnaSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7AkslZqU_xE/s320/aqui+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBofqTiajI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_c-v-Ns3PqE/s1600-h/aqui+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384051202878002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBofqTiajI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_c-v-Ns3PqE/s320/aqui+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBofEfEFxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vlyUiB43m6Q/s1600-h/aqui+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384041050674962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBofEfEFxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vlyUiB43m6Q/s320/aqui+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uma noite diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chá de Fraldas da Cleonice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A turma toda a espera da pequena DAFNY MARIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os colegas preparam a festa, a surpresa e os presentes....&lt;br /&gt;Muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns 2 ano...provaram que quando querem, vocês se superam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;À você Cleonice. Sucesso e Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;É nova, mas escolheste assim. Torcemos por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não se arrependa, ser MÃE é uma MARAVILHA inegualável....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dafny, esperamos ansiosos sua chegada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bjkas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1901353320016431284-5403361079348757270?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5403361079348757270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=5403361079348757270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5403361079348757270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5403361079348757270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/05/dafny-maria.html' title='Dafny Maria'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SiBogY3s31I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PWZlldcw1Kw/s72-c/aqui+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-4747822075853243847</id><published>2009-04-19T21:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:43:35.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMETISTA DO SUL - RS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SevEJsDsbuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DWfHW3vNdtU/s1600-h/ametista+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326566655020265186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SevEJsDsbuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DWfHW3vNdtU/s320/ametista+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SevEJT6om-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rUORDKGzyP4/s1600-h/ametista+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326566648539814882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SevEJT6om-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rUORDKGzyP4/s320/ametista+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SevEJKGK2KI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZG9dBXUgr2s/s1600-h/ametista+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326566645903841442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SevEJKGK2KI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZG9dBXUgr2s/s320/ametista+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No dia 18 de abril de 2009, os alunos da 7ª e 8ª série da E. E. B. Adolfo Silveira, realizaram uma viagem de estudos para Ametista do Sul - RS, onde visitaram o Museu das Pedras de Ametista, a Pirâmide e demais pontos turísticos daquela cidade. A mina-museu, foi o mais esperado momento da visita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A viagem foi programada pela disciplina de Geografia, da profª Dayze, que foi acompanhada pela diretora da escola, Celi Corso e merendeira e mãe de alunos, Ivete de Pelegrim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A visitação foi um sucesso. As crianças adoraram. Acredito que muito se aprende fora da sala de aula, e que o vivido se torna inesquecível!&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/1901353320016431284-4747822075853243847?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4747822075853243847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=4747822075853243847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4747822075853243847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4747822075853243847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ametista-do-sul-rs.html' title='AMETISTA DO SUL - RS'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SevEJsDsbuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DWfHW3vNdtU/s72-c/ametista+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-5426370490771586293</id><published>2009-04-10T23:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:17:52.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIXÃO DE CRISTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sd_9pSZGJYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/G3UvlCO-gDc/s1600-h/PAIX%C3%83O+DE+CRISTO+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323252170328778114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sd_9pSZGJYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/G3UvlCO-gDc/s320/PAIX%C3%83O+DE+CRISTO+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sd_9pKGOOII/AAAAAAAAAI4/KmFzDqGOfCI/s1600-h/PAIX%C3%83O+DE+CRISTO+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323252168102131842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sd_9pKGOOII/AAAAAAAAAI4/KmFzDqGOfCI/s320/PAIX%C3%83O+DE+CRISTO+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Na Semana Santa, a Comunidade Católica de Paraíso, junto com a E.E.B. Adolfo Silveira, realiza uma linda encenação. Na quinta-feira, encerra a comemoração com o Lava Pés, e reinicia na sexta-feira com a Paixão e Morte de Cristo. É uma linda e emocionante encenação, onde a comunidade participa ativamente do processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Que a Páscoa tenha um significado especial na vida de todos.....&lt;/span&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/1901353320016431284-5426370490771586293?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5426370490771586293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=5426370490771586293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5426370490771586293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5426370490771586293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/04/paixao-de-cristo.html' title='PAIXÃO DE CRISTO'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sd_9pSZGJYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/G3UvlCO-gDc/s72-c/PAIX%C3%83O+DE+CRISTO+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-7065689549035686897</id><published>2009-03-27T21:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:38:07.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio Cultural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1wR5IWixI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DWGsiotHlkM/s1600-h/carnaval+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318030187690363666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1wR5IWixI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DWGsiotHlkM/s320/carnaval+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1wR-6xESI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aV-jLEmjHLg/s1600-h/carnaval+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318030189243994402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1wR-6xESI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aV-jLEmjHLg/s320/carnaval+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318029330592856434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vgAMYeXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nzPjNc3gJA0/s320/carnaval+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318029328701892370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vf5JipxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oMipfCJ0tRU/s320/carnaval+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vfneobUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6b7fVwHcoWE/s1600-h/carnaval+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318029323958512962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vfneobUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6b7fVwHcoWE/s320/carnaval+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vffcvn8I/AAAAAAAAAII/ejlp80b0V7M/s1600-h/carnaval+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318029321803112386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vffcvn8I/AAAAAAAAAII/ejlp80b0V7M/s320/carnaval+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vfX19d-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/b0_x9O5QqT0/s1600-h/carnaval+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318029319761393634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1vfX19d-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/b0_x9O5QqT0/s320/carnaval+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No dia 27 de março de 2009, os alunos da 5ª e 6ª séries da E. M. E. B. Grápia, realizaram uma viagem/passeio de estudos até a Linha Olímpio, em Guaraciaba, onde visitaram o Museu Histórico Professor Edvino Carlos Holscher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Foi um dia diferente, descontraído e muito proveitoso, pois as crianças além de aprenderem sobre a colonização da nossa região, também puderam ver objetos produzidos pelos períodos indígeno e caboclo, bem como da Era Vulcânica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Este passeio foi organizado pelas professoras Dayze de Geografia, Cleudete de História e Cecília de Ciências, e acompanhdo pela diretora da escola, Nádia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pelas carinhas, nota-se a alegria que é aprender fora da sala de aula.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1901353320016431284-7065689549035686897?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7065689549035686897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=7065689549035686897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7065689549035686897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7065689549035686897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/03/passeio-cultural.html' title='Passeio Cultural'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sc1wR5IWixI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DWGsiotHlkM/s72-c/carnaval+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-4441890367666712708</id><published>2009-02-27T18:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:32:30.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sahb3V6f9fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cS0YcVBuNOw/s1600-h/GetAttachment[10].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307593167189571058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sahb3V6f9fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cS0YcVBuNOw/s320/GetAttachment%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje é seu aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu choro, o Dia chora... muita gente chora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A saudade é grande. A tristeza profunda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como eu queria te abraçar, te beijar e em tua compania celebrar a VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Essa vida que nos foi roubada tão precocemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Essa vida que parecia ser tão boa e linda nas tuas mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu sinto a tua falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu estou magoada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E eu tenho razão em estar magoada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você saiu de cena;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fechou a cortina e deixou tudo e todos aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como não me magoar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você abandonou a gente e nem se despediu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não deu tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De abraçar, de beijar, de pedir um colo, de sorrir com você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;de comer a tua comida, sentir o teu cheiro....&lt;br /&gt;Não deu tempo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nossa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse tempo... Dizem que o tempo é o Senhor da razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;É, de fato o tempo cura, mas não apaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário.&lt;/span&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/1901353320016431284-4441890367666712708?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4441890367666712708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=4441890367666712708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4441890367666712708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4441890367666712708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/02/tempo.html' title='TEMPO'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/Sahb3V6f9fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cS0YcVBuNOw/s72-c/GetAttachment%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-2004891055264573642</id><published>2009-02-23T16:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:05:40.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DELLA STESSA MATERIA DEI SOGNI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU94cn_rI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PJ3UOp1pEh8/s1600-h/GetAttachment[4].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585582957330098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU94cn_rI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PJ3UOp1pEh8/s320/GetAttachment%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU96fLSBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kSCVZ1L-SRA/s1600-h/GetAttachment[9].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585583504902162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU96fLSBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kSCVZ1L-SRA/s320/GetAttachment%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU9mgwYtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N_cHwgZm2Z8/s1600-h/GetAttachment[14].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585578142819026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU9mgwYtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N_cHwgZm2Z8/s320/GetAttachment%5B14%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU9TgHTsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VmbwCCnq0mM/s1600-h/GetAttachment[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585573039853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU9TgHTsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VmbwCCnq0mM/s320/GetAttachment%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU9IF1alI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FdBbX6aT2QQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment[10].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585569976838738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU9IF1alI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FdBbX6aT2QQ/s320/GetAttachment%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sulla Laguna, specchio di luce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;riflessa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Le nuvole, assoluta asimmetria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lievitano su S. Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Più vicino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i voli dei gabbiani disegnano orbite Dietro le Dolomiti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cosparse del sangue del giorno orente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VENEZIA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Naufraga senza orizzonte a ponti cigolanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Come tristi lamenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e ferite del tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Immobile tra laguna e calli vuote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;respira ombre rifflesse nelle pozzanghere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mentre io ascolto il respiro del buio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I passi frenetici dei ricordi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;che scorrono tra gondole e canali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senza meta vago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;per calli umide e vuote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;La luna gioca con gatti e maschere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Che si rincorrono nell'ombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;di questa città arcana bigia e stralunata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Che me ghermisce senza pietà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Davvero,&lt;br /&gt;Carnavale in Venezia devi essere bello..... &lt;/span&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/1901353320016431284-2004891055264573642?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2004891055264573642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=2004891055264573642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2004891055264573642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2004891055264573642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/02/della-stessa-materia-dei-sogni.html' title='DELLA STESSA MATERIA DEI SOGNI'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SahU94cn_rI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PJ3UOp1pEh8/s72-c/GetAttachment%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-2135215256382050883</id><published>2009-02-21T10:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:07:56.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SZ_8MwF_OLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/x8H8whErUNA/s1600-h/Imagem+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305236182064380082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SZ_8MwF_OLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/x8H8whErUNA/s320/Imagem+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Teu cheiro marcou presença;&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;De que teria que vê-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Reviver o olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Guardar a mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E te encarar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mas, recolheste teus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Não encaraste a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;É dolorosa a presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Porém, necessária a partida!&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/1901353320016431284-2135215256382050883?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2135215256382050883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=2135215256382050883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2135215256382050883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2135215256382050883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/02/momentos.html' title='MOMENTOS'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SZ_8MwF_OLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/x8H8whErUNA/s72-c/Imagem+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-2533650248734790567</id><published>2009-01-17T12:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:15:31.047-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRISO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SXH10GyLsYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nsw1VgZglPA/s1600-h/EU..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292281312660140418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SXH10GyLsYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nsw1VgZglPA/s320/EU..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se quiser compreender uma pessoa e conhecer-lhe a alma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não preste atenção à sua maneira de calar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ou de falar, ou de chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ou de emocionar-se com as idéias mais nobres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Olhe antes para ela quando ri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois aí está toda a nobreza e espírito sublime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O riso é um dom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não se pode aperfeiçoar o riso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A pessoa manifesta no riso aquilo que é, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E num instante conhece-se todos os seus segredos.&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/1901353320016431284-2533650248734790567?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2533650248734790567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=2533650248734790567' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2533650248734790567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2533650248734790567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorriso.html' title='SORRISO...'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SXH10GyLsYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nsw1VgZglPA/s72-c/EU..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-8795700207892164513</id><published>2008-12-30T22:44:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:50:18.202-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SVrBgo_JCbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zCX3nkg165I/s1600-h/Amore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285749879174924722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SVrBgo_JCbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zCX3nkg165I/s320/Amore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nossos olhos se cruzam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os lábios sussurram;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E nos entendemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um sorriso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um beijo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma vontade louca de ver Você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De te abraçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De te beijar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um olhar meigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um sorriso maroto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um beijo doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Essa é a lembrança de você que ficará em mim para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valeu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Deca)&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/1901353320016431284-8795700207892164513?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8795700207892164513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=8795700207892164513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/8795700207892164513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/8795700207892164513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lembranas.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SVrBgo_JCbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zCX3nkg165I/s72-c/Amore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-2140548110844630972</id><published>2008-12-04T20:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:43:34.720-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcW7Q7EiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ceqirY0GF9U/s1600-h/festa8s%C3%A9rie+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276068512400085538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcW7Q7EiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ceqirY0GF9U/s320/festa8s%C3%A9rie+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcWMRgE5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qFKA7ZT8Rn4/s1600-h/festa8s%C3%A9rie+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276068499786044306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcWMRgE5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qFKA7ZT8Rn4/s320/festa8s%C3%A9rie+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcV0rSitI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0-vB37VGBhY/s1600-h/festa8s%C3%A9rie+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276068493451758290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcV0rSitI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0-vB37VGBhY/s320/festa8s%C3%A9rie+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcVfb1A3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/75ainG1LcyI/s1600-h/festa8s%C3%A9rie+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276068487749763954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcVfb1A3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/75ainG1LcyI/s320/festa8s%C3%A9rie+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dia 27 de Novembro, teve a Festa de Despedida da 8ª Série da E. M. E. B. Grápia, oferecida pelos alunos da 7ª Série.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi uma festa muito bonita, houve uma mini-gincana onde os alunos brincaram, comeram muitas guloseimas e depois dançaram no ginário da escola.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que, os professores não ficaram fora da brincadeira.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns.... Adoramos a festa........&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/1901353320016431284-2140548110844630972?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2140548110844630972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=2140548110844630972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2140548110844630972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2140548110844630972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/festa.html' title='FESTA....'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SThcW7Q7EiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ceqirY0GF9U/s72-c/festa8s%C3%A9rie+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-7093391666190674861</id><published>2008-11-12T23:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:36:42.631-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRuEcxxoV6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/bB8HvfdtGvI/s1600-h/viagem+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267949819072632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRuEcxxoV6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/bB8HvfdtGvI/s320/viagem+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sonhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acreditei, Apostei, Vivi e Lutei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Até o último suspiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não desisti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivi até onde suportei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivi esse sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um sonho de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tentei, Chorei, Sofri e Amei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Errei, mas vivi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu coração errou, meu Amor não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu amei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje sinto, vivo e sei, o PARA SEMPRE, sempre termina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Terminou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1901353320016431284-7093391666190674861?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7093391666190674861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=7093391666190674861' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7093391666190674861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7093391666190674861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/11/fim_12.html' title='FIM'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRuEcxxoV6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/bB8HvfdtGvI/s72-c/viagem+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-2583192882142935642</id><published>2008-11-11T12:03:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:51:43.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Usina de Itaipu, Eco Museu, Cataratas do Iguaçú, Marco das 3 Fronteiras, Aeroporto Internacional e Paraguai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmY7BdJNeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VxQjKRw_p-A/s1600-h/fotos+diego+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267409378956883426" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmWavIKwPI/AAAAAAAAADo/XF2NdPgYPIw/s400/fotos+diego+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmWBR_dSxI/AAAAAAAAADg/yiPk9ncD9qI/s1600-h/fotos+diego+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267406187940104978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmWBR_dSxI/AAAAAAAAADg/yiPk9ncD9qI/s400/fotos+diego+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmVZIl1idI/AAAAAAAAADY/pFBWXJAP0tA/s1600-h/fotos+diego+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267405498221955538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmVZIl1idI/AAAAAAAAADY/pFBWXJAP0tA/s400/fotos+diego+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmUvJvvBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zWjUgXfd35w/s1600-h/fotos+diego+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267404776977401122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmUvJvvBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zWjUgXfd35w/s400/fotos+diego+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dia 29 de outubro deste ano, saímos de Paraíso, com uma turma de alunos do 2º ano do Ensino Médio, para realizarmos uma viagem de estudos à Foz do Iguaçu - PR, onde visitaríamos a Usina Hidrelétrica de Itaipu (a maior do mundo), Eco Museu, as Cataratas do Iguaçu, os 3 Marcos, Aeroporto Internacional, e uma paradinha básica em Ciudad del Leste - Paraguai.&lt;br /&gt;O objetivo da viagem, era a visitação da Usina, sendo que o tema ENERGIA é trabalhado nesta série.&lt;br /&gt;Como de praxe, todos os anos a E.E.B. Adolfo Silveira procura apresentar na prática, sempre que possível, o conhecimento aprendido em sala de aula, e esse 'horroroso' roteiro fica por conta da Geografia.&lt;br /&gt;Unindo o útil ao agradável, desenvolvemos o trabalho teórico, reunimos a turma e saímos em viagem. As visitas estavam marcadas para o dia 30 de outubro, e como podem observar nas fotos, foi um sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Certamente ficará gravado na memória dos alunos esse dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pois é, deixará saudades.... nos alunos e em mim também, já que esses momentos se eternizam, na escola, nas fotos, e nos nossos corações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Valeu turma.......&lt;/span&gt;&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/1901353320016431284-2583192882142935642?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2583192882142935642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=2583192882142935642' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2583192882142935642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/2583192882142935642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/11/usina-de-itaipu-eco-museu-cataratas-do.html' title='Usina de Itaipu, Eco Museu, Cataratas do Iguaçú, Marco das 3 Fronteiras, Aeroporto Internacional e Paraguai.'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SRmY7BdJNeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VxQjKRw_p-A/s72-c/fotos+diego+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-4622760451192061359</id><published>2008-10-15T21:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:35:33.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'>È FINITO......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SPaPKfDls3I/AAAAAAAAADI/2tU6kDBL9zo/s1600-h/Imagem+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257547025299649394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SPaPKfDls3I/AAAAAAAAADI/2tU6kDBL9zo/s400/Imagem+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Io vivo ogni giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Con la speranza di cominciare una nuova storia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;È caduta una stella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;È finito una storia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Una storia d'amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un'amore che era cominciato nella adolescenza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un'amore che è un frutto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un frutto d'amore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ma. La vita non'è un corso sicuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;È un viaggio!&lt;br /&gt;E, in qualche stagione, fai una parata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E adesso, è la mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;È finito una storia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;È finito la mia stória con te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sia felice. Incontra la tua storia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E lasciami con i miei pensieri e recordi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lasciami!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Che anch'io, penso in vivere una mia sto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Senza te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Senza colpa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Senza niente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Merito essere felice, e anche te meriti la felicità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Addio!&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/1901353320016431284-4622760451192061359?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4622760451192061359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=4622760451192061359' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4622760451192061359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4622760451192061359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/finito.html' title='È FINITO......'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SPaPKfDls3I/AAAAAAAAADI/2tU6kDBL9zo/s72-c/Imagem+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-367423509946178727</id><published>2008-09-24T12:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:19:22.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>23 DE SETEMBRO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SNqur_RQKvI/AAAAAAAAADA/KlKdoCjThr0/s1600-h/ela...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249700386395138802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SNqur_RQKvI/AAAAAAAAADA/KlKdoCjThr0/s400/ela...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PRIMAVERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;23 de Setembro! A Primavera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Enquanto o sol ilumina o hemisfério Sul, para que as flores desabrochem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O dia inspira mistério!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Esse dia, para mim, marca mais que isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;marca o FIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fim do inverno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fim de uma Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fim de uma História...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;23 de Setembro de 2008. 6 anos de Saudades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Como dizia o poeta: "Saudade: palavra triste..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Só quem tem saudade, sabe o que é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E eu sinto saudades de muita coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da minha avó;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da minha infância;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dos amigos que partiram;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do cheiro de chuva molhando o pátio da minha casa enquanto brincava;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do cheiro do pão e do pão da minha mãe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do cheiro da minha mãe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da voz da minha mãe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da minha mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;23 de Setembro - Primavera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Foi na Primavera que você partiu para junto com as flores, florescer no jardim eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mãe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saudades do teu colo, do teu beijo, do teu aconchego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saudades de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1901353320016431284-367423509946178727?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/367423509946178727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=367423509946178727' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/367423509946178727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/367423509946178727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/23-de-setembro.html' title='23 DE SETEMBRO!'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SNqur_RQKvI/AAAAAAAAADA/KlKdoCjThr0/s72-c/ela...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-854468169713378211</id><published>2008-08-28T19:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:03:03.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOGNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SLcuG0c_swI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xD-xAOZgsUA/s1600-h/aniver+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239707386163213058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SLcuG0c_swI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xD-xAOZgsUA/s400/aniver+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOGNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos'è un sogno per te?&lt;br /&gt;Un sogno può essere quello che l'anima vive, quando tu dormi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma anche, quello che si vivi con gli occhi apperti.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti i giorni, siamo regalati con la vita.&lt;br /&gt;E questa è anche un sogno.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè i tuoi genitori sognaranno per te essere qua.&lt;br /&gt;E sognaranno......&lt;br /&gt;E viveranno.....&lt;br /&gt;E amaranno....&lt;br /&gt;E adesso, sei tu chi sogni.&lt;br /&gt;Ed io.....&lt;br /&gt;Ed io sogno con te.&lt;br /&gt;E noi, assieme, facciamo la realtà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN SOGNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dayze...&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/1901353320016431284-854468169713378211?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/854468169713378211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=854468169713378211' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/854468169713378211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/854468169713378211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/sogno-cos-un-sogno-per-te-un-sogno-pu.html' title='SOGNO'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SLcuG0c_swI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xD-xAOZgsUA/s72-c/aniver+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-4867223510365533224</id><published>2008-08-26T19:24:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:17:51.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A PALAVRA QUE CONTA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SLSGMFTHUFI/AAAAAAAAACI/SDZNL7lB6a8/s1600-h/sole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238959808677630034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SLSGMFTHUFI/AAAAAAAAACI/SDZNL7lB6a8/s320/sole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Palavra que Conta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sempre quando o Dia nos presenteia com o SOL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Vem a idéia de MAIS UM DIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ou seria MENOS UM DIA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Pois é, essa dúvida me consome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Mais um dia de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Menos um dia na vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Como pode fazer tanta diferença!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;É como a palavra. Nossa quanta diferença faz uma palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;E a falta dela então.... muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Já sabemos que a falta da palavra caracteriza também a falta de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Um amor que vive na palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Um amor que sem palavras deixa de ser amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;E um dia sem amor, poderá ser chamado de presente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Se é um presente, tem que ter amor, senão perde o senso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Dias de Sol, sem Sol, não importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Importa que sejam dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Que tenham vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Que transpirem amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;E que possamos ao fim dos nossos dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Contabilizar MAIS UM DIA na nossa conta da Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Porque o que conta, nem sempre se conta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dayze....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1901353320016431284-4867223510365533224?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4867223510365533224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=4867223510365533224' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4867223510365533224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/4867223510365533224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/palavra-que-conta.html' title='A PALAVRA QUE CONTA...'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SLSGMFTHUFI/AAAAAAAAACI/SDZNL7lB6a8/s72-c/sole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-3623439819393620814</id><published>2008-08-05T12:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:34:27.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho à Distãncia.... Curso de Geografia</title><content type='html'>1ª GERED – GERENCIA DE EDUCAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETARIA DE ESTADO DO DESENVOLVIMENTO REGIONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÃO MIGUEL DO OESTE – SC&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA: O PAÍS DO FILHO ÚNICO&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;br /&gt;Projeto apresentado à GERED de São Miguel do Oeste, como requisito de complementação de carga horário no curso de Capacitação “ Construindo Educação de Qualidade com Vivência Cidadã.” Aplicado nas Escolas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEB. Adolfo Silveira; EEB. São João Batista; EEB. São Sebastião e EEB. Ouro Verde.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALVA MARISA LAZARETTI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAYZE MARIA CARLET LOPES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACIELI CORTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA LAZZAROTTO RUGERI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Miguel do Oeste, agosto a novembro de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUÇÃO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desequilíbrio entre os sexos tende a aumentar ainda mais. Atualmente, nascem na China 119 meninos para cada 100 meninas. Em algumas províncias, como Guandong e Hainan, a proporção é de 130 meninos para 100 meninas. A média nos países em desenvolvimento é de 104 a 106 meninos para cada 100 meninas nascidas. A desproporção é tão séria que a Comissão Nacional de Controle Populacional e Planejamento Familiar calcula que em 2020 existirão 30 milhões de homens a mais que mulheres, o que poderá gerar o aumento da violência e distúrbios sociais. Esses homens estarão principalmente nas áreas rurais, que têm escolaridade mais baixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questão causa preocupação a ponto de as autoridades permitirem aos casais que vivem no campo ter o segundo filho, caso o primeiro seja uma menina ou possua grave problema de saúde. Como a manutenção do controle de natalidade é considerada fundamental para o crescimento do país, especialmente nas áreas rurais, no início deste ano entrou em vigor uma nova política de ajuda financeira às famílias no campo que acataram a lei do planejamento familiar. O benefício foi testado em dez províncias desde 2004. O objetivo é estimular cada vez mais os casais a terem apenas um filho. Ao completar 60 anos, todos os pais e mães de filhos únicos, de duas filhas ou que tenham perdido o único filho terão direito a receber cada um uma pensão anual de 600 yuans, US$ 75 per capita, ou US$ 150 por casal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens e mulheres acima de 60 anos deixam de receber seus vencimentos e passam a depender totalmente dos filhos. Hoje, 143 milhões de chineses, ou 11% da população, têm mais de 60 anos. Em 2020, a estimativa é de que os idosos cheguem a 234 milhões, 16% do total. Além da população de idosos crescer 3% ao ano, a expectativa de vida subiu de 67 para 73 anos nas duas últimas décadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, e os casais que tiveram apenas uma filha mulher? Esse é outro problema enfrentado pela geração dos filhos únicos. Afinal, não são eles os responsáveis por manter seus pais? O resultado é que muitos casais jovens acabam sendo obrigados a sustentar os pais e os sogros, além do próprio filho. Isso se não estiverem vivos avôs e avós, fato bastante freqüente. Não é à toa que muitos preferem permanecer solteiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para solucionar esse impasse, uma nova modificação na política de controle de natalidade permite que casais formados por dois filhos únicos possam ter dois filhos, com a diferença de quatro anos entre eles. A novidade animou os cerca de dois milhões de filhos únicos em Pequim, onde as mulheres, cada vez mais dedicadas à profissão, não se casam com menos de 27 anos. Como na China não há nada que não seja em grandes proporções, por conta dessa mudança prevê-se um baby boom em 2010. Porém, o fenômeno acabou se antecipando em três anos, em função do horóscopo chinês. Para evitar outro baby boom em 2010, está em estudo o fim da obrigatoriedade de espera para se ter o segundo filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de ter dois filhos é resultado da insatisfação dos jovens em terem sido filhos únicos. Além de se sentir sozinhos, eles sofrem com a superproteção das mães e são muito pressionados para obter bons resultados nas escolas e competir nos estudos. Não é à toa que são apelidados de “pequenos imperadores” ou “imperatrizes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBJETIVO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objetivo Geral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecer a China como país mais populoso do mundo, identificando as causas e conseqüênciasdo super crescimento populacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objetivos Específicos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -  Analisar a densidade demográfica chinesa, considerando que parte do seu território são áreas inóspitas;&lt;br /&gt;     -  Entender os motivos que levaram ao crescimento populacional desenfreado;&lt;br /&gt;     -  Caracterizar a China como o país do filho único;&lt;br /&gt;     - Justificar a opção da escolha pelo sexo feminino nas famílias chinesas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIFICATIVA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A humanidade está começando a se defrontar com um problema muito sério e dramático: a superpopulação. Um dia, será evidente, para todos, que o planeta Terra, não terá recursos para acolher com bem-estar todos os seus habitantes. As nações mais pobres, aquelas que tem menos recursos e condições mais inferiores de vida, são as que mais crescem em número de habitantes. Falta-lhes até os recursos da cultura e das condições de vida digna para controlar sua população. A nação mais populosa do planeta, a China Comunista, com mais de um bilhão de habitantes, resolveu enfrentar o problema populacional com medidas repressivas. Cada casal só pode ter um filho. Esta “experiência” interessa à humanidade porque certamente, um dia, outras nações terão que adotar medidas repressivas para o controle de suas populações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 25 anos a China iniciou um esforço draconiano para controlar o rápido crescimento de sua população e para isso percorreu uma violação maciça dos direitos civis. O governo comunista era incapaz de satisfazer as necessidades básicas de seu povo e considerou que o desemprego, a pobreza e a fome crescentes poderiam ser evitados se cada família tivesse apenas um filho. Por meio da repressão, Pequim conseguiu reduzir o crescimento de sua população, mas a um custo terrível. Os Estados Unidos têm agora a oportunidade de induzir a China a deixar de lado a coerção e de abraçar a liberdade em suas políticas de população, tal como fez com sua economia, na qual abandonou a coerção e adotou o livre mercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na China, uma mulher que desafia a regra de apenas um filho pode ser multada, tanto ela quanto sua família e aldeia. Também pode ser castigada, excluída de sua comunidade ou presa. Seus móveis, sua vaca, seu porco, poderiam desaparecer. Também pode ser forçada a abortar sem importar se está no nono dia ou no nono mês de gravidez. Pequim diz que somente em 2002 foram realizados 6,8 milhões de abortos. Uma quantidade excessiva deles aconteceu porque os ultra-sons realizados mostraram que os fetos eram meninas, o que não é bem-vindo em uma cultura que prefere os meninos. Se a mulher tem sorte, o aborto pode ser executado através da inserção de um dispositivo intra-uterino. Se não tem sorte, pode ser esterilizada à força. O governo chinês diz que 38% das mulheres em idade de procriar foram esterilizadas.&lt;br /&gt;A China prometeu em 1944 cumprir suas obrigações em matéria de direitos humanos, quando se uniu a 179 nações na Conferência Mundial sobre População e Desenvolvimento, que acordou que todo os indivíduos têm o direito de decidir, livres de coerção, o número de filhos e o momento de tê-los, bem como ter acesso a serviços de qualidade de planejamento familiar. Este enfoque demonstrou ser válido para reduzir o número de abortos, adiar a data de nascimento do primeiro filho, reduzir o número de nascimentos e melhorar as possibilidades de as crianças serem queridas por seus pais. Não é apenas moralmente correto, como também funciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que podemos fazer para que a China cumpra sua promessa? Em primeiro lugar, deveríamos apoiar completamente o Fnuap, que na China é o único organismo que promove o planejamento familiar voluntário e a defesa destes direitos humanos. Atualmente, naquelas regiões onde o Fnuap opera 90% das mulheres estão escolhendo seus próprios métodos de controle da natalidade e a taxa de abortos caiu radicalmente de 70% para 30%. Em segundo lugar, deve-se fazer ver a Pequim que atender as necessidades humanas em matéria de saúde, educação e oportunidades é o melhor caminho para reduzir o crescimento da população. Em terceiro lugar, as grandes empresas norte-americanas podem fazer importantes contribuições. Por exemplo, uma mulher trabalhadora que está ilegalmente grávida é degradada em sua categoria profissional ou demitida em muitas partes da China, mas as companhias norte-americanas podem se recusar a aplicar essas medidas em suas unidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-3623439819393620814?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3623439819393620814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=3623439819393620814' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/3623439819393620814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/3623439819393620814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/trabalho-distncia-curso-de-geografia.html' title='Trabalho à Distãncia.... Curso de Geografia'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-7027899659459660695</id><published>2008-08-01T13:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:12:19.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SJM1gLQlveI/AAAAAAAAACA/wNrbayk-uq4/s1600-h/Floripa+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SJM1gLQlveI/AAAAAAAAACA/wNrbayk-uq4/s320/Floripa+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229582419201736162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participação no EDUCASUL - em Florianópolis, de 25 à 28 de julho.&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-7027899659459660695?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7027899659459660695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=7027899659459660695' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7027899659459660695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7027899659459660695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/participao-no-educasul-em-florianpolis.html' title=''/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SJM1gLQlveI/AAAAAAAAACA/wNrbayk-uq4/s72-c/Floripa+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-8871817173340955724</id><published>2008-07-16T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:37:03.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O EDUCADOR BEM SUCEDIDO</title><content type='html'>   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.0  (Linux)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20080716;15234600"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="16010101;0"&gt; 	 	 	 	 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;O educador bem sucedido&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; Segundo o que se espera, para que um professor se torne um profissional bem sucedido, desenvolvendo seu papel com qualidade, num mundo onde o novo, o moderno é mais atraente ao nosso 'cliente'. É necessário que ele esteja apto ao novo. É de suma importância que o profissional de educação, esteja aberto também ao aprender. Que tenha a humildade de assumir o que não sabe e ir em busca do novo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; O aluno gosta de novidades. Ele aprende mais facilmente quando gosta do que vê. E cabe ao professor demonstrar interesse pelo seu aluno, gostando daquilo que os fascina. Demonstrando à eles, que são importantes, que também gostam de novidades e que elas são importantes para todos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; Assim, ganha-se créditos. Ganha-se uma aceitação de grupo, tornando-se mais fácil o acesso ao aprendizado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; É uma forma de educar através do afetivo, do emotivo. Usa-se o novo, para aproximar a distância que existe entre as diferente gerações. Não somos perfeitos, não precisamos 'vender' essa imagem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; http://www.eca.usp.br/prof/moran/educacao.htm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-8871817173340955724?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8871817173340955724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=8871817173340955724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/8871817173340955724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/8871817173340955724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-educador-bem-sucedido.html' title='O EDUCADOR BEM SUCEDIDO'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-5076173159392051206</id><published>2008-07-16T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:53:55.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFRATERNIZAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4ZMUsxzhI/AAAAAAAAABo/FMtIhxr3cDU/s1600-h/hj+0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223640317302001170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4ZMUsxzhI/AAAAAAAAABo/FMtIhxr3cDU/s320/hj+0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Confraternização entre colegas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dia dos Professores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Momentos de muita alegria e prazer na escola!&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/1901353320016431284-5076173159392051206?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5076173159392051206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=5076173159392051206' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5076173159392051206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/5076173159392051206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/confraternizao.html' title='CONFRATERNIZAÇÃO'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4ZMUsxzhI/AAAAAAAAABo/FMtIhxr3cDU/s72-c/hj+0722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-7425035560669900993</id><published>2008-07-16T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:50:31.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIAGEM DE ESTUDO À SÃO MIGUEL DAS MISSÕES - RS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4XyYvYuPI/AAAAAAAAABg/5NY6QqLxWm4/s1600-h/Imagem+429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223638772198455538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4XyYvYuPI/AAAAAAAAABg/5NY6QqLxWm4/s320/Imagem+429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Turma de alunos da escola, em viagem às Ruínas de São Miguel da Missões - RS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Prática da nossa escola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Promover viagens de estudo, com fins de melhorar o conhecimento do educando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-7425035560669900993?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7425035560669900993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=7425035560669900993' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7425035560669900993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7425035560669900993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/viagem-de-estudo-so-miguel-das-misses.html' title='VIAGEM DE ESTUDO À SÃO MIGUEL DAS MISSÕES - RS'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4XyYvYuPI/AAAAAAAAABg/5NY6QqLxWm4/s72-c/Imagem+429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-909736911379251329</id><published>2008-07-16T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:33:23.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A COZINHA DA NOSSA ESCOLA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4GqKg6bTI/AAAAAAAAABM/485j3arUl2A/s1600-h/mvc-868f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4GqKg6bTI/AAAAAAAAABM/485j3arUl2A/s320/mvc-868f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223619939243027762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4FvdHuM1I/AAAAAAAAABE/VvDPj0d1nF8/s1600-h/mvc-857f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4FvdHuM1I/AAAAAAAAABE/VvDPj0d1nF8/s320/mvc-857f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223618930625360722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As meninas da nossa cozinha.......  Elas fazem coisas maravilhosas......  Olha o lanche..... que delícia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Adicionar imagem" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-909736911379251329?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/909736911379251329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=909736911379251329' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/909736911379251329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/909736911379251329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/cozinha-da-nossa-escola.html' title='A COZINHA DA NOSSA ESCOLA...'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4GqKg6bTI/AAAAAAAAABM/485j3arUl2A/s72-c/mvc-868f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-6707955994975035090</id><published>2008-07-16T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:25:29.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4gqPR7TKI/AAAAAAAAABw/loJX_Vv62C8/s1600-h/dsc01804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4gqPR7TKI/AAAAAAAAABw/loJX_Vv62C8/s320/dsc01804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223648527824669858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Grupo do Curso do Linux, reunidos em benefício da Educação.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH33eRWxITI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pEaau6nqdY8/s1600-h/mvc-870f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223603242246676786" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH33eRWxITI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pEaau6nqdY8/s320/mvc-870f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dia 16/07/2008. Um dia especial, curso do Linux, com as meninas do NTE, na hora do lanche, um bom chimarrão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sou??  Posso me definir segundo o poema da Clarice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sou como você me vê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Posso ser leve como uma brisa,ou forte como uma ventania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Depende de quando e como você me vê passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Clarice Lispector]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-6707955994975035090?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6707955994975035090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=6707955994975035090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/6707955994975035090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/6707955994975035090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Hoje....'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/SH4gqPR7TKI/AAAAAAAAABw/loJX_Vv62C8/s72-c/dsc01804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901353320016431284.post-7648690245603452236</id><published>2008-07-16T09:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:37:43.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia de Hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Estamos reunidos no laboratório de informática da Escola para o encerramento do curso sobre o Linux. Na oportunidade, montamos um blog, para que os alunos da escola possam interagir com a escola e os professores, postando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, textos e trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;É a escola interagindo com a tecnologia.&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1901353320016431284-7648690245603452236?l=dayzegeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7648690245603452236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1901353320016431284&amp;postID=7648690245603452236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7648690245603452236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1901353320016431284/posts/default/7648690245603452236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzegeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-dia-de-hoje.html' title='O dia de Hoje!'/><author><name>PROFESSORA DAYZE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631335618852346902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLqACRpxKJ8/S4XdZNeeGAI/AAAAAAAAANA/VMo-_B3nyS0/S220/fotos+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
