<?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-35268708</id><updated>2012-01-07T14:46:37.564Z</updated><category term='sonhar'/><category term='criança'/><category term='partilhar'/><category term='livro'/><category term='poema'/><category term='estória'/><category term='emoção'/><category term='aprender'/><category term='afecto'/><title type='text'>Segredos do Jardim</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-6433269230505787434</id><published>2009-04-29T16:24:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:08:01.313+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estória'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partilhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhar'/><title type='text'>O Livro no Jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/SfhxVfu2e9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/JDwm0K5uMj8/s1600-h/livro01%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330134773102181330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/SfhxVfu2e9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/JDwm0K5uMj8/s400/livro01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No nosso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;guardamos sempre um cantinho no espaço e tempo para lermos uma estória. Esperamos este momento sempre com muita expectativa. E porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Porque nunca sabemos a surpresa que está guardada para nós, dentro do livro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Será que nos vai fazer sonhar, imaginar, pensar, sentir, aprender, sorrir? Não sabemos...é surpresa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;No final podemos sempre partilhar aquilo que aprendemos, sentimos ou pensamos da estória e isso vai ajudar-nos também a desenvolver o nosso sentido crítico das "coisas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Às vezes, ficamos sem palavras...não sabemos o que dizer...ficamos simplesmente, a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SONHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixo um excerto de um poema escrito por João André Soares, 14 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O livro é um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Com ele viajamos sem cessar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Além do horizonte, além do mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ao ler um livro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Posso ser nuvem que flutua no céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ou barco que corta as ondas de um sereno mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A voar, a flutuar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ou a cantar, ao lermos um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Percorremos um arco-íris nas asas da imaginação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-6433269230505787434?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/6433269230505787434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-livro-no-jardim.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/6433269230505787434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/6433269230505787434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-livro-no-jardim.html' title='O Livro no Jardim'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/SfhxVfu2e9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/JDwm0K5uMj8/s72-c/livro01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-4057311018097957600</id><published>2009-04-21T22:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:39:33.736+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afecto'/><title type='text'>Educação Emocional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se46rwfR50I/AAAAAAAAADk/UieB3Bx3h9U/s1600-h/2198316%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327259932650760002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se46rwfR50I/AAAAAAAAADk/UieB3Bx3h9U/s400/2198316%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais, acredito que preciso ver com mais clareza e sem medos, muito mais para além do que aquilo que os meus olhos conseguem alcançar...eis uma frase que me fez pensar e reflectir &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...por trás de cada aluno arredio, de cada jovem agressivo, há uma criança que precisa de afecto"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Augusto Cury in Pais Brilhantes, Professores Fascinantes&lt;/em&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/35268708-4057311018097957600?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/4057311018097957600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2009/04/educacao-emocional.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/4057311018097957600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/4057311018097957600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2009/04/educacao-emocional.html' title='Educação Emocional'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se46rwfR50I/AAAAAAAAADk/UieB3Bx3h9U/s72-c/2198316%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-5377678448117503686</id><published>2009-04-18T00:18:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:20:06.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De regresso ao Jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Sez0Q0RanKI/AAAAAAAAADc/JY_9tB_1sCM/s1600-h/DSCF0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901029019229346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Sez0Q0RanKI/AAAAAAAAADc/JY_9tB_1sCM/s400/DSCF0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/SekOrb7qEiI/AAAAAAAAACo/4GoltiFpYFs/s1600-h/SDC10241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Depois de muitas "andanças", mudanças e novas etapas na minha vida... passei por aqui e decidi ficar e cuidar mais uma vez... deste cantinho, com mais segredos do meu &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jardim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-5377678448117503686?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/5377678448117503686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2009/04/regresso-ao-jardim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/5377678448117503686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/5377678448117503686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2009/04/regresso-ao-jardim.html' title='De regresso ao Jardim'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Sez0Q0RanKI/AAAAAAAAADc/JY_9tB_1sCM/s72-c/DSCF0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-8918024583843481442</id><published>2007-11-08T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:38:39.212Z</updated><title type='text'>é preciso...Muito "JOGO de CINTURA!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RzNjXaFINQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YBx7_JH_xaI/s1600-h/women-in-the-workforce-business-child-children-commuting-day-care-~-ks13713[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130553654294099202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RzNjXaFINQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YBx7_JH_xaI/s400/women-in-the-workforce-business-child-children-commuting-day-care-~-ks13713%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;No Jardim de Infância é preciso muito "&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;jogo de cintura&lt;/span&gt;" ... eu ouvi isto muitas vezes durante o meu estágio, expressão mencionada, principalmente, pela minha professora de prática pedagógica...e na verdade, agora posso garantir que ela tinha toda a razão. Quem poderia imaginar, que nós preocupados com a educação das crianças também teríamos que nos preocupar com os pais, as auxiliares de educação, o director, a  falta de recursos para trabalhar ...e com tudo e mais alguma coisa que se passa à nossa volta. Às vezes, é difícil conciliar todas as opiniões, pontos de vista e personalidades e então vimo-nos na "obrigação", nem sei bem porquê de tentar harmonizar o ambiente no nosso Jardim de Infância...talvez seja pelas crianças...fico eu a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Depois, ainda não percebi muito bem o que é que a sociedade pensa o que realmente é um Educador de Infância...sim, digo isto porque, durante o meu tempo de faculdade algumas pessoas indignadas diziam: O quê? Para ser Educador de Infância é preciso ir para uma faculdade???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pois é...se calhar deveriam inventar outro curso para os Educadores...poderia ser Psicologia social, interventiva, compreensiva, tolerante, paciente, criativa, familiar...e por fim,quem sabe... alguma coisa parecida com psicopedagogia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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/35268708-8918024583843481442?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/8918024583843481442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/11/precisomuito-jogo-de-cintura.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/8918024583843481442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/8918024583843481442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/11/precisomuito-jogo-de-cintura.html' title='é preciso...Muito &quot;JOGO de CINTURA!&quot;'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RzNjXaFINQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YBx7_JH_xaI/s72-c/women-in-the-workforce-business-child-children-commuting-day-care-~-ks13713%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-4163132678127996845</id><published>2007-11-04T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:33:33.047Z</updated><title type='text'>Inacreditável!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Ry4dhnrnRSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gQ4owLdyvqc/s1600-h/jose+alves+filho+infancia+perdida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129069489046373666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Ry4dhnrnRSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gQ4owLdyvqc/s400/jose+alves+filho+infancia+perdida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Ry4cEHrnRRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GJCAjhj8TXg/s1600-h/Ricardo+Tavares.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que dizer&lt;strong&gt;....Infância perdida??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-4163132678127996845?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/4163132678127996845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/11/inacreditvel.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/4163132678127996845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/4163132678127996845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/11/inacreditvel.html' title='Inacreditável!'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Ry4dhnrnRSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gQ4owLdyvqc/s72-c/jose+alves+filho+infancia+perdida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-5533243738895410150</id><published>2007-11-03T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:00:57.852Z</updated><title type='text'>Cá estou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RyxgbHrnRPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B7M8Uant9RY/s1600-h/Geisa+cruvinel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128580094702863602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RyxgbHrnRPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B7M8Uant9RY/s400/Geisa+cruvinel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cá estou, novamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O porquê? Poderia expô-lo mas não o vou fazer...iria soar a desculpas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso, apenas vou dizer que já tinha saudades deste espaço e das minhas pequenas reflexões sobre educação de infância...no entanto, aproveito para dizer que vou alargar o meu leque de pensamentos e opiniões para: reflexões pessoais, sentimentais, religiosas, profissionais e outras que surgirem no momento...  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-5533243738895410150?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/5533243738895410150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/11/c-estou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/5533243738895410150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/5533243738895410150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/11/c-estou.html' title='Cá estou...'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RyxgbHrnRPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B7M8Uant9RY/s72-c/Geisa+cruvinel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-8377114287828308928</id><published>2007-04-25T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:33:53.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças Difíceis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Ri9qFrcYWdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fOFexmMgLEc/s1600-h/ivaldo+cavalcante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057377552354007506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Ri9qFrcYWdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fOFexmMgLEc/s400/ivaldo+cavalcante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Crianças difíceis? ou ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;difícil desafio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quantos de nós, diariamente, no nosso mundo, que chamamos de jardim de infância, enfrentamos o desafio de trabalharmos com crianças "difíceis"?. Crianças que nos desafiam, que "mexem com o nosso interior", que nos fazem chorar e que nos fazem sentir incapazes e inúteis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Vou partilhar aqui um episódio, que se passou no nosso jardim de infância (comigo e com uma criança "difícil").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;O Francisco (nome fictício), é uma criança, vista por todos com um comportamento considerado perturbador, difícil de "aturar" como todos referem, incluindo a família. Na verdade, quando ele está presente na sala da sua faixa etária, é muito difícil manter a calma e a tranquilidade, dificultando o trabalho do grupo, pois o seu comportamento é facilmente reproduzido por todos os outros elementos e muitas vezes é o Francisco que incentiva directamente as outras crianças a alterarem o seu comportamento e linguagem. Confesso, que muitas vezes, desejei que o Francisco pertence-se a outra sala qualquer, menos a minha, pois já tinha tentado todas as estratégias e mais alguma para conseguir mudar o seu comportamento, sem resultados...pensei em desistir...um dia, foi o próprio Francisco que depois de eu ficar muito zangada com ele por mais um mau comportamento, disse: "Marta, eu já não aguento mais!!", mostrando-se cansado das suas próprias atitudes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Na verdade, isto fez-me pensar...temos que mudar isto, eu e ele, os dois!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;No dia seguinte, depois de eu reflectir sobre isso, lembrei-me que já tinha experimentado todas as estratégias, menos uma...o colo, o abraço, as festas, o carinho....mesmo que eu não tivesse muita vontade de o fazer, mesmo, com todas as suas traquinices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Decidi, também, não falar mais sobre o seu mau comportamento e nem deixar os outros falarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nesse dia foi um grande desafio para mim, mas o Francisco foi-se acalmando durante o dia, pela minha insistência de o manter sempre perto de mim e assim, que tinha oportunidade, dava-lhe colo e fazia-lhe muitas festas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Na hora do dormir, fui deitá-lo e fiz-lhe algumas festas, mas interrompi, porque fui deitar as outras crianças do grupo e quando terminei, o Francisco pediu: "Marta, faz-me mais festas!!" Chorei, sem ele perceber, fiquei lá, até ele adormecer. Adormeceu segurando na minha mão. Orei, para que o Francisco crescesse sem marcas negativas na sua personalidade e que a benção de Deus estivesse sempre presente na sua vida, livre de qualquer tipo de estigmatização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sinto-me envergonhada, porque não tive esta atitude mais cedo, apesar de saber que era a melhor e a verdade é que preciso de coragem para continuar neste processo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Precisamos estar atentos a crianças aprisionadas, estigmatizadas pela família e sociedade, crianças incapazes de se salvarem da situação em que se encontram, que não têm ninguém que olhe por elas, atormentadas pelo destino, crianças que clamam por paz no seu interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-8377114287828308928?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/8377114287828308928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/04/crianas-difceis.html#comment-form' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/8377114287828308928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/8377114287828308928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/04/crianas-difceis.html' title='Crianças Difíceis?'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Ri9qFrcYWdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fOFexmMgLEc/s72-c/ivaldo+cavalcante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-8604246848429604364</id><published>2007-01-21T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:28:39.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Como as Crianças constróem o conhecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RbPeYeQyhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y3YNafJJLAM/s1600-h/Dani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022602521469945490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RbPeYeQyhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y3YNafJJLAM/s400/Dani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;"O conhecimento não provém, nem dos objectos, nem da criança, mas sim das interacções entre a criança e os objectos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jean Piaget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;É através da interacção com os objectos e o mundo exterior que a criança constrói o conhecimento e o seu próprio mundo, mas no entanto, a grande impulsionadora desta interacção é sem dúvida a CURIOSIDADE. Não falo de uma curiosidade normal, do género..."A curiosidade matou o gato!!", ou da vontade de querermos saber alguma coisa que não nos diz respeito, ou então, de uma curiosidade que esconde o pior dos motivos...a "bisbilhotice". Na verdade, refiro-me sim à curiosidade ingénua e pura que perdemos quando deixámos de ser crianças. Sabendo que a curiosidade é uma natureza inata, que nasce em todas as crianças, o nosso papel é aprendermos a canalizar da melhor forma esta característica permanente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;É através dela que a criança procura, descobre, aprende, experimenta e interioriza o conhecimento do mundo. Por isso, é da nossa responsabilidade aceitarmos a curiosidade da criança não só como uma característica natural, mas também oferecermos condições de novas experiências em cada descoberta que é realizada.&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;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-8604246848429604364?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/8604246848429604364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/01/como-as-crianas-constrem-o-conhecimento.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/8604246848429604364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/8604246848429604364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2007/01/como-as-crianas-constrem-o-conhecimento.html' title='Como as Crianças constróem o conhecimento'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/RbPeYeQyhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y3YNafJJLAM/s72-c/Dani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116449641750813217</id><published>2006-11-25T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:13:37.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1112/3921/1600/193679/Raul%20Alexandre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1112/3921/400/538876/Raul%20Alexandre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos voltei!!! Depois de resolver uns problemas na net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não me esqueci do desafio que a Susana me lançou :) e por isso vou deixar aqui as minhas cinco "piores" manias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho a mania de:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não resistir a um bom chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorar quando estou nervosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gostar de desafios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ler vários livros ao mesmo tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pintar e misturar cores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-116449641750813217?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116449641750813217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/11/voltei.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116449641750813217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116449641750813217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/11/voltei.html' title='Voltei!'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116239103486390709</id><published>2006-11-01T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:36:09.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/55898_l.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/400/55898_l.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween...para quê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bem...alguns colegas, que me desculpem, mas sinceramente, terei que usar este pequeno espaço, para me manifestar contra este tema que está, progressivamente, a ser implementado nos nossos jardins de infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu percebo, que nem todos estarão de acordo...mas eu não entendo, o porquê de explorarmos este tema com as crianças, já que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tudo aquilo que trabalhamos ou transmitimos, em qualquer actividade, deverá contribuir para o desenvolvimento global de cada criança, de uma forma positiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Se investigarmos aprofundadamente, sobre isto, iremos descobrir que existem vários factores negativos, que envolvem esta actividade...tais como, o susto, o medo, as mentiras, os enganos, as bruxas, os feitiços, as cores escuras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Por exemplo, ontem, por volta das 22:30 e 23h, crianças tocavam nas campainhas do meu prédio, para a tal brincadeira dos doces e sustos! Acham isso bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Manifesto-me contra esta "nova onda" de influências, que na minha opinião, não são nada positivas...já para não salientar, o aspecto emocional, espiritual e interesse comercial, existe ainda o facto de importarmos para a nossa cultura, algo que em nada contribui para o nosso crescimento positivo a nível pessoal e social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pergunto...qual é então o objectivo geral e específico desta actividade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porquê adotarmos este tema "halloween" nos nossos jardins de infância?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porquê expormos as crianças em algo que, inicialmente, parece engraçado, mas que se pode tornar perigoso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porquê promovermos brincadeiras que transmitem medos e insegurança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Podem visitar &lt;a href="http://www.obaoba.com.br/especiais/halloween2004/intro.htm"&gt;www.obaoba.com.br/especiais/halloween2004/intro.htm&lt;/a&gt; e lerem algumas coisas sobre isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Espero que não se ofendam com esta manifestação...mas é a minha opinião e convicção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/35268708-116239103486390709?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116239103486390709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116239103486390709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116239103486390709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116215202038371459</id><published>2006-10-29T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:06:53.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Vínculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/filipa%20oliveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/400/filipa%20oliveira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto Filipa Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Qual a importância do Vínculo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sabemos que existe uma &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vinculação&lt;/span&gt; entre a mãe e o bebé. Segundo John Bowlby há várias formas de comportamentos na fase da &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vinculação&lt;/span&gt;, tais como: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;seguir a mãe e usá-la como base nas suas explorações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- verificar regularmente onde está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- recorrer a ela quando está com medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- tranquilizar-se com a presença da mãe e tocá-la no seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- existe um contacto visual entre a mãe e o bebé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O comportamento de vinculação da criança é mediado por sistemas de comportamento, que tem como objectivo fixo a proximidade da mãe. Esta proximidade é assegurada pela acção conjunta de comportamentos agrupados em três classes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Orientacionais (vista e som)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Sinaléticos (choro, sorriso, balbuceio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Executivos (gestos, seguir, agarrar)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, para que a criança se ligue ao outro, é necessário que distinga o mundo dos objectos do das pessoas, e que, destas pessoas, discrimine os familiares dos estranhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A mãe aparecerá, assim, como o objecto por excelência, uma vez que é o mais familiar, mas mais que objecto, ela estabelece um tipo de interacção particular com o bebé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vínculo&lt;/span&gt; é um factor determinante na vida de uma criança. O contacto físico e emocional é transmitido de uma forma misteriosa entre a Mãe e o Bebé e em que os grandes estudiosos, desta matéria, encontram dificuldades em desmistificar este "fenómeno" interpessoal. No entanto, esta relação pode ser positiva ou negativa e que traz consigo marcas definitivas, na vida de um bebé, que um dia será adulto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Agora...quando não existe a mãe? O que acontece a esse &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vínculo&lt;/span&gt;? Deixa de existir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NÃO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O bebé procurará sempre estabelecer um vínculo com alguém mais próximo de si, o importante é ser na verdade um vínculo positivo, que transmita paz, atenção, amor e carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-116215202038371459?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116215202038371459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/vnculo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116215202038371459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116215202038371459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/vnculo.html' title='Vínculo'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116164275028583380</id><published>2006-10-23T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:41:58.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Explicar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/Jonhy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/400/Jonhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no nosso jardim, no meio de muitas conversas que falamos quando estamos em grupo, surgiu a palavra &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;morte&lt;/span&gt;, entre crianças de 4 anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Iv&lt;/span&gt;- Marta, a minha mãe, ontem, foi com a Lu aos bombeiros e ela morreu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;- Morreu? Morreu como?...eu já vi a Lu, na outra sala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Iv&lt;/span&gt;- Pois, mas ela morreu, fechou os olhos e morreu, mas depois acordou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt;- Mas quando as pessoas morrem não acordam mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;- Então e o que é a morte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt;- É desmaiar e fechar os olhos!...mas, depois se forem ao hospital acordam outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece estranho este tema, mas a verdade é que surge muitas vezes, e sem esperarmos, nas conversas diárias de qualquer jardim de infância...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu pergunto...como se explica a crianças de 4 anos o que é a morte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que elas entendem, ou pensam, na realidade, sobre isso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Procurei algumas respostas e encontrei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Entre os três e os cinco anos de idade, a morte parece um sono ou uma longa viagem. A criança acredita que a pessoa morta pode acordar ou regressar mais tarde. Dos cinco aos nove anos de idade, a realidade da morte é compreendida, mas as crianças têm dificuldade em imaginar que alguém que amam, ou elas mesmas, podem morrer. Em geral, aos nove anos de idade, a irreversibilidade da morte é compreendida e, enquanto que os adolescentes podem regredir para estádios anteriores, elas gostam que os adultos se preocupem com o significado da morte."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brenda Mallon, em Ajudar as Crianças a Ultrapassar as Perdas, estratégias de renovação e crescimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-116164275028583380?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116164275028583380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/como-explicar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116164275028583380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116164275028583380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/como-explicar.html' title='Como Explicar?'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116152773673708000</id><published>2006-10-22T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:40:20.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CATS</title><content type='html'>Bem...é só para dizer que fui ver o "famoso" CATS! Há muitos anos que ouvia falar deste musical e sempre tive desejo de o ver...vi na semana passada, mas só hoje consegui publicar uma apresentação do vídeo...espero que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-Até seria um bom espectáculo para os nossos meninos verem, não fosse ele em inglês e de duração de mais de 2 horas... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LI1DMZ6J_RM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LI1DMZ6J_RM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-116152773673708000?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116152773673708000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/cats.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116152773673708000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116152773673708000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/cats.html' title='CATS'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116121025905024646</id><published>2006-10-18T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:24:19.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/Marcelo%20Guedes.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/400/Marcelo%20Guedes.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto Marcelo Guedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que será que estão a sonhar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-116121025905024646?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116121025905024646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-sonho.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116121025905024646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116121025905024646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-sonho.html' title='O Sonho'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116077151267902912</id><published>2006-10-13T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:12:09.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recortar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/Img023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/200/Img023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recortar, recortar, recortar...porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Porque achamos "giro" ver o papel a ter outras formas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;-Porque podemos escolher o que quisermos para recortar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/Img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/200/Img018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;-Porque aproveitamos e vemos revistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;-Porque gostamos de ver as imagens e comentar sobre elas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/Img025.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/200/Img025.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Porque ficamos felizes por realizar uma tarefa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;-Porque nos divertimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;-Porque, porque...simplesmente, nos apeteceu recortar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-116077151267902912?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116077151267902912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/recortar.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116077151267902912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116077151267902912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/recortar.html' title='Recortar'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116026164973318493</id><published>2006-10-07T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:54:12.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frágil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundoondeexisto.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mundoondeexisto.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A fragilidade deixa-nos assim...suspensos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser pequeno é ser frágil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes sou pequena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&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/35268708-116026164973318493?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116026164973318493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/frgil.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116026164973318493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116026164973318493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/frgil.html' title='Frágil'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116008004798390574</id><published>2006-10-05T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:52:39.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Livre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/Passeio05%20034.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/400/Passeio05%20034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ser criança é ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É falar sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É dizer e sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É esperar e descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É brincar sem ter medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É correr e às vezes cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É experimentar e perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É rir, mas também chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É esperar sempre o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É conhecer o desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É procurar o amor e ser aceite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É nunca desistir de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É sempre acreditar no sonho encantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É ver as cores do arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É nunca deixar de ser criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É simplesmente ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta P. Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A vida nem sempre é justa. As crianças não nascem iguais em direitos. Mas não podemos desistir de contrariar uma certa ordem das coisas, bater à porta do coração e perguntar sem medo: pode-se entrar?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in Preciso de Ti, de Pedro Strecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&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/35268708-116008004798390574?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116008004798390574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/ser-livre.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116008004798390574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116008004798390574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/ser-livre.html' title='Ser Livre'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-116000214184087547</id><published>2006-10-04T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:49:01.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O prometido é devido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tal como prometemos...cá estamos nós de novo, para fazer o nosso &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SOL:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mas o P lembrou-se..."Ainda faltam aquelas coisas...os raios do &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img049.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;E claro...faltavam as nuvens :) Sim, porque nós vimos as nuvens lá fora, no nosso jardim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E cá está o nosso trabalho, não sei se gostaram, mas quanto a nós...divertimo-nos muito &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E já agora deixamos aqui o nosso poema do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OUTONO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outono, Outono&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Árvores a abanar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As folhas a cair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o vento a soprar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-116000214184087547?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/116000214184087547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-prometido-devido.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116000214184087547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/116000214184087547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-prometido-devido.html' title='O prometido é devido'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-115983273202275902</id><published>2006-10-02T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:48:20.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono...contruímos juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chegou o Outono...decidimos construír um placar, juntos, que nos fizesse lembrar...as cores, os alimentos, o cheiro, as canções, os poemas, as conversas, o tempo que faz no Outono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fizémos o &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;céu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img176.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colámos folhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/320/Img193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversámos e fizémos as nossas críticas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I- &lt;/span&gt;Chega...é muito azul!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P- &lt;/span&gt;Não, não, é mesmo assim, eu vi! O céu tem muito azul...eu vi lá fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A- &lt;/span&gt;Marta, podes fazer também o amarelo? Para o sol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P-&lt;/span&gt; Boa ideia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hum...Está bem. Mas tem que ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; amanhã...é que já está na hora do almoço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Está bem, fazemos amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Então fica prometido, amanhã fazemos o sol:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-115983273202275902?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/115983273202275902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/outonocontrumos-juntos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/115983273202275902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/115983273202275902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/10/outonocontrumos-juntos.html' title='Outono...contruímos juntos'/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35268708.post-115957220025157285</id><published>2006-09-29T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:25:41.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/1600/marta3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1112/3921/400/marta3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sabedoria não se encontra no topo de nenhuma montanha nem no último ano de um curso superior. É num pequeno monte de areia do recreio do jardim de infância que se pode aprender tudo o que é necessário saber na vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Partilhar&lt;br /&gt;. Respeitar as regras do jogo&lt;br /&gt;. Não bater em ninguém&lt;br /&gt;. Guardar as coisas no sítio onde estavam&lt;br /&gt;. Manter tudo sempre limpo&lt;br /&gt;. Não mexer nas coisas dos outros&lt;br /&gt;. Pedir desculpa quando se magoa alguém&lt;br /&gt;. Viver uma vida equilibrada: estudar, pensar, desenhar, pintar, cantar, dançar, brincar, trabalhar, fazer de tudo um pouco, todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o segredo duma vida feliz está nas pequenas verdades do dia-a-dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Fulghum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35268708-115957220025157285?l=segredosdojardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/feeds/115957220025157285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/09/sabedoria-no-se-encontra-no-topo-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/115957220025157285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35268708/posts/default/115957220025157285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredosdojardim.blogspot.com/2006/09/sabedoria-no-se-encontra-no-topo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008406964172772952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-rsNs9JwCg/Se9CdPbF66I/AAAAAAAAADs/T9d9x74udi0/S220/2007_0819n%C3%BApcias0144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
