<?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-5681882986044067755</id><updated>2011-09-28T18:12:47.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Arte de Recriar-se</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1553910350678240731</id><published>2011-03-24T04:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T04:51:33.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>finalmente recriei-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;recriei-me aprendi deixar que a vida siga seu curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que tudo flui e que energia estagnada mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quero viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que a mutilação sirva de lição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pro resto dos meus dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o que para morre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;os que não se encontram se perdem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o amor que não é vivido acaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;meu rio segue seu rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seu rio segue o seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;se um dia nos encontrarmos e formos felizes será lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;senão nem nos lembraremos mais do que sentimos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e do que doeu tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24-03-2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patty marques&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1553910350678240731?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1553910350678240731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1553910350678240731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2011/03/finalmente-recriei-me.html' title='finalmente recriei-me'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7236725021375961236</id><published>2011-02-11T22:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:00:29.345-02:00</updated><title type='text'>tentando acertar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyxjD49H6XY/TVXa2-iWrrI/AAAAAAAAArk/l3JDYALtDXQ/s1600/m1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyxjD49H6XY/TVXa2-iWrrI/AAAAAAAAArk/l3JDYALtDXQ/s400/m1.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Passei a vida tentando corrigir os erros que cometi na minha ânsia de acertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7236725021375961236?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7236725021375961236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7236725021375961236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2011/02/passei-vida-tentando-corrigir-os-erros.html' title='tentando acertar...'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyxjD49H6XY/TVXa2-iWrrI/AAAAAAAAArk/l3JDYALtDXQ/s72-c/m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-9165777582977239734</id><published>2011-02-11T22:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:54:45.229-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;... uma das coisas que aprendi é que se deve viver apesar de. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apesar de, se deve comer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apesar de, se deve amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apesar de, se deve morrer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio apesar de que nos empurra para a frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi o apesar de que me deu uma angústia que insatisfeita foi a criadora de minha própria vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-9165777582977239734?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9165777582977239734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9165777582977239734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-234958573152721835</id><published>2011-02-11T22:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:52:39.908-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll28lIczZqc/TVXZeo7IXdI/AAAAAAAAArg/OTJIAVb3tpI/s1600/ale41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll28lIczZqc/TVXZeo7IXdI/AAAAAAAAArg/OTJIAVb3tpI/s320/ale41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...estou procurando, estou procurando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou tentando me entender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tentando dar a alguém o que vivi e não sei a quem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mas não quero ficar com o que vivi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei o que fazer do que vivi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tenho medo dessa desorganização profunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-234958573152721835?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/234958573152721835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/234958573152721835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll28lIczZqc/TVXZeo7IXdI/AAAAAAAAArg/OTJIAVb3tpI/s72-c/ale41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-4680004145747242616</id><published>2011-02-11T20:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:41:54.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://giselle.cfn.blog.br/files/2010/02/lourdes_vierge_grotte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://giselle.cfn.blog.br/files/2010/02/lourdes_vierge_grotte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;obrigada pela graça alcançada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha padreira&lt;br /&gt;Nossa Sra de Lourdes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-4680004145747242616?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4680004145747242616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4680004145747242616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2011/02/obrigada-pela-graca-alcancada-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5474342583381907053</id><published>2011-02-11T20:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:39:19.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lourdes-france.com/images/stories/aleas/gauche5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://www.lourdes-france.com/images/stories/aleas/gauche5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nossa senhora de Lourdes&lt;br /&gt;minha padroeira&lt;br /&gt;dia 11-02-2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada pela graça alcançada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5474342583381907053?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5474342583381907053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5474342583381907053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2011/02/nossa-senhora-de-lourdes-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6409231054255108609</id><published>2011-02-10T23:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:39:15.018-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como é triste saber que não se pode voltar a trás...que o que foi dito e feito não pode ser refeito&lt;br /&gt;que as&amp;nbsp;cicatrizes teimam em sangrar quando respiro, mas só quando respiro..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6409231054255108609?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6409231054255108609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6409231054255108609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-e-triste-saber-que-nao-se-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8482484289233474179</id><published>2010-12-29T00:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:17:50.575-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRIDADE ATUANDO...GEORGE CLOONEY SURPREENDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Funcionários da consciência de George Clooney anti-genocídio organização Not On Our Watch uniram forças com boffins Google para lançar um relógio de fronteira de satélite da área que separa o norte eo sul do Sudão antes da votação da nação para a separação no mês seguinte (Jan10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na sequência de uma recente viagem à nação devastada pela guerra Africano, Clooney advertiu de guerra civil após a votação do Sul, em um referendo secessão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ele pressionou os políticos dos EUA para fazer o que podia para evitar conflitos no Sudão, mas a estrela de cinema teme o pior, com a aproximação grande votação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No entanto, sua Not On Our Watch parceiros estão interessados em que o mundo veja o que está acontecendo na fronteira nas próximas semanas e eles se uniram com o Google para o satélite Sentinel Project, que irá recolher imagens e ajudar a combater os militantes ainda mais para o Sudão apoio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clooney diz: "Queremos que os potenciais perpetradores de genocídio e outros crimes de guerra saibam que nós estamos assistindo, o mundo está assistindo. criminosos de guerra prosperar no escuro. É muito mais difícil de cometer atrocidades em massa no brilho dos holofotes da mídia ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Referendum do sul do Sudão independência ocorre em 09 de janeiro (11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é...parabéns George Clooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&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/5681882986044067755-8482484289233474179?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8482484289233474179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8482484289233474179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebridade-atuandogeorge-clooney.html' title='CELEBRIDADE ATUANDO...GEORGE CLOONEY SURPREENDE'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1473501685934367078</id><published>2010-10-21T03:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T03:05:32.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'>George Clooney pede congelamento das contas do líder do Sudão</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_B6mNWLgg5Y/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_B6mNWLgg5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_B6mNWLgg5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/5681882986044067755-1473501685934367078?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1473501685934367078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1473501685934367078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/10/george-clooney-pede-congelamento-das.html' title='George Clooney pede congelamento das contas do líder do Sudão'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2525199961624194252</id><published>2010-10-17T01:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:06:27.449-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLpoEWlp98I/AAAAAAAAArQ/_DZYpQbIkAo/s1600/445aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLpoEWlp98I/AAAAAAAAArQ/_DZYpQbIkAo/s320/445aa.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que encrenca que as feministas nos arranjaram. Estimularam o pensamento livre, a autoestima, a produtividade e a alegria de trilhar um caminho condizente com nosso potencial. De apêndices dos nossos pais e maridos, passamos a ter um nome próprio e uma vida própria, e acreditamos que isso seria excelente para todos os envolvidos, afinal, os sentimentos ficaram mais honestos, e com eles os relacionamentos. O amor deixou de ser o álibi para um lucrativo arranjo social. Passou a ser mais espontâneo, e as carências de homens e mulheres foram unificadas, já que todos precisam uns dos outros para dividir angústias, trocar carinho, pedir apoio, confessar fraquezas, unir forças no momento das dificuldades. Todos se precisam da mesma forma, não de formas distintas. Mas há quem defenda que homem só precisa de paparico e mulher de quem tome conta dela, punto e basta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginei que em 2010 ainda estaria escrevendo sobre isso. Achei que os homens já tivessem percebido o quanto ganham em ter uma mulher inteira a seu lado, e não um bibelô. Acreditei que a competitividade tivesse dado lugar a um companheirismo mais saudável e excitante, onde todos pudessem se orgulhar dos seus avanços e se apoiar nas quedas, mas que iludida: isso é coisa pra meia dúzia de emancipada, filha. Essas mulheres aí que não cozinham, não passam, não lavam, só evoluem, essas não são exemplo pra ninguém, são umas coitadas de umas infelizes que pagam as contas e ainda se acham divertidas, se fazem de inteligentes, querem bater perna em Nova York, pois vão arder no fogo do inferno, vão amargar na solidão, vão se arrepender de ter lido aquela Simone de Beauvoir, vão morrer abraçadas aos seus laptops, aqui se faz, aqui se paga, escreve aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamo ferrada. &lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2525199961624194252?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2525199961624194252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2525199961624194252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-encrenca-que-as-feministas-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLpoEWlp98I/AAAAAAAAArQ/_DZYpQbIkAo/s72-c/445aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-342344070770861415</id><published>2010-10-10T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:57:08.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLIaH4wQpyI/AAAAAAAAArI/2w7Hqs4t8sg/s1600/1105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLIaH4wQpyI/AAAAAAAAArI/2w7Hqs4t8sg/s400/1105.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo em mim tem sido esta vontade de afagar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há tempos não me ocupo com outra coisa: em tudo que toco ou manuseio há o propósito de cura através do calor das minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo em mim tem sido a necessidade de vivenciar profundamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se as palavras têm estado ausentes, aceito este recolhimento delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E espero que voltem com um coração pulsando muito vivo dentro de cada uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por isso a vontade de experienciar cada sensação plenamente antes de tentar decifrar organizando em textos o que tenho sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dentro dessa minha desaceleração, tenho descoberto muita coisa como, por exemplo, quão necessário é saber receber amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deixar que tudo seja troca antes de ser um troféu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deixar que o caos se mantenha intacto antes que haja ajustes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ando muito comprometida com as essências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E com um respeito súbito, a partir daí, pelas aparências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não vejo menores importâncias, vejo acontecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E tenho olhado pras coisas sem aquela grande gravidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo em mim tem sido esta disposição para o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E, se vocês pudessem me ver agora, veriam, existe caricia até no meu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Marla de Queiroz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-342344070770861415?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/342344070770861415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/342344070770861415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/10/tudo-em-mim-tem-sido-esta-vontade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLIaH4wQpyI/AAAAAAAAArI/2w7Hqs4t8sg/s72-c/1105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1209614959889015942</id><published>2010-10-10T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:51:19.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLIYs_NCccI/AAAAAAAAArA/S7Garfy-nZo/s1600/118688069.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLIYs_NCccI/AAAAAAAAArA/S7Garfy-nZo/s320/118688069.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olhando daqui, percebo que pessoas e circunstâncias tiveram um propósito maior na minha vida do que muitas vezes, no momento de cada uma, eu soube, pude, aceitei, ler.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parece-me, agora, que cada uma, no seu próprio tempo, do seu próprio modo, veio somar para que eu chegasse até aqui, embora algumas vezes, no calor da emoção da vez, eu tenha me rendido à enganosa impressão de que veio subtrair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A vida tem uma sabedoria que nem sempre alcanço, mas que eu tenho aprendido a respeitar, cada vez com mais fé e liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O tempo, de vento em vento, desmanchou o penteado arrumadinho de várias certezas que eu tinha, e algumas vezes descabelou completamente a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo que isso tenha me assustado muito aqui e ali, no somatório de tudo, foi graça, alívio e abertura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente não precisa de certezas estáticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente precisa é aprender a manha de saber se reinventar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De se tornar manhã novíssima depois de cada longa noite escura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De duvidar até acreditar com o coração isento das crenças alheias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente precisa é saber criar espaço, não importa o tamanho dos apertos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente precisa é de um olhar fresco, que não envelhece, apesar de tudo o que já viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É de um amor que não enruga, apesar das memórias todas na pele do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente precisa é deixar de ser sobrevivente para, finalmente, viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente precisa mesmo é aprender a ser feliz a partir do único lugar onde a felicidade pode começar, florir, esparramar seus ramos, compartilhar seus frutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo o que eu vivi me trouxe até aqui e sou grata a tudo, invariavelmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Curvo meu coração em reverência a todos os mestres, espalhados pelos meus caminhos todos, vestidos de tantos jeitos, algumas vezes disfarçados de dor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1209614959889015942?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1209614959889015942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1209614959889015942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/10/olhando-daqui-percebo-que-pessoas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TLIYs_NCccI/AAAAAAAAArA/S7Garfy-nZo/s72-c/118688069.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2698653148748214739</id><published>2010-10-05T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:14:31.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RECRIANDO A SUA LEMBRANÇA...OLHE O QUE FOI BOM ! VC TENTOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TKqOnte-taI/AAAAAAAAAqw/y7bcxMuJsJg/s1600/2388955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TKqOnte-taI/AAAAAAAAAqw/y7bcxMuJsJg/s400/2388955.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Recriar a sua história é possível..relembre ...volte até aquele momento ou situação traumática, sabe aquela que quando você se lembra ainda doí?&amp;nbsp;Que&amp;nbsp;você ainda&amp;nbsp;chora e fica remoendo o que você poderia ter feito diferente? Como você poderia ter agido para transformar o que não foi bom em algo lindo e próximo do que vc sonhou?Sabe aquele dia em que todos os sonhos vieram abaixo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reavalie o que vc viveu naqueles dias,o que vc sentiu, o quanto vc investiu e perceba que &amp;nbsp;naquelas circunstâncias vc só poderia ter feito o que vc fez,&amp;nbsp; a ideia era ser feliz,...não aconteceu como vc sonhou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vc não soube reagir ao inesperado de forma diferente do que aprendeu desde criança, vc é humana e agiu como qualquer um faria, usando os recursos que te deram desde o berço, vc aprendeu&amp;nbsp; a reagir assim e ele poderia ter te amado ...sim ninguem é perfeito! Nem vc e nem ele! Ele poderia ter te entendido...pare de se culpar e pare de culpa-lo!Ele tbm reagiu como sabia!Ninguem teve culpa! Não existe culpa, vc foi o que vc pôde, naquele momento, vinda de tanta expectativa, sonhos e mais sonhos...ah vc fez o que era possivel !Vcs fizeram o que era possivel ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;A verdade e que vc foi forte, vc queria chorar e não parar mais e talvez se vc tivesse sido assim sincera tudo fosse diferente ou não...nunca vc vai saber então PARE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Pare de achar que seria diferente e melhor se vc tivesse feito isso e ele aquilo...aconteceu, foi o que tinha que ser e agora chore e perdoe-se, perdoe a ele , aos dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;A vivência trouxe aprendizagem, testou sua força,houve danos? Faz parte da vida, viver implica correr riscos e eventuais danos..paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo isso quer dizer que vc viveu...que você experimentou, fez bobagens? Fez sim...&amp;nbsp;não fuga, mas lembre-se delas como exemplo e perdoe-se para poder viver novamente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Recrie a sua história, lembre-se da ternura, do amor imenso e único que vc sentiu e como vc esperou e investiu ...sorria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sorria ao lembrar como vc foi atrás do seu sonho...não deu, meteu os pés pelas mãos..lembre-se vcs 2 se confundiram, relações afetivas são plenas de contradições, é preciso 2 para dar certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Teve momentos lindos? Se sentiu amada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Então é essa memória que vc vai levar daqui pra frente! Vc foi amada, amou e viveu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Lembrar-se disso e sorria sempre até que vc só se recorde do que foi lindo...e assim sua história é transformada, as magoas vão embora e se vc perdeu, perdeu tentando, saiu do sonho e&amp;nbsp;foi buscar o amor na realidade e é isso que te torna uma pessoa de valor, te torna uma mulher unica e de respeito !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Não ficou com ele? Paciência... não era o seu destino e prometa-se que de hj em diante vc vai lembrar-se só dos momentos de ternura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;sorria ao recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;(patty marques)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2698653148748214739?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2698653148748214739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2698653148748214739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/10/recriando-sua-lembrancaolhe-o-que-foi.html' title='RECRIANDO A SUA LEMBRANÇA...OLHE O QUE FOI BOM ! VC TENTOU!'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TKqOnte-taI/AAAAAAAAAqw/y7bcxMuJsJg/s72-c/2388955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3037954609959178700</id><published>2010-10-03T02:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T03:00:57.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RECRIANDO  A RELAÇÃO COM O SEU PENSAMENTO...OSHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJg42n2Zk-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/SwhAfuAiUk8/s1600/ERMINIA.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJg42n2Zk-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/SwhAfuAiUk8/s400/ERMINIA.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Feche seus olhos, então focalize ambos os olhos bem no meio das duas sobrancelhas, como se você estivesse olhando lá com os seus dois olhos. Dê total atenção a isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No ponto certo, subitamente seus olhos ficarão fixos. E se a sua atenção estiver lá, você irá experienciar um estranho fenômeno: pela primeira vez você verá pensamentos passando diante de você; você se tornará uma testemunha. É como uma cena de um filme: pensamentos passando e você é uma testemunha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Geralmente você não é a testemunha, você fica identificado com pensamentos. Se a raiva está lá, você fica raivoso. Se um pensamento lhe move, você não é a testemunha; você se torna um com o pensamento, identificado, e você se move junto com ele. Você se torna o pensamento; você toma a forma do pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando sexo aparece, você se torna sexual, quando aparece a raiva, você fica raivoso, quando a ambição aparece, você se torna ambicioso. Qualquer pensamento que se mova se torna identificado com você; não há nenhum intervalo entre você e o pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas focalizado no terceiro olho, subitamente você se torna a testemunha. Através do terceiro olho você pode ver os pensamentos passando como nuvens no céu ou como pessoas transitando pelas ruas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Osho, em "The Book of Secrets"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3037954609959178700?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3037954609959178700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3037954609959178700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/10/feche-seus-olhos-entao-focalize-ambos.html' title='RECRIANDO  A RELAÇÃO COM O SEU PENSAMENTO...OSHO'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJg42n2Zk-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/SwhAfuAiUk8/s72-c/ERMINIA.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3751462633945376256</id><published>2010-09-29T23:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:05:28.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqiVFR6aukI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UQh8NrK956U/s1600/casalchuva.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqiVFR6aukI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UQh8NrK956U/s400/casalchuva.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Que seja doce o dia quando eu abrir as janelas e me lembrar de você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sejam doces os finais de tardes, inclusive os de segunda-feira - quando começa a contagem regressiva para o final de semana chegar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja doce a espera pelas mensagens, ligações e e-mails bonitinhos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja (mais do que) doce a voz ao falar no telefone. Que seja doce o seu cheiro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja doce o seu jeito, seus olhares, seu receio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja doce o seu modo de andar, de sentir, de demonstrar afeto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sejam doces suas expressões faciais, até o levantar de sobrancelha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja doce a leveza que eu sentirei ao seu lado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja doce a ausência do meu medo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja doce o seu abraço. Que seja doce o modo como você irá segurar na minha mão." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3751462633945376256?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3751462633945376256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3751462633945376256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-seja-doce-o-dia-quando-eu-abrir-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqiVFR6aukI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UQh8NrK956U/s72-c/casalchuva.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5327489444260922372</id><published>2010-09-29T18:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:50:48.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/ScClXuopynI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UhLVQdgzd90/s1600/van+gogh7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/ScClXuopynI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UhLVQdgzd90/s400/van+gogh7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;A vida é seu próprio propósito; ela não é um meio para algum fim, ela é um fim em si mesma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;O pássaro nas asas, a rosa ao vento, o sol surgindo na manhã, as estrelas na noite, um homem apaixonado por uma mulher, uma criança brincando na rua... não existe nenhum propósito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Vida simplesmente desfrutando de si mesma, deleitando-se nela mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Energia transbordando, dançando, sem absolutamente nenhum propósito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;osho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5327489444260922372?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5327489444260922372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5327489444260922372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/vida-e-seu-proprio-proposito-ela-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/ScClXuopynI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UhLVQdgzd90/s72-c/van+gogh7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3761199423857175910</id><published>2010-09-29T18:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:48:47.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer pessoa que ame a vida é jovem — mesmo que esteja em seu leito de morte, se amar a vida é jovem.Osho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3761199423857175910?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3761199423857175910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3761199423857175910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/qualquer-pessoa-que-ame-vida-e-jovem.html' title='Qualquer pessoa que ame a vida é jovem — mesmo que esteja em seu leito de morte, se amar a vida é jovem.Osho'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7998813615177076215</id><published>2010-09-29T18:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:41:47.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Sabe, para mim a vida é um punhado de lantejoulas e purpurina que o vento sopra. Daqui a pouco tudo vai ser passado mesmo - deixa o vento soprar, let it be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;fique pelo menos com o gostinho de ter brilhado um pouco.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&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/5681882986044067755-7998813615177076215?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7998813615177076215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7998813615177076215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabe-para-mim-vida-e-um-punhado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2944683737377659264</id><published>2010-09-28T19:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:59:28.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recriando a verdade na relação -por Osho</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TKJxZpxtsCI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9KiMo_cZMZk/s1600/ale57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TKJxZpxtsCI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9KiMo_cZMZk/s320/ale57.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhum relacionamento pode crescer se você continuar evitando se expor. Se você continuar sendo astuto, erguendo salvaguardas, se protegendo, só as personalidades se encontrarão e os centros essenciais continuarão sozinhos. Só a sua máscara estará se relacionando, não você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre que algo assim acontece, existem quatro pessoas no relacionamento, não duas. Duas pessoas falsas continuam se encontrando, e duas pessoas verdadeiras continuam separadas uma da outra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existe um risco. Se você for verdadeiro, ninguém sabe se esse relacionamento será capaz de compreender a verdade, a autenticidade; se esse relacionamento será forte o suficiente para vencer a tempestade. Existe um risco, e, por causa dele, as pessoas continuam se protegendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas dizem o que deve ser dito, fazem o que deve ser feito. O amor se torna algo como um dever. Mas assim a realidade continua faminta, e a essência não é alimentada, e vai ficando cada vez mais triste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As mentiras da personalidade são um fardo muito pesado para a essência, para a alma. O risco é real, e não existem garantias, mas eu lhe digo que o risco vale a pena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No máximo, o relacionamento pode acabar. Mas é melhor se separar e ser verdadeiro do que ser falso e viver com outra pessoa, pois esse relacionamento nunca será gratificante. As bênçãos nunca recairão sobre vocês. Você continuará faminto e sedento, e você continuará se arrastando pela vida, só esperando que algum milagre aconteça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que o milagre aconteça, você precisa fazer alguma coisa: comece sendo verdadeiro, com risco de que o relacionamento não possa ser forte o bastante para resistir a isso. A verdade pode ser dura demais, insuportável, mas nesse caso o relacionamento não vale a pena. Por isso é preciso passar pelo teste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois que for verdadeiro, todo o restante se torna possível. Se você for falso — só uma fachada, uma coisa artificial, um rosto, uma máscara — nada é possível. Porque com o falso, só o falso acontece; com o verdadeiro, só a verdade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu entendo o seu problema. Esse é o problema de todos os casais: eles têm medo dessa atitude de ir mais fundo. Eles vivem perguntando se esse relacionamento será forte o bastante para suportar a verdade. Mas como você vai saber de antemão? Não há como saber. A pessoa precisa fazer para saber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como você vai saber, sentado na sua casa, se conseguirá vencer a tormenta e o vento lá fora? Você nunca esteve numa tormenta. Vá e veja. Tentativa e erro é a única maneira — vá e veja. Talvez você seja derrotado, mas até nessa derrota você se tornará mais forte do que é agora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se uma experiência derrota você, depois outra e outra, pouco a pouco a própria vivência da tempestade vai tornando você mais forte. Chega um dia em que você simplesmente começa a se deliciar com a tempestade, você simplesmente começa a dançar na tempestade. Então ela deixa de ser sua inimiga. Isso também é uma oportunidade — uma oportunidade delirante — para ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembre-se, o ser nunca acontece de modo confortável; do contrário aconteceria a todos. Ele não pode acontecer de modo conveniente; de outro modo todo mundo teria o seu próprio ser autêntico sem nenhum problema. O ser só acontece quando você assume riscos, quando você enfrenta o perigo. E o amor é o maior perigo que existe. Ele exige você totalmente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto não tenha medo, mergulhe de cabeça. Se o relacionamento sobreviver à verdade, será maravilhoso. Se ele perecer, isso também é bom, porque um relacionamento falso chegou ao fim, e agora você poderá iniciar outro — mais verdadeiro, mais sólido, mais relacionado à essência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Osho, em "A Essência do Amor: Como Amar com Consciência e se Relacionar Sem Medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2944683737377659264?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2944683737377659264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2944683737377659264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/recriando-verdade-na-relacao-por-osho.html' title='Recriando a verdade na relação -por Osho'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TKJxZpxtsCI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9KiMo_cZMZk/s72-c/ale57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7681985351834865581</id><published>2010-09-28T00:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:12:57.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Felicidade é boa saúde e má memória." (Ingrid Bergman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7681985351834865581?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7681985351834865581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7681985351834865581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/felicidade-e-boa-saude-e-ma-memoria.html' title='&quot;Felicidade é boa saúde e má memória.&quot; (Ingrid Bergman)'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1198764914046272025</id><published>2010-09-27T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:19:47.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lucidez perigosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;larice Lispector&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sentindo uma clareza tão grande&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me anula como pessoa atual e comum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é uma lucidez vazia, como explicar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assim como um cálculo matemático perfeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do qual, no entanto, não se precise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou por assim dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vendo claramente o vazio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nem entendo aquilo que entendo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois estou infinitamente maior que eu mesma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e não me alcanço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Além do que:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que faço dessa lucidez?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei também que esta minha lucidez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode-se tornar o inferno humano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- já me aconteceu antes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois sei que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- em termos de nossa diária&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e permanente acomodação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resignada à irrealidade -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;essa clareza de realidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é um risco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apagai, pois, minha flama, Deus,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque ela não me serve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para viver os dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajudai-me a de novo consistir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos modos possíveis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu consisto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu consisto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1198764914046272025?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1198764914046272025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1198764914046272025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/lucidez-perigosa-c-larice-lispector.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-271550228043525455</id><published>2010-09-25T16:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:01:23.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJ5UCzZovbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PLqJH0Qdfj0/s1600/03_07_2008_0516353001215077615_michael_kellenter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJ5UCzZovbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PLqJH0Qdfj0/s400/03_07_2008_0516353001215077615_michael_kellenter.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIZENDO ADEUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sempre dando adeus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;também ao desencontro e ao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desencanto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sempre me despedindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do ponto de partida que me lança de si,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do porto de chegada que nunca é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sempre dizendo adeus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até a Deus,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para o reencontrar em outra esquina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de adeuses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estarei sempre de partida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até o momento de sermos deuses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando me fizeres dar adeus à solidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e à sombra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lia luft&lt;/strong&gt;&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;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;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;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-271550228043525455?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/271550228043525455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/271550228043525455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/dizendo-adeus-estou-sempre-dando-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJ5UCzZovbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PLqJH0Qdfj0/s72-c/03_07_2008_0516353001215077615_michael_kellenter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6207008660892363447</id><published>2010-09-23T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:53:29.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJrO87zJu_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/CiEIE5dwEAY/s1600/absynto+(46).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJrO87zJu_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/CiEIE5dwEAY/s400/absynto+(46).jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Goza a euforia do voo do anjo perdido em ti. Não indagues se nossas estradas, tempo e vento, desabam no abismo. Que sabes tu do fim? Se temes que o teu mistério seja uma noite, enche-a de estrelas. Conserva a ilusão de que teu voo te leva sempre para o mais alto. No deslumbramento da ascensão, se pressentires que amanhã estarás mudo, esgota como um pássaro, as canções que tens na garganta. Canta! Canta para conservar uma ilusão de festa e vitória. Talvez as canções adormeçam as feras que esperam devorar o pássaro. Desde que nasceste não és mais que um voo no tempo. Rumo ao céu? Que importa a rota! Voa e canta, enquanto resistirem tuas asas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Menoquia del Pichia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6207008660892363447?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6207008660892363447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6207008660892363447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/goza-euforia-do-voo-do-anjo-perdido-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJrO87zJu_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/CiEIE5dwEAY/s72-c/absynto+(46).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-4040171206277202403</id><published>2010-09-21T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:03:40.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJjWl0PSIlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/M59iEjRkl9c/s1600/ATgAAACv-WES6ZIbkhqae3JAB3fdrNEbtmLCrIPmxZBhVHnOqdFjfYakNcEbXfIgpLY77egl06H0Ef0wz2ZVG0Qt5mRTAJtU9VCd9la0HfOUbe6Z4hxWUxeQ9IDIjg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJjWl0PSIlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/M59iEjRkl9c/s320/ATgAAACv-WES6ZIbkhqae3JAB3fdrNEbtmLCrIPmxZBhVHnOqdFjfYakNcEbXfIgpLY77egl06H0Ef0wz2ZVG0Qt5mRTAJtU9VCd9la0HfOUbe6Z4hxWUxeQ9IDIjg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;que eu saiba perdoar e aceitar todas as dores que me inflingiram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;que eu lembre como se sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;que cada manhã eu traga essa&amp;nbsp;prece nos labios e no coração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;-que eu veja o melhor do outro-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;-que eu possa mostrar o meu melhor-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;Patty Marques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-4040171206277202403?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4040171206277202403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4040171206277202403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-eu-saiba-perdoar-e-aceitar-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJjWl0PSIlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/M59iEjRkl9c/s72-c/ATgAAACv-WES6ZIbkhqae3JAB3fdrNEbtmLCrIPmxZBhVHnOqdFjfYakNcEbXfIgpLY77egl06H0Ef0wz2ZVG0Qt5mRTAJtU9VCd9la0HfOUbe6Z4hxWUxeQ9IDIjg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3635512470100907813</id><published>2010-09-21T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T01:50:31.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Se houver um tempo de retorno ,eu volto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subirei, empurrando a alma com meu sangue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por labirintos e paradoxos - até inundar novamente o coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Terei, quem sabe, o mesmo ardor de antigamente.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lia Luft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3635512470100907813?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3635512470100907813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3635512470100907813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/houver-um-tempo-de-retorno-eu-volto.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8831228618566732298</id><published>2010-09-20T00:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:24:51.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RECRIANDO NOSSA VISÃO DA NATUREZA E DO FUTURO</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJbXZRsfBTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3MqQk3D8kzA/s1600/pantanal12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJbXZRsfBTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3MqQk3D8kzA/s400/pantanal12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;TUCANO&lt;br /&gt;Pantanal&lt;br /&gt;Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Que nossos descendentes possam admirar essas espécies ...&lt;br /&gt;cuidemos disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-8831228618566732298?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8831228618566732298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8831228618566732298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/tucano-pantanal-brasil-podemos-e.html' title='RECRIANDO NOSSA VISÃO DA NATUREZA E DO FUTURO'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJbXZRsfBTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3MqQk3D8kzA/s72-c/pantanal12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7203116963575743210</id><published>2010-09-19T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:41:52.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJYgTM5oBKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/PPW04_nOHtI/s1600/ale38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJYgTM5oBKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/PPW04_nOHtI/s400/ale38.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que eu saiba&amp;nbsp; Senhor, aceitar o meu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que eu tenha serenidade para enfrentar o resultado das decisões do passado e que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me perdoe ...me perdoe e assim recrie a minha história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me desculpando e me aceitando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obrigada meu Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;por eu ainda ser capaz de me perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7203116963575743210?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7203116963575743210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7203116963575743210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-eu-saiba-senhor-aceitar-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJYgTM5oBKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/PPW04_nOHtI/s72-c/ale38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7114133601526025303</id><published>2010-09-17T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:34:22.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJLhTRVJRmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AVICBfmY6O0/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJLhTRVJRmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AVICBfmY6O0/s400/untitled.bmp" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Amanhã, depois, acontece de novo, não fecho nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;não fechamos nada, continuamos vivos e atrás da felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a próxima vez vai ser ainda quem sabe mais celestial que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;desta, mais infernal também, pode ser, deixa pintar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7114133601526025303?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7114133601526025303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7114133601526025303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/amanha-depois-acontece-de-novo-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJLhTRVJRmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AVICBfmY6O0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3629265359009675535</id><published>2010-09-17T00:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:23:38.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUSPLANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJLe_M_wPQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/tjsKZ6qXSCE/s1600/Fee2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJLe_M_wPQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/tjsKZ6qXSCE/s400/Fee2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Enumero proposições como: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a ser uma pessoa menos banal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a ser mais forte, mais seguro, mais sereno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mais feliz, a navegar com um mínimo de dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Essas coisas todas que decidimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fazer ou nos tornar, quando algo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;supúnhamos grande, acaba, e não há &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nada a ser feito a não ser continuar vivendo...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3629265359009675535?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3629265359009675535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3629265359009675535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/meusplanos.html' title='MEUSPLANOS'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJLe_M_wPQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/tjsKZ6qXSCE/s72-c/Fee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1045375693799028559</id><published>2010-09-15T18:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:43:41.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJE9xJvNpMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/6F8DA7dDvd4/s1600/1197205773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJE9xJvNpMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/6F8DA7dDvd4/s320/1197205773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1045375693799028559?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1045375693799028559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1045375693799028559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TJE9xJvNpMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/6F8DA7dDvd4/s72-c/1197205773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6959562119275080152</id><published>2010-09-15T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:40:26.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DO EU PARA O NÓS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Após varias torres internas virem abaixo, aprendi a reconstruir a minha forma de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;O que antes era instintivo agora passa pelo crivo da razão, agora faço uma opção, se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;amo tomo decisões que implicam em tornar o amor possível, pois além da emoção que me invade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;eu sei que o amor é definitivamente a disposição em amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dai para manter um amor, abro mão da minha liberdade, pois cada decisão minha afeta quem me ama, portanto não sendo mais um ser solitário,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;penso em&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt; e esse nós implica em grandes prazeres e grandes doações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ser &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt; é pensar que cada atitude minha vai afetar o meu companheiro, cada decisão terá consequência, não só na minha vida como também na dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Portanto agora a vida passa a ser uma liberdade relativa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Com certa angustia, aceito que daqui pra frente, o meu caminho é dividido pela minha vontade com a vontade dele, que a minha alegria está ligada a dele,existe um nosso destino, que meus prazeres passam pelos prazeres dele e que assim nessa mistura de vontades e decisões vamos construir algo sólido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Para essa nova etapa é necessário que meu amor também assuma esta postura , pois suas atitudes e decisões afetam a minha vida de todas as formas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;quando se decide dividir uma vida e um destino entregamos não só nossas emoções ao &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt;, mas também &amp;nbsp;nossa saúde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E a&amp;nbsp;nossa possibilidade de vida se torna agora , uma nossa possibilidade de vida,&amp;nbsp; assim abro meu coração ao &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt; para que vivamos,uma&amp;nbsp;nossa realidade , a realidade de compartilhar e se responsabilizar pela vida do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6959562119275080152?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6959562119275080152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6959562119275080152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-eu-para-o-nos.html' title='DO EU PARA O NÓS'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8226877264362255048</id><published>2010-09-14T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:03:32.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TI__DFznEiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/eSRYcu4IBA0/s1600/ale62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TI__DFznEiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/eSRYcu4IBA0/s400/ale62.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;“O tempo não cura tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Aliás, o tempo não cura nada ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;O tempo apenas tira o incurável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Do centro das atenções. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-8226877264362255048?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8226877264362255048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8226877264362255048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-tempo-nao-cura-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TI__DFznEiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/eSRYcu4IBA0/s72-c/ale62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2985608175523833752</id><published>2010-09-14T03:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T03:11:23.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca é tarde demais pra começar tudo de novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2985608175523833752?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2985608175523833752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2985608175523833752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/nunca-e-tarde-demais-pra-comecar-tudo.html' title='Nunca é tarde demais pra começar tudo de novo...'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-9139594429339399617</id><published>2010-09-14T02:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T02:41:26.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que tal recriar seu amor próprio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"E tô achando bom, tô repetindo que bom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus, que sou capaz de estar vivo sem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vampirizar ninguém, que bom que sou forte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que bom que suporto, que bom que sou criativo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e até me divirto e descubro a gota de mel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meio do fel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colei aquele "Eu Amo Você" no espelho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É pra mim mesmo".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-9139594429339399617?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9139594429339399617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9139594429339399617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-tal-recriar-seu-amor-proprio.html' title='Que tal recriar seu amor próprio'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6594344965127548451</id><published>2010-09-14T02:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T02:27:36.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'>recriando a possibilidade de amar de novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Então é assim, você tem que aceitar o fim , doi muito, mas como é a realidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;não dá pra fugir..você sofre que acha até que não vale a pena continuar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Afinal nessa altura da vida um amor assim tão forte, tão verdadeiro é muito delicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;diferente das paixões que você teve aos 20 ou 30 , agora parece um ultimo suspiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;dai é questão de sobrevivência que desta vez dê certo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Mas não deu...fazer o que? morrer? viajar? Fugir seja lá como for da dor da desesperança? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Da dor&amp;nbsp;de nunca mais amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Porque no final é disso você tem mêdo que como seus ovulos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;o amor também esteja nos seus ultimos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;representantes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Sua juventude foi e ele roubou isso de você ...seus ultimos ovulos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Então o que fazer...recriar uma força, uma nova forma de olhar os ovulos indo embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;o amor indo embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;a esperança indo..epaaaaa a esperança não!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Segura&amp;nbsp; essa porque é dela que você vai precisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Invente uma esperança e olhe para os lados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;talvez você encontre alguem que te faça amar de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;parece impossivel , eu sei...mas tente, afinal qual a outra alternativa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6594344965127548451?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6594344965127548451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6594344965127548451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/recriando-possibilidade-de-amar-de-novo.html' title='recriando a possibilidade de amar de novo'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2620183736781725228</id><published>2010-09-12T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:12:26.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;" Sobreviver, afinal, é, ininterruptamente, recomeçar a viver".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TI00Ax9I2LI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vvNS9abCDR8/s1600/0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TI00Ax9I2LI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vvNS9abCDR8/s400/0038.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone de Beauvoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2620183736781725228?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2620183736781725228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2620183736781725228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobreviver-afinal-e-ininterruptamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TI00Ax9I2LI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vvNS9abCDR8/s72-c/0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7957121334847771540</id><published>2010-08-31T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:32:28.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seguir um novo camnho assusta, gera ansiedade e mêdo do novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TH2fB2SfcyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Bh_SXDo1NEs/s1600/ale36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TH2fB2SfcyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Bh_SXDo1NEs/s320/ale36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque o que desconhecemos nos parece sempre amendrontador?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como tudo, na verdade é novo, cada dia é uma nova experiencia, mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando buscamos novos rumos tudo se complica porque perdemos a rotina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perder a monotona rotina que por vezes é destruidora de todo prazer trás consigo o mêdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para isso gosto da visão de Lia Luft "Se não conheço os mapas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escolho o imprevisto: qualquer sinal é um bom presságio."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7957121334847771540?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7957121334847771540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7957121334847771540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/08/seguir-um-novo-camnho-assusta-gera.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/TH2fB2SfcyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Bh_SXDo1NEs/s72-c/ale36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8677786176148326219</id><published>2010-01-11T20:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:15:29.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/S0uiz_2j3qI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c7ZEstoHZbo/s1600-h/ale+trem6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/S0uiz_2j3qI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c7ZEstoHZbo/s640/ale+trem6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-8677786176148326219?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8677786176148326219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8677786176148326219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/S0uiz_2j3qI/AAAAAAAAAjk/c7ZEstoHZbo/s72-c/ale+trem6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-4212839597779418074</id><published>2009-12-13T09:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:47:35.420-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SyTUTmjK1fI/AAAAAAAAAiM/QyAyyo3inQM/s1600-h/115663_357_443_ArtFile_ru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SyTNJKjPQhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/pBEer0ktlCk/s400/75eb7b53de0100%5B1%5D-742159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414678209340850706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que me esquivo e deslizo por entre as chamas do pequeno fogo, &lt;br /&gt;porque elas queimam - e queimar também destrói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-657961077071510275?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/657961077071510275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/657961077071510275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-recomecar-e-doloroso.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SyTNJKjPQhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/pBEer0ktlCk/s72-c/75eb7b53de0100%5B1%5D-742159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-4793492798091324726</id><published>2009-11-14T17:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:17:40.463-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAR É TRANSGREDIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sv8CQNiMhBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QtZx-D0FhJU/s1600-h/ale3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sv8CQNiMhBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QtZx-D0FhJU/s400/ale3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404040555402134546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENSAR É TRANSGREDIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lembro em que momento percebi que viver deveria ser uma permanente reinvenção de nós mesmos — para não morrermos soterrados na poeira da banalidade embora pareça que ainda estamos vivos. &lt;br /&gt;Mas compreendi, num lampejo: então é isso, então é assim. Apesar dos medos, convém não ser demais fútil nem demais acomodada. Algumas vezes é preciso pegar o touro pelos chifres, mergulhar para depois ver o que acontece: porque a vida não tem de ser sorvida como uma taça que se esvazia, mas como o jarro que se renova a cada gole bebido. &lt;br /&gt;Para reinventar-se é preciso pensar: isso aprendi muito cedo. &lt;br /&gt;Apalpar, no nevoeiro de quem somos, algo que pareça uma essência: isso, mais ou menos, sou eu. Isso é o que eu queria ser, acredito ser, quero me tornar ou já fui. Muita inquietação por baixo das águas do cotidiano. Mais cômodo seria ficar com o travesseiro sobre a cabeça e adotar o lema reconfortante: "Parar pra pensar, nem pensar!" &lt;br /&gt;O problema é que quando menos se espera ele chega, o sorrateiro pensamento que nos faz parar. Pode ser no meio do shopping, no trânsito, na frente da tevê ou do computador. Simplesmente escovando os dentes. Ou na hora da droga, do sexo sem afeto, do desafeto, do rancor, da lamúria, da hesitação e da resignação. &lt;br /&gt;Sem ter programado, a gente pára pra pensar. &lt;br /&gt;Pode ser um susto: como espiar de um berçário confortável para um corredor com mil possibilidades. Cada porta, uma escolha. Muitas vão se abrir para um nada ou para algum absurdo. Outras, para um jardim de promessas. Alguma, para a noite além da cerca. Hora de tirar os disfarces, aposentar as máscaras e reavaliar: reavaliar-se. &lt;br /&gt;Pensar pede audácia, pois refletir é transgredir a ordem do superficial que nos pressiona tanto. &lt;br /&gt;Somos demasiado frívolos: buscamos o atordoamento das mil distrações, corremos de um lado a outro achando que somos grandes cumpridores de tarefas. Quando o primeiro dever seria de vez em quando parar e analisar: quem a gente é, o que fazemos com a nossa vida, o tempo, os amores. E com as obrigações também, é claro, pois não temos sempre cinco anos de idade, quando a prioridade absoluta é dormir abraçado no urso de pelúcia e prosseguir, no sono, o sonho que afinal nessa idade ainda é a vida. &lt;br /&gt;Mas pensar não é apenas a ameaça de enfrentar a alma no espelho: é sair para as varandas de si mesmo e olhar em torno, e quem sabe finalmente respirar. &lt;br /&gt;Compreender: somos inquilinos de algo bem maior do que o nosso pequeno segredo individual. É o poderoso ciclo da existência. Nele todos os desastres e toda a beleza têm significado como fases de um processo. &lt;br /&gt;Se nos escondermos num canto escuro abafando nossos questionamentos, não escutaremos o rumor do vento nas árvores do mundo. Nem compreenderemos que o prato das inevitáveis perdas pode pesar menos do que o dos possíveis ganhos. &lt;br /&gt;Os ganhos ou os danos dependem da perspectiva e possibilidades de quem vai tecendo a sua história. O mundo em si não tem sentido sem o nosso olhar que lhe atribui identidade, sem o nosso pensamento que lhe confere alguma ordem. &lt;br /&gt;Viver, como talvez morrer, é recriar-se: a vida não está aí apenas para ser suportada nem vivida, mas elaborada. Eventualmente reprogramada. Conscientemente executada. Muitas vezes, ousada. &lt;br /&gt;Parece fácil: "escrever a respeito das coisas é fácil", já me disseram. Eu sei. Mas não é preciso realizar nada de espetacular, nem desejar nada excepcional. Não é preciso nem mesmo ser brilhante, importante, admirado. &lt;br /&gt;Para viver de verdade, pensando e repensando a existência, para que ela valha a pena, é preciso ser amado; e amar; e amar-se. Ter esperança; qualquer esperança. &lt;br /&gt;Questionar o que nos é imposto, sem rebeldias insensatas mas sem demasiada sensatez. Saborear o bom, mas aqui e ali enfrentar o ruim. Suportar sem se submeter, aceitar sem se humilhar, entregar-se sem renunciar a si mesmo e à possível dignidade. &lt;br /&gt;Sonhar, porque se desistimos disso apaga-se a última claridade e nada mais valerá a pena. Escapar, na liberdade do pensamento, desse espírito de manada que trabalha obstinadamente para nos enquadrar, seja lá no que for. &lt;br /&gt;E que o mínimo que a gente faça seja, a cada momento, o melhor que afinal se conseguiu fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-4793492798091324726?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4793492798091324726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4793492798091324726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensar-e-transgredir.html' title='PENSAR É TRANSGREDIR'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sv8CQNiMhBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QtZx-D0FhJU/s72-c/ale3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6334784743331683126</id><published>2009-10-09T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:01:10.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Ss7DV6EJP9I/AAAAAAAAAek/uDHKSKfB3DM/s1600-h/Animation100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqQbcvMpC2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/AlAGi-20WiY/s200/mamydad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378454035506989922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelas roupas rasgadas mostram-se os vícios menores: as vestes de cerimónia e as peles escondem todos eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3869706865547079616?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3869706865547079616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3869706865547079616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/pelas-roupas-rasgadas-mostram-se-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqQbcvMpC2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/AlAGi-20WiY/s72-c/mamydad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5098030140131600079</id><published>2009-09-05T04:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:45:33.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqIW6QStBqI/AAAAAAAAAck/C9yVkqsMIuI/s1600-h/anjo-fada.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqIW6QStBqI/AAAAAAAAAck/C9yVkqsMIuI/s320/anjo-fada.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377886095095432866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você tiver grandes sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;seus erros produzirão crescimento,&lt;br /&gt;seus desafios produzirão oportunidades,&lt;br /&gt;seus medos produzirão coragem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5098030140131600079?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5098030140131600079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5098030140131600079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-voce-tiver-grandes-sonhos-seus-erros.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqIW6QStBqI/AAAAAAAAAck/C9yVkqsMIuI/s72-c/anjo-fada.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-796583601449325480</id><published>2009-09-04T18:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:46:20.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'>“Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-796583601449325480?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/796583601449325480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/796583601449325480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/num-deserto-de-almas-tambem-desertas.html' title='“Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra.”'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-761945230909278356</id><published>2009-09-04T18:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:43:49.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGKBvp2KRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G7I0qmUw5vc/s1600-h/fghy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGKBvp2KRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G7I0qmUw5vc/s400/fghy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377731192633567506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...mas de qualquer forma não conseguia definir o que se fez quando comecei a perceber as lembranças espatifadas pelo quarto. Não que houvesse fotografias ou qualquer coisa de muito concreto — certamente havia o concreto em algumas roupas, uma escova de dentes, alguns discos, um livro: as miudezas se amontoavam pelos cantos. Mas o que marcava e pesava mais era o intangível..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-761945230909278356?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/761945230909278356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/761945230909278356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_4077.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGKBvp2KRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G7I0qmUw5vc/s72-c/fghy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7805461716615020290</id><published>2009-09-04T18:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:33:17.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7805461716615020290?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7805461716615020290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7805461716615020290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_7618.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1743785713798876336</id><published>2009-09-04T18:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:37:32.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGIgQjhFqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xZOqZMI8bT4/s1600-h/modigliani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGIgQjhFqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xZOqZMI8bT4/s320/modigliani.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377729517838210722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ando meio fatigada &lt;br /&gt;de procuras inúteis &lt;br /&gt;e sedes afetivas insaciáveis." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1743785713798876336?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1743785713798876336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1743785713798876336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/ando-meio-fatigada-de-procuras-inuteis.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGIgQjhFqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xZOqZMI8bT4/s72-c/modigliani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7914109308255875516</id><published>2009-09-04T18:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:28:20.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGGOC-AH8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/WhIekAqPHFQ/s1600-h/nada%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGGOC-AH8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/WhIekAqPHFQ/s320/nada%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377727005930299330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu quis tanto ser a tua paz, quis tanto que você fosse o meu encontro. &lt;br /&gt;Quis tanto dar, tanto receber. Quis precisar, sem exigências. &lt;br /&gt;E sem solicitações, aceitar o que me era dado. Sem ir além, compreende? &lt;br /&gt;Não queria pedir mais do que você tinha, &lt;br /&gt;assim como eu não daria mais do que dispunha, por limitação humana. &lt;br /&gt;Mas o que tinha, era seu. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7914109308255875516?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7914109308255875516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7914109308255875516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-quis-tanto-ser-tua-paz-quis-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGGOC-AH8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/WhIekAqPHFQ/s72-c/nada%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7361442902972044741</id><published>2009-09-04T18:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:22:28.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGE9WskSkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wXR2kCwEC7E/s1600-h/96886_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGE9WskSkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wXR2kCwEC7E/s200/96886_72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377725619656477250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...guarde este recado: &lt;br /&gt;alguma coisa sempre faz falta. &lt;br /&gt;Guarde sem dor, embora doa, &lt;br /&gt;e em segredo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7361442902972044741?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7361442902972044741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7361442902972044741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SqGE9WskSkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wXR2kCwEC7E/s72-c/96886_72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5408489596972063131</id><published>2009-09-04T18:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:19:13.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"....algo sempre nos falta — &lt;br /&gt;o que chamamos de Deus, &lt;br /&gt;o que chamamos de amor, &lt;br /&gt;saúde, dinheiro, &lt;br /&gt;esperança ou paz. &lt;br /&gt;Sentir sede, faz parte. &lt;br /&gt;E atormenta!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5408489596972063131?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5408489596972063131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5408489596972063131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5760194714418716213</id><published>2009-08-22T21:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:49:37.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SpCR_i8u0KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zgiQ2RREVdk/s1600-h/ela3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SpCR_i8u0KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zgiQ2RREVdk/s400/ela3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372954876352319650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... &lt;br /&gt;É cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5760194714418716213?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5760194714418716213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5760194714418716213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-segredo-e-nao-correr-atras-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SpCR_i8u0KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zgiQ2RREVdk/s72-c/ela3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6992066936151029155</id><published>2009-08-21T07:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:01:23.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/So5-RbBw01I/AAAAAAAAAY8/PVkiWc29sUg/s1600-h/0a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/So5-RbBw01I/AAAAAAAAAY8/PVkiWc29sUg/s400/0a.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370243277607762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Então eu te disse que o que me doíam essas esperas, &lt;br /&gt;esses chamados que não vinham &lt;br /&gt;e quando vinham sempre e nunca traziam nem a palavra &lt;br /&gt;e às vezes nem a pessoa exatas. &lt;br /&gt;E que eu me recriminava por estar sempre esperando &lt;br /&gt;que nada fosse como eu esperava, ainda que soubesse.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6992066936151029155?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6992066936151029155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6992066936151029155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/08/entao-eu-te-disse-que-o-que-me-doiam.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/So5-RbBw01I/AAAAAAAAAY8/PVkiWc29sUg/s72-c/0a.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-4368334741275351879</id><published>2009-08-10T23:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:26:27.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo...sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...&lt;br /&gt;E ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-4368334741275351879?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4368334741275351879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4368334741275351879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/08/aprendendosempre.html' title='Aprendendo...sempre!'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8102747507284495934</id><published>2009-08-09T18:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:29:23.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Pais- 09 de agosto de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso recordar de meu pai como alguem que fez o que podia, dentro da sua história de vida, da sua personalidade e carater, fez de tudo para me ajudar...&lt;br /&gt;se ele falhou..?!o fez tentando acertar, como eu tento e falho tantas e tantas vezes, mas sempre procurando fazer o meu melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Esteja com Deus meu pai, que a Virgem Maria te esteja embalando...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-8102747507284495934?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8102747507284495934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8102747507284495934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/08/dia-dos-pais-09-de-agosto-de-2009.html' title='Dia dos Pais- 09 de agosto de 2009'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3849864608692896596</id><published>2009-08-09T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:23:32.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No início, os filhos amam os pais. Depois de um certo tempo, passam a julgá-los. Raramente ou quase nunca os perdoam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3849864608692896596?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3849864608692896596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3849864608692896596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-inicio-os-filhos-amam-os-pais.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-4792016888959973516</id><published>2009-08-09T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:20:17.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sn89hyoahAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SbBOxU3u70I/s1600-h/c%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sn89hyoahAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SbBOxU3u70I/s400/c%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076931585180674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-4792016888959973516?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4792016888959973516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4792016888959973516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sn89hyoahAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SbBOxU3u70I/s72-c/c%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7336493275255569684</id><published>2009-07-29T05:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:38:09.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEM SEMPRE AS COISAS SÃO COMO DESEJAMOS!&lt;br /&gt;MAS O IMPORTANTE É QUE TENTAMOS E FIZEMOS O NOSSO MELHOR ...&lt;br /&gt;O QUE NOS ERA POSSIVEL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7336493275255569684?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7336493275255569684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7336493275255569684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/07/nem-sempre-as-coisas-sao-como-desejamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2890638617684777692</id><published>2009-07-29T05:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:36:19.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recriar-se é dificil....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SnAJ-UHTH7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/lKlhxs0Uh-s/s1600-h/Imagem+567.jpgpovoa+de+varzim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SnAJ-UHTH7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/lKlhxs0Uh-s/s400/Imagem+567.jpgpovoa+de+varzim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363798122354122674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscar um sonho é muito dificil....&lt;br /&gt;Mais dificil de tudo é descobrir a realidade....&lt;br /&gt;Recrie-se baseado sempre na realidade,&lt;br /&gt;pois os sonhos são efemeros, porém,nos levam até a verdade;&lt;br /&gt;é preciso sonhar para projetarmos um objetivo que nos leva a um outro ponto, aonde precisamos recriar novos recursos e habilidades para lidar com a nova realidade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva, pois antes sofrer por ter arriscado do que nunca arriscar-se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2890638617684777692?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2890638617684777692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2890638617684777692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/07/recriar-se-e-dificil.html' title='Recriar-se é dificil....'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SnAJ-UHTH7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/lKlhxs0Uh-s/s72-c/Imagem+567.jpgpovoa+de+varzim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-825353531900451741</id><published>2009-07-29T05:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:22:25.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SnAGuHSospI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EyK8y43Dp6w/s1600-h/card3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Tudo vale a pena &lt;br /&gt;Se a alma não é pequena. &lt;br /&gt;Quem quer passar além do Bojador &lt;br /&gt;Tem que passar além da dor. &lt;br /&gt;Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu, &lt;br /&gt;Mas nele é que espelhou o céu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-4035962466827400218?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4035962466827400218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4035962466827400218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-mar-salgado-quanto-do-teu-sal-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5424597316320685121</id><published>2009-06-28T14:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:02:44.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SkehoLXe5qI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PPmRYbNkC30/s1600-h/0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SkehoLXe5qI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PPmRYbNkC30/s400/0076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352424393771247266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo do sofrimento, pois nenhum coração jamás sofreu quando foi em busca dos seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5424597316320685121?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5424597316320685121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5424597316320685121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/fui.html' title='Fui................'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SkehoLXe5qI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PPmRYbNkC30/s72-c/0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2869945888391044121</id><published>2009-06-28T13:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:28:52.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que o desejo de Deus se cumpra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2869945888391044121?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2869945888391044121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2869945888391044121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-o-desejo-de-deus.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Que o desejo de Deus se cumpra!&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1660243059553488128</id><published>2009-06-28T13:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:20:27.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madre Teresa de Calcutá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SkeXvtLnzuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mdETHbKZEKY/s1600-h/MadreTeresa%255B3%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SkeXvtLnzuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mdETHbKZEKY/s400/MadreTeresa%255B3%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352413527991111394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O senhor não daria banho a um leproso nem por um milhão de dólares? Eu também não. Só por amor se pode dar banho a um leproso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É fácil amar os que estão longe. &lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre é fácil amar os que vivem ao nosso lado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem julga as pessoas não tem tempo para amá-las."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O importante não é o que se dá, mas o amor com que se dá."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não ame pela beleza, pois um dia ela acaba. &lt;br /&gt;Não ame por admiracão, pois um dia você se decepciona. &lt;br /&gt;Ame apenas, pois o tempo nunca pode acabar com um amor sem explicacao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1660243059553488128?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8031117112486661003</id><published>2009-06-28T13:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:11:58.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual a sua escolha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SkeU1DMAUDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/G030J2x-4ho/s1600-h/ATgAAABFvMtlWTTHE0HRyXPQHQGH-6RU1bvWwqxYajWFqmvFVXPYLAUA7utTxcVUjkGFhyLuNUJkjk2tpcECHovJI7U5AJtU9VBpiFy6KAOUNzCu2X5kOU9Mtwi7Ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SkeU1DMAUDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/G030J2x-4ho/s400/ATgAAABFvMtlWTTHE0HRyXPQHQGH-6RU1bvWwqxYajWFqmvFVXPYLAUA7utTxcVUjkGFhyLuNUJkjk2tpcECHovJI7U5AJtU9VBpiFy6KAOUNzCu2X5kOU9Mtwi7Ww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352410321262759986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o teu caminho? &lt;br /&gt;A vida tem dois caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou você segue o caminho da Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;arma-se de medo, de ciúmes e de falsas alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;arma-se de angústia, fecha os olhos, se acomoda,&lt;br /&gt;e segue o rebanho dos que não sabem;&lt;br /&gt;obedece regras injustas, não reage, não questiona,&lt;br /&gt;não se aprimora, não lê, não significa,&lt;br /&gt;nem percebe o absurdo em que se mete:&lt;br /&gt;vende a própria natureza&lt;br /&gt;por duas ou três moedas de aço,&lt;br /&gt;troca a inocência pura pela responsabilidade apressada,&lt;br /&gt;torna-se respeitável aos olhos da sociedade,&lt;br /&gt;cumpre horários, nunca tem tempo,&lt;br /&gt;preocupa-se com coisas banais;&lt;br /&gt;comerciante das próprias emoções, já não brinca,&lt;br /&gt;vive correndo, ama com pressa,&lt;br /&gt;esquece-se da lua,&lt;br /&gt;e se torna uma pessoa média, mediana, medíocre,&lt;br /&gt;pequena, cansada e normal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou você escolhe o caminho da Ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;compreende, se aprofunda, vai mais longe, realiza,&lt;br /&gt;respeita o ser humano que existe em você mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;resgata a própria vida e o sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;rompe de vez com o passado agonizante,&lt;br /&gt;procura defender a verdade, a justiça e a poesia,&lt;br /&gt;acorda e assopra o fogo da alma que dormia,&lt;br /&gt;ultrapassa os limites que sufocam,&lt;br /&gt;cavalga o cavalo negro, cego e alado&lt;br /&gt;das paixões gostosas e sublimes,&lt;br /&gt;enche o peito de coragem, corações e relâmpagos,&lt;br /&gt;acende de novo esse vulcão que é o teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;deixa a própria cabeça plena de agora,&lt;br /&gt;de ternura e de vertigem,&lt;br /&gt;e parte em busca de Aventura, de Amor e Liberdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-8031117112486661003?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8031117112486661003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8031117112486661003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/qual-sua-escolha.html' title='Qual a sua escolha?'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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type='text'>Denuncie maus tratos aos animais!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sjx3rt-mOkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AqU_F7XfJXU/s1600-h/untitled008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sjx3rt-mOkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AqU_F7XfJXU/s400/untitled008.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349282050369534530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1670383150956303556?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1670383150956303556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-9189988813132108538</id><published>2009-06-20T02:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:45:04.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sjx3VZRaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4hZNIbjiSno/s1600-h/360.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sjx3VZRaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4hZNIbjiSno/s400/360.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349281666854175698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' ... O mundo está nas mãos daqueles que tem a coragem de sonhar e correr o risco de viver seus sonhos ... ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-9189988813132108538?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9189988813132108538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9189988813132108538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sjx3VZRaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4hZNIbjiSno/s72-c/360.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7321599435624364990</id><published>2009-06-20T02:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:38:54.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Não devemos julgar a vida dos outros, &lt;br /&gt;porque cada um de nós sabe de sua própria dor e renúncia. &lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é você ACHAR que está no caminho certo, &lt;br /&gt;outra é ACHAR que seu caminho é o único!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7321599435624364990?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7321599435624364990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7321599435624364990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-devemos-julgar-vida-dos-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5635347665944920968</id><published>2009-06-09T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:40:02.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar é Gostoso!!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Todos os dias Deus nos dá um momento em que é possível mudar tudo que nos deixa infelizes. O instante mágico é o momento em que um 'sim' ou um 'não' pode mudar toda a nossa existência."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5635347665944920968?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5635347665944920968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/5635347665944920968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/mudar-e-gostoso.html' title='Mudar é Gostoso!!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7264604645904928921</id><published>2009-06-07T18:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:13:33.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogando fora o que não serve mais...recriando espaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O PRINCÍPIO DO VÁCUO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JOSEPH NEWTON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem o hábito de juntar objetos inúteis no momento, acreditando que, um dia (não sabe quando), poderá precisar deles?&lt;br /&gt;Você tem o hábito de juntar dinheiro , com medo que, no futuro, possa fazer falta?&lt;br /&gt;Você tem o hábito de guardar roupas, sapatos, móveis, utensílios domésticos e outros tipos de equipamentos que já não usa há um bom tempo?&lt;br /&gt;E dentro de você? Você tem o hábito de guardar mágoas, ressentimentos, raivas e medos? Não faça isso. É anti prosperidade.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso criar um espaço, um vazio, para que as coisas novas cheguem em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso eliminar o que é inútil em você e na sua vida, para que a prosperidade venha.&lt;br /&gt;É a força desse vazio que absorverá e atrairá tudo o que você almeja.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você estiver, material ou emocionalmente, carregado de coisas velhas e inúteis, não haverá espaço aberto para novas oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;Os bens precisam circular. Limpe as gavetas, os guarda-roupas, o quartinho lá do fundo, a garagem.&lt;br /&gt;Dê aquilo que você não usa mais. A atitude de guardar um monte de coisas inúteis amarra sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não são os objetos guardados que emperram a sua vida, mas, o significado da atitude de guardar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se guarda, considera-se a possibilidade da falta, da carência.&lt;br /&gt;É acreditar que amanhã poderá faltar, e você não terá meios de prover suas necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;Com essa postura, você está enviando duas mensagens para o seu cérebro e para a vida:&lt;br /&gt;A primeira, é que você não confia no amanhã; e, a segunda, é que você&lt;br /&gt;acredita que o novo e o melhor não são para você, já que se contenta em guardar coisas velhas e inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;Desfaça-se do que perdeu a cor e o brilho e deixe entrar o novo em sua casa e dentro de você!&lt;br /&gt;'As pessoas são solitárias porque constroem paredes, ao invés de pontes.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7264604645904928921?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7264604645904928921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7264604645904928921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/jogando-fora-o-que-nao-serve.html' title='Jogando fora o que não serve mais...recriando espaço'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7511722504054688780</id><published>2009-05-21T01:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:55:28.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>" Nós vivemos a temer o futuro,mas é o passado que nos atropela e mata"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7511722504054688780?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7511722504054688780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7511722504054688780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/05/nos-vivemos-temer-o-futuromas-e-o.html' title='&quot; Nós vivemos a temer o futuro,mas é o passado que nos atropela e mata&quot;'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8448137883381434457</id><published>2009-05-21T01:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:54:01.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/ShTd9XZkQMI/AAAAAAAAARo/hNypc_65SJM/s1600-h/36106~California-Coast-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/ShTd9XZkQMI/AAAAAAAAARo/hNypc_65SJM/s400/36106~California-Coast-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338135504663888066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-8448137883381434457?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8448137883381434457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8448137883381434457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/05/nos-vivemos-temer-o-futuro-mas-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/ShTd9XZkQMI/AAAAAAAAARo/hNypc_65SJM/s72-c/36106~California-Coast-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6997646534845651508</id><published>2009-05-21T01:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:50:07.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta vida é uma estranha hospedaria,&lt;br /&gt;De onde se parte quase sempre às tontas,&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca as nossas malas estão prontas,&lt;br /&gt;E a nossa conta nunca está em dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6997646534845651508?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6997646534845651508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6997646534845651508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-vida-e-uma-estranha-hospedaria-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7423942724633710618</id><published>2009-05-14T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:38:42.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pare e olhe a sua vida!</title><content type='html'>De um longo amor podem nascer filhos e seus filhos, uma casa, ensinamentos, alegria e dor – como em todas as vidas. Nós nascemos de tudo isso. Mesmo depois que os anos varreram a vida, o que foi bom pode permanecer – não como uma sombra ou um peso, mas como motivo de voltar a desabrochar. Passado o primeiro horror da morte com a sensação de tamanha impotência e vazio, começam a abrir-se frestas por onde a antiga claridade se derrama no agora.&lt;br /&gt;Essa mesa nessa sala, esse filho e aquele amigo, esse som no piano, o ramo de árvore que a gente pretendia cortar, a calçada onde caminhava há muitos anos – tudo nos convoca: não para chorar o passado, mas para projetar no presente o que, tendo sido bom, nunca se perde.&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai tomando consciência de que deve aos amores que teve, aos amigos que esqueceu, à casa vendida junto com parte da infância, poder viver melhor outra vez, com outra pessoa ou sozinha, em outra casa, com outros amigos, com novos objetos no meio dos antigos. &lt;br /&gt;Das coisas boas e belas que acabaram nos vêm sempre uma luz e uma capacidade de ver o mais banal com algum encantamento. Essa é a secreta mirada que todo mundo pode ter, mas que o acumulo de compromissos, o excesso de deveres, a exigência de sermos cada vez mais competentes e eficazes, talvez nos roube um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Esse secreto olhar cada um pode deixar vir à tona.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida voltará a ser possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7423942724633710618?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7423942724633710618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7423942724633710618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/05/pare-e-olhe-sua-vida.html' title='Pare e olhe a sua vida!'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-5669677814023409742</id><published>2009-05-10T02:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:47:30.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recrie a sua demonstração de afeto , não espere por datas...</title><content type='html'>Você acredita que é necessário um dia certo no calendário &lt;br /&gt;para dizer "MÃE EU TE AMO"?&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que não...&lt;br /&gt;Diga sempre que seu coração mandar...crie coragem, dê aquele abraço forte , cheio de amor a qualquer hora, sempre que o amor te impulsionar..não dói...não mata, tente!&lt;br /&gt;O resto é marketing, venda , lucro , comercio do afeto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SgZnzgfFvZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DMVrvkRbJD8/s1600-h/40257~Mother-and-Child-detail-from-The-Three-Ages-of-Woman-c-1905-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SgZnzgfFvZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DMVrvkRbJD8/s400/40257~Mother-and-Child-detail-from-The-Three-Ages-of-Woman-c-1905-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334064943258254738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-5669677814023409742?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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si mesma e na possibilidade de transformar a vida!</title><content type='html'>"Eu tenho 47 anos e essa é apenas uma parte de mim"&lt;br /&gt;Susan Bloyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a resposta da caloura de um programa da TV&lt;br /&gt;britânica, ao ser questionada a sua idade &lt;br /&gt;e à expressão de pouco caso do entrevistador , &lt;br /&gt;que logo seguir ainda complementa:-"Por que você não deu certo até agora...?"&lt;br /&gt;affffffffff&lt;br /&gt;Após caras e expressões de descrédito, que podem ou não terem sido combinadas antes, o importante é que ao começar a cantar,Susan encantou,hipnotizou a plateia, &lt;br /&gt;eram anjos que saiam de seus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;veja o vídeo no you tube, infelizmente não consegui postar ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk&lt;br /&gt;Vale o exemplo!&lt;br /&gt;Vale a perseverança!&lt;br /&gt;Vale por ela nos ensinar: NUNCA DESISTA DE UM SONHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7680725844766251869</id><published>2009-04-22T21:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:25:23.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reorganize sua memória...                                               perdoe e esqueça!</title><content type='html'>Tudo em nós está em nosso conceito do mundo; &lt;br /&gt;modificar o nosso conceito do mundo é modificar o mundo para nós,&lt;br /&gt;é modificar o mundo, pois ele nunca será para nós, &lt;br /&gt;senão o que é para nós..&lt;br /&gt;Assim devemos nos preocupar com a nossa memória!&lt;br /&gt;Para Freud toda doença psíquica é resultado de lembranças reprimidas , pois essas lembranças ficam carregadas de energia psíquica.&lt;br /&gt;Miroslak Volf aparece actualmente com uma nova proposta, o perdão!&lt;br /&gt;Segundo o prof da Universidade de Yale,pra liberar essas energias é necessário perdoar, uma vez que ao estarmos ligados a alguém pelo ódio, essa energia causa a nós mais dores e doenças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim não focar mais na dor que o outro causou a nós, tira o acumulo da energia da situação traumática vivida..Nesse sentido Volf se aproxima da visão religiosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja qual for a vertente filosófica, o importante é percebermos o quanto nos desgasta&lt;br /&gt;certas recordações.Podemos desvincular nossas emoções dessas memórias e isso é necessário para a reorganização energética e para a produção de maior equilíbrio psíquico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comece a pensar quanto tempo e energia você desperdiça ao pensar em algumas vivências que foram dolorosas,mas que aconteceram muito tempo atrás...pense!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar traz novamente a dor,então perdoe e esqueça!&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer é saúde nesses casos, perdoar e continuar vendo o mundo com outros olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas para perdoar, estou com Freud, é necessário saber o que dói!&lt;br /&gt;Estar consciente do que foi feito à você e o porquê de doer tanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrícia Alencar Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7680725844766251869?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7680725844766251869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7680725844766251869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-em-nos-esta-em-nosso-conceito-do.html' title='Reorganize sua memória...                                               perdoe e esqueça!'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6116496736319690590</id><published>2009-04-20T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:56:14.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quem nunca altera a sua opinião &lt;br /&gt;é como a água parada &lt;br /&gt;e começa a criar répteis no espírito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Alencar Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-314238995946950637?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/314238995946950637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/314238995946950637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/comentario_19.html' title='Comentário'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-1093215337174734915</id><published>2009-04-19T15:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:12:05.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recrie seu Marketing</title><content type='html'>Havia um cego sentado na calçada em Paris, com um boné a seus pés e um pedaço de madeira que, escrito com giz branco, dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por favor, ajude-me, sou cego"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um publicitário, parou e viu umas poucas moedas no boné. Sem pedir licença, pegou o cartaz e o giz, e escreveu outro anúncio e foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde o publicitário voltou a passar em frente ao cego. Agora, o seu boné estava cheio de moedas. O cego reconheceu as pisadas e lhe perguntou se havia sido ele quem reescreveu seu cartaz, querendo saber o que havia escrito ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O publicitário disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nada que não esteja de acordo com o seu anúncio, mas com outras palavras"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorriu e continuou seu caminho. O cego nunca soube, mas seu novo cartaz dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje é Primavera em Paris e eu não posso vê-la" (Derek Destito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que precisamos é de uma mão para segurar, e um coração pra nos entender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-1093215337174734915?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1093215337174734915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/1093215337174734915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/recrie-seu-marketing.html' title='Recrie seu Marketing'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SegpuOFYDtI/AAAAAAAAALI/Ff8VWoueIBs/s72-c/ATgAAACBiAn8lnt2o1xpqlUD4sYtge3r3g52sIH9_6-MxJ1_OpT2JFT72Rw1obWyhKLkq8hm1XHYKFSgr3zb7lgZ_mtNAJtU9VArZ5m3hYfrAEXGZ4GOqwB4TjAtig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3304384618720629169</id><published>2009-04-13T02:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:16:35.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nada é facil</title><content type='html'>A felicidade não depende &lt;br /&gt;do que acontece ao nosso redor,&lt;br /&gt;Mas,do que acontece dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade se mede pela forma &lt;br /&gt;que enfrentamos as curvas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fácil sentir-se deprimido &lt;br /&gt;Portanto, a felicidade exige valentia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não consiste em fazer sempre o que&lt;br /&gt;desejamos, mas sim, em querer bem o que fazemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade nasce ao colocarmos nossos&lt;br /&gt;corações em tudo que fazemos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não tem receita&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não é uma pousada no caminho&lt;br /&gt;mas uma forma de caminhar pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sofrimentos poluem a alma&lt;br /&gt;enquanto que as alegrias colorem e dão brilho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tome em tuas mãos o pincel da existência &lt;br /&gt;e pinte sua vida com as cores da alegria...&lt;br /&gt;O resultado se chamara: Felicidade !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3304384618720629169?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3304384618720629169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3304384618720629169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/nada-e-facil.html' title='nada é facil'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-8759932322407561148</id><published>2009-04-12T01:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:18:18.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Páscoa Renasça!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE A RESSURREIÇÃO DE CRISTO NOS TRAGA &lt;br /&gt;A LEMBRANÇA DO RENASCIMENTO, &lt;br /&gt;QUE PODEMOS REALIZAR AMANHÃ...&lt;br /&gt;E TODOS OS DIAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENASCER PARA SERMOS MELHORES&lt;br /&gt;MAIS GENEROSOS&lt;br /&gt;MAIS PACIENTES&lt;br /&gt;MAIS CARINHOSOS&lt;br /&gt;MAIS HUMANOS&lt;br /&gt;MENOS EXIGENTE MAIS FELIZES ...&lt;br /&gt;SÃO TANTAS COISAS QUE PODEMOS MUDAR E MELHORAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESEJO A TODOS UMA FELIZ PÁSCOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-8759932322407561148?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8759932322407561148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/8759932322407561148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/boa-pascoa-renasca.html' title='Boa Páscoa Renasça!'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7727417884887651783</id><published>2009-04-12T01:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:24:53.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>ENTRE AMIGOS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que serve um amigo? Para rachar a gasolina, emprestar a prancha, recomendar um disco, dar carona pra festa, passar cola, caminhar no shopping, segurar a barra. Todas as alternativas estão corretas, porém isso não basta para guardar um amigo do lado esquerdo do peito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan Kundera, escritor tcheco, escreveu em seu último livro, "A Identidade", que a amizade é indispensável para o bom funcionamento da memória e para a integridade do próprio eu. Chama os amigos de testemunhas do passado e diz que eles são nosso espelho, que através deles podemos nos olhar. Vai além: diz que toda amizade é uma aliança contra a adversidade, aliança sem a qual o ser humano ficaria desarmado contra seus inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade verdadeira. Amigos recentes custam a perceber essa aliança, não valorizam ainda o que está sendo contruído. São amizades não testadas pelo tempo, não se sabe se enfrentarão com solidez as tempestades ou se serão varridos numa chuva de verão. Veremos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não racha apenas a gasolina: racha lembranças, crises de choro, experiências. Racha a culpa, racha segredos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não empresta apenas a prancha. Empresta o verbo, empresta o ombro, empresta o tempo, empresta o calor e a jaqueta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não recomenda apenas um disco. Recomenda cautela, recomenda um emprego, recomenda um país. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não dá carona apenas pra festa. Te leva pro mundo dele, e topa conhecer o teu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não passa apenas cola. Passa contigo um aperto, passa junto o reveillon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não caminha apenas no shopping. Anda em silêncio na dor, entra contigo em campo, sai do fracasso ao teu lado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não segura a barra, apenas. Segura a mão, a ausência, segura uma confissão, segura o tranco, o palavrão, segura o elevador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas dúzias de amigos assim ninguém tem. Se tiver um, amém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7727417884887651783?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7727417884887651783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7727417884887651783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-447374514597194945</id><published>2009-04-10T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:19:08.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Degas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sd-poeZl6UI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_2UfMUDJ7Uc/s1600-h/degas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sd-poeZl6UI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_2UfMUDJ7Uc/s320/degas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323159797395482946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-447374514597194945?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/447374514597194945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/447374514597194945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/degas.html' title='Degas'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sd-poeZl6UI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_2UfMUDJ7Uc/s72-c/degas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6605474960705315608</id><published>2009-04-10T17:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:08:05.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recrie a sua emoção...Tristeza me desculpe, mas hoje eu estou feliz</title><content type='html'>Cante aquela musica que te levantava, te deixa alegre, &lt;br /&gt;que traz boas lembranças , que te faz VIAJAR...&lt;br /&gt;tome um banho dançando,seja lá o que for, Tecno,aché...valsa!&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá mas cante ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6605474960705315608?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-7999352271402389106</id><published>2009-04-10T16:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:56:14.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Viagem</title><content type='html'>Oh tristeza, me desculpe&lt;br /&gt;Estou de malas prontas&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a poesia veio ao meu encontro&lt;br /&gt;Já raiou o dia, vamos viajar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos indo de carona&lt;br /&gt;Na garupa leve do vento macio&lt;br /&gt;Que vem caminhando&lt;br /&gt;Desde muito longe, lá do fim do mar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos visitar a estrela da manhã raiada&lt;br /&gt;Que pensei perdida pela madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Mas que vai escondida&lt;br /&gt;Querendo brincar&lt;br /&gt;Senta nesta nuvem clara&lt;br /&gt;Minha poesia, anda, se prepara&lt;br /&gt;Traz uma cantiga &lt;br /&gt;Vamos espalhando música no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha quantas aves brancas&lt;br /&gt;Minha poesia, dançam nossa valsa&lt;br /&gt;Pelo céu que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Fez todo bordado de raios de sol&lt;br /&gt;Oh poesia, me ajude&lt;br /&gt;Vou colher avencas, lírios, rosas dálias&lt;br /&gt;Pelos campos verdes&lt;br /&gt;Que você batiza de jardins-do-céu&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode ficar tranqüila, minha poesia&lt;br /&gt;Pois nós voltaremos numa estrela-guia&lt;br /&gt;Num clarão de lua quando serenar&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez até, quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Nós só voltaremos no cavalo baio&lt;br /&gt;O alazão da noite     &lt;br /&gt;Cujo o nome é raio, raio de luar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-7999352271402389106?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7999352271402389106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/7999352271402389106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/viagem.html' title='A Viagem'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-6392840945557949109</id><published>2009-04-09T00:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:34:07.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;CANÇÃO DO AMOR SERENO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem receio: eu te recebo&lt;br /&gt;Como um dom dos deuses do deserto&lt;br /&gt;Que decretaram minha trégua , e permitiram&lt;br /&gt;Que o mel de teus olhos me invadisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o meu amor te faça livre,&lt;br /&gt;Que meus dedos não te prendam&lt;br /&gt;Mas contornem teu raro perfil&lt;br /&gt;Como lábios tocam um anel sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o meu amor te seja enfeite&lt;br /&gt;E conforto, porto de partida para a fundação&lt;br /&gt;Do teu reino, em que a sombra&lt;br /&gt;Seja abrigo e ilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o meu amor te seja leve&lt;br /&gt;Como se dançasse numa praia uma menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6392840945557949109?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6392840945557949109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6392840945557949109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/cancao-do-amor-sereno-vem-sem-receio-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-4564346715212042601</id><published>2009-04-08T04:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:48:00.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SdxV4IsuE6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/BUYXeGs2Bis/s1600-h/ATgAAAAHB1hZ20pDLJkbGrRs1MrkwqAB4d-HDEwpf0lOCv6mz2wDBsLwkgTYr_LEpMEQD7daTCOFvL2IlGIFdFuCW0K4AJtU9VCqbBogiEiAIAsVtFUBP9iWAsVYXA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SdxV4IsuE6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/BUYXeGs2Bis/s400/ATgAAAAHB1hZ20pDLJkbGrRs1MrkwqAB4d-HDEwpf0lOCv6mz2wDBsLwkgTYr_LEpMEQD7daTCOFvL2IlGIFdFuCW0K4AJtU9VCqbBogiEiAIAsVtFUBP9iWAsVYXA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322223282541171618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos escuros pinheiros se desenlaça o vento.&lt;br /&gt;Fosforesce a lua sobre as águas errantes.&lt;br /&gt;Andam dias iguais a perseguir-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define-se a névoa em dançantes figuras.&lt;br /&gt;Uma gaivota de prata se desprende do ocaso.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes uma vela. Altas, altas, estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou a cruz negra de um barco.&lt;br /&gt;Só.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes amanheço, e minha alma está úmida.&lt;br /&gt;Soa, ressoa o mar distante.&lt;br /&gt;Isto é um porto.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui eu te amo e em vão te oculta o horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Estou a amar-te ainda entre estas frias coisas.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes vão meus beijos nesses barcos solenes,&lt;br /&gt;que correm pelo mar rumo a onde não chegam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me creio esquecido como estas velhas âncoras.&lt;br /&gt;São mais tristes os portos ao atracar da tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Cansa-se minha vida inutilmente faminta..&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo o que não tenho. E tu estás tão distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu tédio mede forças com os lentos crepúsculos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noite enche e começa a cantar-me.&lt;br /&gt;A lua faz girar sua arruela de sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olham-me com teus olhos as estrelas maiores.&lt;br /&gt;E como eu te amo, os pinheiros no vento,&lt;br /&gt;querem cantar o teu nome, com suas folhas de cobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-4564346715212042601?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4564346715212042601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/4564346715212042601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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de nada, mas a visão das estrelas me faz sonhar."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sdr6xajH_LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6ucttCdK5yc/s1600-h/379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sdr6xajH_LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6ucttCdK5yc/s400/379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321841636538842290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-6503255249155179887?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6503255249155179887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/6503255249155179887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Não tenho certeza de nada, mas a visão das estrelas me faz sonhar.&quot;'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/Sdr6xajH_LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6ucttCdK5yc/s72-c/379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-3227229904657842870</id><published>2009-04-06T04:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:33:33.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar pelos olhos do artista...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SdmvaSquNuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q7weElaNcB8/s1600-h/100_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SdmvaSquNuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q7weElaNcB8/s400/100_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321477300937438946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem a sua visão de mundo!&lt;br /&gt;assim agradeçam aos artistas por nos permitirem olhar com outros olhos a mesma realidade!&lt;br /&gt;Patrícia Alencar Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-3227229904657842870?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/3227229904657842870'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-839947992157484024</id><published>2009-04-06T04:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:24:48.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somente pela Arte Podemos Sair de Nós Mesmos</title><content type='html'>Somente pela arte podemos sair de nós mesmos, &lt;br /&gt;saber o que um outro vê desse universo que não é o mesmo que o nosso e cujas paisagens permaneceriam tão desconhecidas para nós quanto as que podem existir na lua. &lt;br /&gt;Graças à arte, em vez de ver um único mundo, o nosso, &lt;br /&gt;vemo-lo multiplicar-se, e quantos artistas originais existirem &lt;br /&gt;tantos mundos teremos à nossa disposição, &lt;br /&gt;mais diferentes uns dos outros do que aqueles &lt;br /&gt;que rolam no infinito e, &lt;br /&gt;muitos séculos após se ter extinguido o foco do qual emanavam, &lt;br /&gt;chamasse ele Rembrandt ou Ver Meer, ainda nos enviam o seu raio especial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Proust, in 'O Tempo Reencontrado'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-839947992157484024?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/839947992157484024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/839947992157484024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/somente-pela-arte-podemos-sair-de-nos.html' title='Somente pela Arte Podemos Sair de Nós Mesmos'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-9050200625625859970</id><published>2009-04-02T20:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:46:28.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentário</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o amor que colocamos nas nossas atividades, &lt;br /&gt;no nosso trabalho, &lt;br /&gt;nos nossos relacionamentos &lt;br /&gt;que fazem com que não passemos pela vida, &lt;br /&gt;e sim que sejamos atuantes na vida!&lt;br /&gt;Então como propõe o poeta - Sê!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sê o melhor que puderes sempre &lt;br /&gt;Sê com o coração e a alma...mas sê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrícia Alencar Marques&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-9050200625625859970?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9050200625625859970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/9050200625625859970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/comentario.html' title='Comentário'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2489020104773572188</id><published>2009-04-02T20:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:39:26.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia nos toca a alma...</title><content type='html'>Sê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não puderes ser um pinheiro, no topo de uma colina,&lt;br /&gt;Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê&lt;br /&gt;O melhor arbusto à margem do regato.&lt;br /&gt;Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva&lt;br /&gt;E dá alegria a algum caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não puderes ser uma estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Sê apenas uma senda,&lt;br /&gt;Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.&lt;br /&gt;Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681882986044067755-2489020104773572188?l=psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2489020104773572188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681882986044067755/posts/default/2489020104773572188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psicologapsicopedagogapamarques.blogspot.com/2009/04/poesia-nos-toca-alma.html' title='Poesia nos toca a alma...'/><author><name>Patty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXyAFehvCbE/SiwstVG0fJI/AAAAAAAAATY/GQUx-HDoGtc/S220/ATcAAADnXSaPEeJkEU0UsMNcbiAFv522cr0uRlaO2PCsTPVf5snDrMaWXoNcDNu96slE4hV8C7m9WlziIoZ4e7wUWEy5AJtU9VAZy-zUe-6tTRN8AugVHLHviCovQQ.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681882986044067755.post-2514569954607503927</id><published>2009-04-02T04:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:23:21.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando você detesta alguém, você detesta algo nele que faz parte de você mesmo. O que não está em nós não nos incomoda. 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