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rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5063056119475132870</id><published>2012-01-20T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:55:40.125-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpHKFlvClsA/Txifyh_tp3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/g3a2yGqvPhU/s1600/6373893_gaTRl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpHKFlvClsA/Txifyh_tp3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/g3a2yGqvPhU/s320/6373893_gaTRl.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLANEJAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Texto de Aluisio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Início de ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tempo em que as Escolas começam a planejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tempo de encontros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tempo de debates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tempo de sorrisos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Há quem acredite que o bom planejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esteja apenas nos livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ou se resuma a elaboração de planos didáticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Embora importantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O melhor de um planejamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não está nos livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E tão pouco nos planos didáticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O melhor de um planejamento está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na capacidade de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E de inspirar sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem planeja aulas com as cores dos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faz parte daquele grupo de Educadores e Educadoras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que tem o dom de ser fazer eternos nas lembranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Daqueles que a vida lhes deu para cuidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Este é o verdadeiro objetivo de um planejamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E a essência de uma Educação que faz sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não existem sonhos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sem o planejamento dos caminhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;necessários para alcançá-los.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Planejar é também uma forma de amar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpHKFlvClsA/Txifyh_tp3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/g3a2yGqvPhU/s72-c/6373893_gaTRl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-976447799726905437</id><published>2011-12-26T16:40:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:49:19.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALxC-nis2Hg/TvhcI_VXgQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ez1Hlcjt_cI/s1600/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_fca7316cb1b10bf009e411fbed998e8171dd784b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALxC-nis2Hg/TvhcI_VXgQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ez1Hlcjt_cI/s400/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_fca7316cb1b10bf009e411fbed998e8171dd784b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;UM SORRISO PARA CADA NOVO DIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejo para ti a cada novo dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A presença de um sorriso solto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A enfeitar a tua face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para que todos que passem por tua vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possam contemplá-lo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E entenderem como é maravilhoso ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diante da vida, um ano novo é muito tempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O mês que vem é muito tempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amanhã é muito tempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assim, desejo a quem passa por minha vida,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a alegria plena do instante presente,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e que esta alegria permaneça viva,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;enquanto a chama do fogo da vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: lime;"&gt;que nos habita,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: lime;"&gt;continuar a erguer suas labaredas em nossa existência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;FELIZ INSTANTE DE VIDA PARA TI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;querido amigo e querida amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;que enche de sentidos as minhas palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;e de alegrias o meu CORAÇÃO DE PROFESSOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: 29px;"&gt;O NATAL VERDADEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Silêncio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O Natal está chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já podemos ouvir os sons que chegam das ruas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já podemos ver as árvores enfeitadas de luzes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na televisão muitas propagandas falam do Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Crianças correm e pedem presentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As lojas se enchem de pessoas que correm de um lado ao outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cheias de pacotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Comemoram-se as compras, as vendas, o consumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas o verdadeiro Natal não é esse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O verdadeiro Natal chega silencioso a cada vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E toma conta de cada coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que não tenha perdido a doçura de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Este natal chega de graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E também cheio de graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Trazido pelo brilho suave da mais bela das luzes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A luz da fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por isso neste Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mais que presentes é preciso distribuir amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso abraçar nossos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dividir a nossa mesa com aqueles que têm fome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É preciso amar nossas famílias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Caminhar com os nossos filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Reaprender a doçura de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sentir como é bom estar vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sentir como é bom ter um lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sentir a grandeza do amor de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por meio do presente maior que poderia nos ser dado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seu filho Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E cada um que celebre esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cada homem, cada mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que entenda que o Natal não é consumo, é doação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que entenda que o Natal não é uma data, é celebração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que sinta o coração encher-se de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tem a obrigação de ensinar a cada dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O valor da fé, da amizade, da solidariedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E celebrar o verdadeiro nascimento de Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que nasceu para que o mundo fosse melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que nasceu para que o mundo fosse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Quando escrevi este texto, era véspera de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Imaginei que pudesse dividí-lo com minha família e amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;para celebrarmos uma noite verdadeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;onde amizade, agradecimento e esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; line-height: 150%;"&gt;pudessem ser vividos em sua plenitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que o maior presente que possamos dar a alguém neste Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;não possa ser comprado em nenhuma loja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;mas&amp;nbsp; seja o olhar de amor que nos habita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;capaz de justificar , inspirar e dar sentido a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-8639628651892710954?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8639628651892710954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;SOBRE ESCOLAS E  PROFESSORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante  Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há escola tão grande,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que não possa ser  guardada em um coração de professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há professor tão  sábio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que não possa aprender em uma escola de sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque  para um professor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A escola é o que dá sentido a vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para uma  escola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O professor é o alimento de sua existência,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para cada  um,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Professor e escola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O construir um ao outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É a razão e  o sentido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que faz o ensinar e o aprender valer à  pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO  TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Creio que ensinar é a arte de fazer eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;o  que aparentemente seria passageiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Assim, escolas e professores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;unem-se como feixes de trigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;como corpos e espíritos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;como borboletas e flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;para&amp;nbsp;construírem&amp;nbsp;a esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;a alegria, a paz, a fé e o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;com suas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobre-escolas-e-professores-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0qOT2p8yAU/Ts4UMD-PGBI/AAAAAAAAAec/AkRZcM7iH-w/s72-c/4302464794_a9af4e23ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5595495873154326822</id><published>2011-11-04T07:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T06:11:09.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JaxCvlPjEc/TrCPNOG0aAI/AAAAAAAAAds/KVeKAsEokU8/s1600/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_b2067efc22800e50f54580da6937abd300820be4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JaxCvlPjEc/TrCPNOG0aAI/AAAAAAAAAds/KVeKAsEokU8/s320/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_b2067efc22800e50f54580da6937abd300820be4.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SOBRE O NASCER DA ALEGRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante jr.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando a vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De semear esperanças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Encontra-se com a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De um mundo melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A vida engravida de ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E de sua mais perfeita alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Faz nascer um professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há no olhar de quem ensina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;um código secreto de esperança.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Código decifrado facilmente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pelos infinitos sorrisos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que crescem ao redor das lições&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;maravilhosamente semeadas por suas vidas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2943495773068888544-5595495873154326822?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5595495873154326822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobre-o-nascer-da-alegria-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='51 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5595495873154326822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5595495873154326822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobre-o-nascer-da-alegria-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JaxCvlPjEc/TrCPNOG0aAI/AAAAAAAAAds/KVeKAsEokU8/s72-c/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_b2067efc22800e50f54580da6937abd300820be4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-1760608684674368881</id><published>2011-10-14T21:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:35:41.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m86klgsxDZE/Tpd76Fc0jkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tbcl0ZeJATU/s1600/d017f8a4ebef39384d37955fc741dfb8cdd53db7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m86klgsxDZE/Tpd76Fc0jkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tbcl0ZeJATU/s320/d017f8a4ebef39384d37955fc741dfb8cdd53db7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;CORAÇÃO DE PROFESSOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Texto de Aluísio&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Coração de professor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É adulto e é criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É praça no meio da rua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde caminha a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É campo repleto de flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É perfume e inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É berço de sonhos possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É voz, melodia e canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração de professor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É espaço de amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É céu azul de verão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde voa a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É terra grávida de amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que faz brotar a semente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que torna a vida mais vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que torna a gente mais gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi com o tempo que o melhor de um&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professor é o seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração que se alegra com o brilho do olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um aluno que adquire um novo conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração que se alegra com a sua capacidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de inspirar afeto, justiça, honestidade e esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes dias em que comemoramos o dia dos professores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagino que este poema simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possa ser lido nas salas de aula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por vozes de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o meu maior presente para professores e professoras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que fazem com as suas vidas este País melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É também dedicado ao grande mestre Rubem Alves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;referência maior de uma educação que transforma o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-1760608684674368881?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1760608684674368881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracao-de-professor-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='38 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1760608684674368881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1760608684674368881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracao-de-professor-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m86klgsxDZE/Tpd76Fc0jkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tbcl0ZeJATU/s72-c/d017f8a4ebef39384d37955fc741dfb8cdd53db7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5380552680013892846</id><published>2011-09-16T00:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:58:29.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpjXVEyGqW4/TnKPd9yG9QI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pBkpeCaqhEs/s1600/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_0ff7ea07d3edfc0c063a6352838ab6917f89437e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpjXVEyGqW4/TnKPd9yG9QI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pBkpeCaqhEs/s320/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_0ff7ea07d3edfc0c063a6352838ab6917f89437e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;UM OUTRO  OLHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele amava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregava-se  ao amor como se fosse onda abraçando o mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falava de amor como quem  respirava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a medida que amava também inspirava o amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ele amar  justificava a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não o amar pelo amar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amar que libertava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E  fazia com que os que passassem pela sua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornassem-se maiores e  melhores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os que não o entendiam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele era paciente na explicação  do amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de explicá-lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não de modo mecânico ou conceitual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas  por meio de poemas, frases, sorrisos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, olhares, gestos e  exemplos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no final de cada explicação, repetia a mesma  certeza:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAR EXIGE DISCIPLINA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCIPLINA É UM MODO DE  AMAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para os que ainda não o entendiam, ele  continuava:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciplina é a entrega que se faz a um objetivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregar-se a  este objetivo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fazer-se pássaro que abre as asas e se entrega aos céus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a medida que encontra os ventos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciplina-os sobre as suas asas para  alcançar os seus objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar de disciplina exige que se explique a  sua importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não exigi-la de modo sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas explicá-la de modo  que todos que passem por ela,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façam de si e dos que passam pela sua  vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas maiores e melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ensinar e ao mesmo tempo  inspirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É corrigir e ao mesmo tempo ser paciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os que não a  compreendem de imediato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É acreditar e ao final do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repetir a mesma  certeza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAR EXIGE DISCIPLINA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCIPLINA É UM MODO DE AMAR.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO  TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Acredito que possamos educar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as nossas crianças e os nosssos jovens  com a&amp;nbsp;encanto do carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinar lições que tenham sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar  para inspirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que a disciplina só pode surgir a partir do  afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que faz a vida valer a pena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que inspira o nascer  de muitos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-5380552680013892846?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5380552680013892846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-outro-olhar-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='46 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5380552680013892846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5380552680013892846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-outro-olhar-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpjXVEyGqW4/TnKPd9yG9QI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pBkpeCaqhEs/s72-c/http___meme_zenfs_com_u_0ff7ea07d3edfc0c063a6352838ab6917f89437e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5309291552893159050</id><published>2011-08-26T20:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T14:45:39.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKrWZyRK-2E/TkmsEy9oylI/AAAAAAAAAco/Z096BfcRQe4/s1600/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_838a1dcfc7d8ff0bcc84b2c345f1a552e308a8b8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKrWZyRK-2E/TkmsEy9oylI/AAAAAAAAAco/Z096BfcRQe4/s320/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_838a1dcfc7d8ff0bcc84b2c345f1a552e308a8b8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 115%;"&gt;PROFESSORES NUNCA MORREM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando o sopro de vida que há em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For viver em outros planos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando a minha presença se transformar em lembranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quero que as cinzas do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sejam derramadas em uma escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se possível, quero que estejam presentes neste momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os meus amigos, que muito me ensinaram sobre a força dos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os meus alunos, que souberam me mostrar que esperanças nunca morrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A minha família, onde aprendi as melhores lições sobre o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se possível, será uma tarde serena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alguém trará um violino e tocará a minha música preferida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Em algum lugar do passado”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Talvez alguns poemas que escrevi possam ser lidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Sem tristeza, mas inundados de verdades),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ao som de risos, serão contadas histórias que falem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do amor que sonhei e que nunca deixei de acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Imagino que possam haver lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Caso elas caiam dos olhos dos que me amaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que sejam apenas suficientes para molhar a terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Onde o meu coração foi semeado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E de onde brotarão as sementes dos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que crescerão e darão frutos em outras vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não serão colhidas flores para enfeitá-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pois as flores deverão permanecer nos jardins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para alimentar de vida os passarinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ao final da tarde, quando as pessoas se despedirem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E forem para suas casas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Levarão em suas lembranças a certeza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Professores são eternos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Representam a união de muitos sonhadores do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E também a inspiração de muitos sonhadores do futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E viverão para sempre em cada sonho que fizeram crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando o sopro de vida que há em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For viver em outros planos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando a minha presença se transformar em lembranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quero que as cinzas do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sejam derramadas em uma escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E que no lugar onde meu coração for semeado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Brotem sementes de infinitos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que crescerão e darão frutos em outras vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há em cada aula que leciono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um compromisso com a vida, com a esperança,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com a construção de um mundo melhor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim quero ser lembrado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compromisso de alguém que sonhou e teve a pretensão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de inspirar sonhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/08/professores-nunca-morrem-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKrWZyRK-2E/TkmsEy9oylI/AAAAAAAAAco/Z096BfcRQe4/s72-c/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_838a1dcfc7d8ff0bcc84b2c345f1a552e308a8b8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-3558805440366724270</id><published>2011-08-05T12:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:20:32.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQHl_QFnedY/Ti7csPgoUDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Ent0NDfro1U/s1600/5358777_FaIz3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQHl_QFnedY/Ti7csPgoUDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Ent0NDfro1U/s1600/5358777_FaIz3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVO CONVITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIGOS E AMIGAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gostaria de convidá-los &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a ler a entrevista que fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para o blog &lt;strong&gt;PATCHWORK,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de minha amiga&lt;strong&gt; Sônia Silvino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O link para esta entrevista é:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://soniasilvinoentrevistablogueiros.blogspot.com/2011/07/professor-poeta-blogueiro-e-um-ser.html"&gt;http://soniasilvinoentrevistablogueiros.blogspot.com/2011/07/professor-poeta-blogueiro-e-um-ser.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sônia Silvino é uma jardineira de esperanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cada dia espalha sementes de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos muitos corações que a conhecem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por meio de&amp;nbsp;seus preciosos blogs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;partes preciosas de sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigado de coração querida amiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por este maravilhoso presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você faz parte daquele grupo de pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que sabe a real diferença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre viver e existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para muitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O retorno das férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É um recomeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas para quem ensina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O retorno das férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É um reencontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-color: currentColor currentColor windowtext; border-style: none none solid; border-width: medium medium 1.5pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: currentColor; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ensinar é andar de braços dados com a vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vidas nunca começam e nunca terminam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vidas sempre continuam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjp09kZlkZE/TjKd_w_IIZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XqgoqN7PWXc/s72-c/7066616_oL27M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-637096505325782828</id><published>2011-07-15T07:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T08:58:38.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIapz1TFNq4/Tht74oz5mpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/moTgQrTKu9I/s1600/4448108091_3bd1f0064c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIapz1TFNq4/Tht74oz5mpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/moTgQrTKu9I/s320/4448108091_3bd1f0064c.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;FÉRIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para mim, o tempo de férias é mais que um tempo de descanso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É também um tempo de diminuir o ritmo dos passos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para que o espírito da vida esquecido na agitação diária,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possa me acompanhar novamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E mais uma vez, preencher-me de sentidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um tempo de estar com quem amo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para colorir a minha vida com as mais intensas e perfeitas cores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que só o amor de quem me ama de verdade é capaz de colorir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempo de olhar para o que estou fazendo de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E corrigir os caminhos que me tiram de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto ainda existe tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um tempo de contemplação e entrega,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aos melhores sentimentos que me acompanham,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As esperanças que me alimentam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aos carinhos que me envolvem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E aos perfumes que abraçam meu existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um tempo de ser, de aprender e reaprender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A plenitude do ser feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E assim, de braços dados com a alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tornar a minha vida digna de todos os desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que habitam meu coração e me fazem gente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No mais completo sentido de ser gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;período de férias é um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;de reencontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;com o melhor de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que generosamente trazem o encanto da amizade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aos meus blogs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;www.sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.semvoceeunaoseria.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;www.semvoceeunaoseria.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com a&amp;nbsp;ternura de seus olhares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dão sentido e inundam de vida as minhas palavras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4492974862113175604?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4492974862113175604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/07/convite-meus-queridos-amigos-e-minhas.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4492974862113175604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4492974862113175604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/07/convite-meus-queridos-amigos-e-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd1AEEET8p0/ThcplVYPFPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oWtCOW1Cqco/s72-c/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_7bdb61266e8730aed830c0640dbfc83ee182b0b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5728691712671728224</id><published>2011-06-17T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:07:33.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWtuMFicMMc/TfvjQi_78sI/AAAAAAAAAZk/z-GXFHKxJwY/s1600/F_1_%257E1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619334833487213250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWtuMFicMMc/TfvjQi_78sI/AAAAAAAAAZk/z-GXFHKxJwY/s320/F_1_%257E1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 238px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;APRENDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito tempo pensei que bons professores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram aqueles capazes de ensinar muitas lições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que bons professores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São aqueles que além da capacidade de ensinar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São também capazes de inspirar novas lições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que são capazes de fazer da simplicidade do sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matéria prima de uma educação que faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que são capazes de transformar o mundo com a força do bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria e da amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que bons professores são aqueles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que embora saibam a importância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De se ensinar a colher os frutos do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicam suas vidas a cultivar sementes no presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sabedores da sua força de educadores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semeiam, inspiram e colhem sonhos coletivos de esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas salas de aula de cada Escola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivando jardins de afeto pleno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde brotam sonhos de um novo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos corações dos muitos alunos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida lhes deu para cuidar.&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;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O coração de um professor é um templo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde a vida é celebrada em oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem escolhe ser professor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escolhe também ser jardineiro da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que cresce forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos ensinamentos que fazem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que tornam o mundo mais solidário,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais justo e mais amigo.&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;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-5728691712671728224?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5728691712671728224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/06/aprendi-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html#comment-form' title='61 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5728691712671728224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5728691712671728224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/06/aprendi-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWtuMFicMMc/TfvjQi_78sI/AAAAAAAAAZk/z-GXFHKxJwY/s72-c/F_1_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-2741976326590311664</id><published>2011-05-27T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T08:28:33.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkBdGd1vBjM/Td6euIxRdrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UKvX-g5OoYA/s1600/4454697459_8a76bd841b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611096701215536818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkBdGd1vBjM/Td6euIxRdrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UKvX-g5OoYA/s320/4454697459_8a76bd841b.jpg" style="display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE ME RESTASSE MAIS UMA AULA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Como seria esta aula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprenderia antes de iniciá-la,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome de cada aluno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observaria o brilho de cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o encanto de cada sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a última lição ensinada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria cuidadosamente planejada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não apagar de cada aluno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu brilho e encanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta aula falaria de solidariedade, de amizade e respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falaria de coisas simples e úteis para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falaria da responsabilidade de dedicar a lição aprendida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a construção de um mundo de amor, de paz e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se perderia tempo com ensinamentos inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com competição e egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao final dela nos abraçaríamos e sorriríamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E escreveríamos poemas sobre o presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E iríamos para as ruas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar de solidariedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E correríamos para as nossas casas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para abraçar nossas famílias e amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é preciso esperar a última aula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tão pouco buscar a justificativa do impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois das dificuldades do presente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasce o professor que transforma o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão curta e sei que ainda há muito por fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então imagino cada aula como uma celebração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebração ao amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebração a amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebração a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-2741976326590311664?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2741976326590311664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-me-restasse-mais-uma-aula-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2741976326590311664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2741976326590311664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-me-restasse-mais-uma-aula-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkBdGd1vBjM/Td6euIxRdrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UKvX-g5OoYA/s72-c/4454697459_8a76bd841b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-3626620493137696395</id><published>2011-05-13T00:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:20:29.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrnWvU7Ev94/Tc3zG0KLVII/AAAAAAAAAYc/7ZTc3Y50GHA/s1600/20090226183453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606404409552229506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrnWvU7Ev94/Tc3zG0KLVII/AAAAAAAAAYc/7ZTc3Y50GHA/s320/20090226183453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;CUIDAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos de quem cuida são diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem as cores da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que transforma o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E faz brotar as sementes do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos de quem cuida são diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o dom de acalmar o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tornar a vida plena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser luz para o caminho do afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar é escrever o amor de um modo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor à vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor ao planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que eleva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que devolve à humanidade a sua essência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que transforma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E constrói um novo mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para as gerações que virão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar é sinônimo de amar.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penso que nos dias de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maior lição que um professor pode transmitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aos seus alunos é o afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que inspira o sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nos faz entender o milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que inspira o desejo de cuidar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e de fazer a nossa humanidade tornar-se plena.&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;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-3626620493137696395?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3626620493137696395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuidar-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html#comment-form' title='50 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3626620493137696395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3626620493137696395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuidar-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrnWvU7Ev94/Tc3zG0KLVII/AAAAAAAAAYc/7ZTc3Y50GHA/s72-c/20090226183453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5628757794217246726</id><published>2011-04-29T19:32:00.030-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:37:59.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omcgKiFqZEo/TbtB8py9PnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/L_s2hFzBZPk/s1600/natureza20das20estrelas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601143071832882802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omcgKiFqZEo/TbtB8py9PnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/L_s2hFzBZPk/s320/natureza20das20estrelas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E POR FALAR EM ESTRELAS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O poeta olhava as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre quisera fazer um poema que falasse em estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca havia conseguido entendê-las o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever sobre elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrara que também quisera fazer um poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que falasse sobre mães,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também nunca havia conseguido entendê-las o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever sobre elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia enquanto olhava as estrelas, passou a lembrar de sua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrara de quando era criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de quantas vezes quando estava sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastava um leve choro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que sua mãe viesse de braços abertos confortá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ele mãe significava &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SEGURANÇA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas cresceu e veio a escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiras letras, desenhos e histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O retorno para casa era o momento do encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ele mãe significava &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEGRIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresceu ainda mais e virou adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieram os problemas e novos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na confusão das novas emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe para ele agora significava &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casou-se e vieram os seus filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insegurança, dúvidas e como criá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes momentos sua mãe chegava com conselhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as respostas sempre prontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe para ele significava &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SABEDORIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando sua mãe completou a viagem nesta vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram tantas lembranças, tantas histórias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo distante dela não se sentiu vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe para ele significava &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SAUDADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta olhava as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta lembrava-se de sua mãe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de súbito entendeu que as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais são que o brilho das mães,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo não estando mais em sua viagem pela terra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuam a iluminar e acompanhar os seus filhos sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreendeu que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; foi a melhor forma que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; encontrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para explicar da maneira mais perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O significado pleno da palavra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevi este texto para minha mãe há alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que falo de minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembro imediatamente da sua ternura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da sua fé inabalável,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da sua humanidade especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela eu não seria o que hoje sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços dela aprendi o sentido do que era doação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;força de vontade e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi o sentido do que era justiça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esperança e família.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sei que sem você minha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MÃE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eu não entenderia o significado da palavra &lt;strong&gt;AMOR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicado a Neci Cavalcante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-5628757794217246726?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5628757794217246726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-por-falar-em-estrelas.html#comment-form' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5628757794217246726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5628757794217246726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-por-falar-em-estrelas.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omcgKiFqZEo/TbtB8py9PnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/L_s2hFzBZPk/s72-c/natureza20das20estrelas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4778460613780490818</id><published>2011-04-15T23:47:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:14:25.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qk-nCj5RDi0/TakE90sk38I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZUrtDv-24BM/s1600/DSCF0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596009472148692930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qk-nCj5RDi0/TakE90sk38I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZUrtDv-24BM/s320/DSCF0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO A VIDA NOS INUNDA DE ALEGRIA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mestre estava ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Olhava-os com olhos de ternura, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para guardar em seu coração &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco daquelas vidas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia, naqueles jovens, sorrisos plenos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alegria de juventude inundada de esperanças. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia também lágrimas intensas, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromisso de jovens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Que sabiam o valor do afeto, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do carinho e do amor à vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida em seu sentido mais verdadeiro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mestre estava ali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha vontade de abraçá-los, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sua vida se misturara com a deles, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma noite que se misturava com as estrelas, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que o poder dessa união, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiraria os que acreditavam na força poderosa do bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A multiplicar esta força em seus corações, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para dividí-la com o mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que a despedida estava próxima,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O Mestre sabia que talvez nunca mais os visse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mas sabia também, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre que cada um daqueles jovens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estivesse do lado do bem, do justo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que faz o outro melhor, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele os encontraria novamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E sorriria ao lado daquelas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tão repletas de sentimentos verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O Mestre estava ali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhava-os com olhos de ternura, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para guardar em seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Um pouco daquelas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; __________________________________________________________ &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mês de Março, tive a alegria de ser convidado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; por uma grande amiga, Irmã Marceli, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para uma palestra em Garanhuns – Recife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; com alunos do 3º Ano do Ensino Médio, do &lt;strong&gt;COLÉGIO SANTA SOFIA&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de ser minha primeira palestra fora de Fortaleza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a alegria que colhi nesta viagem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; conversando com alunos, pais e companheiros de Educação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sobre a vida, a esperança, o afeto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ficará para sempre guardada em meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Obrigado a todos que fazem o &lt;strong&gt;COLÉGIO SANTA SOFIA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por este maravilhoso presente, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pelas maravilhosas lições que são semeadas a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; por todos os que fazem esta preciosa Escola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este poema é dedicado aos alunos e alunas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; do &lt;strong&gt;COLÉGIO SANTA SOFIA&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; participantes do&lt;strong&gt; MÁSCARA 2011&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que farão certamente, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muita diferença no mundo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semeando amor e esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nos muitos corações que passarão por suas vidas. &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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4778460613780490818?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4778460613780490818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/04/quando-vida-nos-inunda-de-alegria-texto.html#comment-form' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4778460613780490818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4778460613780490818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/04/quando-vida-nos-inunda-de-alegria-texto.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qk-nCj5RDi0/TakE90sk38I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZUrtDv-24BM/s72-c/DSCF0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-3919243354592427951</id><published>2011-03-08T15:09:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:23:13.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxLbNJvbk9M/TXZxafkZgsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D7nUaxVImvs/s1600/http%25253A%25252F%25252Fd_yimg_com%25252Fgg%25252Fu%25252F5b93bdc7f8aeaf02961317752570981875ca8ca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581773488137011906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxLbNJvbk9M/TXZxafkZgsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D7nUaxVImvs/s320/http%25253A%25252F%25252Fd_yimg_com%25252Fgg%25252Fu%25252F5b93bdc7f8aeaf02961317752570981875ca8ca1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O JOVEM E O GÊNIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluisio Cavalcante Jr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos anos atrás,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um jovem de uma pequena cidade perdida no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrou uma lâmpada maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esfregou-a, aparecendo em seguida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envolto em fumaça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um gênio encantado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com uma voz suave e forte disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“- Pede o que quiseres meu jovem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta um pedido teu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu coloque em tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos tesouros, entre todos os tesouros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior das belezas, entre todas as belezas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos sonhos, entre todos os sonhos...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem que a tudo escutara pacientemente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo o gênio silenciar, respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“- Bondoso gênio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos tesouros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior das belezas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poderás jamais dá-los a mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eles voam nas asas de um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que escolhe em quais céus deve voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podem pertencer a um homem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois voam pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dando valor às esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semeando a beleza das revoluções,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerando os sonhos de liberdade...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“- E que pássaro é este que não posso dar-te, meu jovem?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntou o gênio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“- Ainda não descobristes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondeu o jovem sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“- Chama-se MULHER!”&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A HISTÓRIA DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Este texto nasceu de uma homenagem ao dia da mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres merecem afeto todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não como seres perfeitos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas como companheiras de viagem nesta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que se o mundo fosse mais feminino,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certamente seria mais calmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres tem o dom de transformar o aparentemente simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no eternamente encantador.&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-3919243354592427951?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3919243354592427951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-jovem-e-o-genio-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='42 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3919243354592427951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3919243354592427951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-jovem-e-o-genio-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti com olhos de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te desejo duas certezas que trago comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que nunca descuides dos teus sonhos individuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com eles construirás uma família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprenderás a estudar para ser feliz e não apenas ganhar dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidarás da essência de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que nunca descuides dos teus sonhos coletivos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com eles construirás um País.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprenderás a estudar para fazer feliz e não apenas gerar riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidarás da essência do fazer solidário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que não podemos ser felizes com apenas um dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos servem para inspirar sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para inspirar vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para justificar os sentimentos que nos tornam humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem a união destes dois sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a vida perde o brilho de ser vida.&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;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Existem alunos que passam por nossas vidas e nos transformam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos ensinam e nos fazem melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada ano recebo de presente alunos assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunos que trazem em seus olhos sonhos de um mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para vocês, escrevi este texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a vida ter tido a alegria de compartilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha vida com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ter recebido tanto afeto, e também tantas lições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que vocês seguirão pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem abrir mão dos sonhos que justificam nossa humanidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e perfumam a vida com as flores da esperança.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6853005984685778566?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SorymzmNJw/TVWul6g9d0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/DKpzMEpEu6c/s72-c/6139980_ZFO0P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-8912910649872479044</id><published>2011-01-23T03:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:50:20.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TTsBTPUeHGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KYkDIYmHuZ4/s1600/cd.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565043194587913314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TTsBTPUeHGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KYkDIYmHuZ4/s320/cd.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRECE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sempre que entro em uma sala de aula,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço que a sabedoria dos Mestres da Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acompanhe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que as lições que serão ensinadas por mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrem nos olhos de quem me espera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O brilho precioso da alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha prece diária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me inspira e guia em cada aula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz buscar no ensinar e no aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cores da esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a chama de uma Educação que faz sentido.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penso que ensinar é antes de tudo um ato de fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé nos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé na esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé na imensa capacidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de imaginar e construir um mundo novo.&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;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-8912910649872479044?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8912910649872479044/comments/default' title='Postar 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Início de ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo em que as Escolas começam a planejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de encontros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem acredite que o bom planejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteja apenas nos livros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou se resuma a elaboração de planos didáticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora importantes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de um planejamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não está nos livros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tão pouco nos planos didáticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de um planejamento está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na capacidade de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de inspirar sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem planeja aulas com as cores dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte daquele grupo de Educadores e Educadoras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tem o dom de ser fazer eternos nas lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que a vida lhes deu para cuidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o verdadeiro objetivo de um planejamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a essência de uma Educação que faz sentido.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que o maior compromisso de quem vive a Educação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seja o de inspirar sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem aprende a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transforma o seu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ao lado de outros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constrói o tempo de amizade que acreditamos ver um dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em sua mais perfeita plenitude.&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-8737219486614171730?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8737219486614171730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/01/planejar-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html#comment-form' title='47 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/8737219486614171730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/8737219486614171730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2011/01/planejar-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TSiRlkKO-rI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XZM0ZWZrQKg/s72-c/ECOLOG%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-2964099572273966001</id><published>2010-12-26T00:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:53:00.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TRSKzZejS5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/121Zp23hrFo/s1600/42-19190534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554216856071654290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TRSKzZejS5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/121Zp23hrFo/s320/42-19190534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OBRIGADO DE CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O que faz um professor feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São muitas as respostas possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professores têm a capacidade de buscar a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No que é mais simples e verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De buscar na alegria da partilha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu sentido mais completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sorrir com as coisas simples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que aquietam o espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim felicidade vem sempre acompanhada do afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que neste segundo ano de publicação do blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua a chegar de maneira intensa e verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa que aqui esteve multiplicou meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe até mim uma felicidade simples e plena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil de explicar, mas adorável de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por cada palavra registrada nos comentários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por quem nos seguiu ou simplesmente visitou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado de coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ajudarem a escrever com vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Páginas preciosas da minha história.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-2964099572273966001?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2964099572273966001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/12/obrigado-de-coracao-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='52 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2964099572273966001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2964099572273966001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/12/obrigado-de-coracao-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TRSKzZejS5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/121Zp23hrFo/s72-c/42-19190534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4018846879773602250</id><published>2010-12-07T21:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:28:40.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TP7O4pjtfwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/24lPmbR2IDM/s1600/nascimento-de-jesus-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548099263590661890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TP7O4pjtfwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/24lPmbR2IDM/s320/nascimento-de-jesus-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O NATAL VERDADEIRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Natal está chegando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já podemos ouvir os sons que chegam das ruas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já podemos ver as árvores enfeitadas de luzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na televisão muitas propagandas falam do Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crianças correm e pedem presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lojas se enchem de pessoas que correm de um lado ao outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheias de pacotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comemoram-se as compras, as vendas, o consumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o verdadeiro Natal não é esse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro Natal chega silencioso a cada vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toma conta de cada coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não tenha perdido a doçura de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este natal chega de graça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também cheio de graça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazido pelo brilho suave da mais bela das luzes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz da fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso neste Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que presentes é preciso distribuir amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso abraçar nossos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dividir a nossa mesa com aqueles que têm fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amar nossas famílias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar com os nossos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaprender a doçura de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como é bom estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como é bom ter um lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a grandeza do amor de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por meio do presente maior que poderia nos ser dado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu filho Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cada um que celebre esta noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada homem, cada mulher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que entenda que o Natal não é consumo, é doação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que entenda que o Natal não é uma data, é celebração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sinta o coração encher-se de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem a obrigação de ensinar a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O valor da fé, da amizade, da solidariedade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E celebrar o verdadeiro nascimento de Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu para que o mundo fosse melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu para que o mundo fosse amor.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quando escrevi este texto, era véspera de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei que pudesse dividí-lo com minha família e amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para celebrarmos uma noite verdadeira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde amizade, agradecimento e esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pudessem ser vividos em sua plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o maior presente que possamos dar a alguém esta noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não seja material,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas seja o olhar de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capaz de justificar a vida.&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;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4018846879773602250?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4018846879773602250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-natal-verdadeiro-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='43 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4018846879773602250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4018846879773602250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-natal-verdadeiro-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TP7O4pjtfwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/24lPmbR2IDM/s72-c/nascimento-de-jesus-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4756362264965549634</id><published>2010-11-26T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:15:25.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TO2f4iqEbyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bbrrhyCReqY/s1600/estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543262510087696162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TO2f4iqEbyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bbrrhyCReqY/s320/estrelas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ESTRELAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Como são bonitas as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no seu viver na imensidão dos céus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguem a refletir os raios do sol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformando o vazio da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em caminhos de luz e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como são bonitas as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no seu viver nos olhares humanos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguem a refletir o brilho dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformando o sentir individual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em caminhos de amizade e comunhão.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que o objetivo maior do conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a busca de sonhos coletivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São estes sonhos que transformam o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem a vida valer à pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o coração transbordar de esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4756362264965549634?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4756362264965549634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/11/estrelas-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html#comment-form' title='44 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4756362264965549634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4756362264965549634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/11/estrelas-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TO2f4iqEbyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bbrrhyCReqY/s72-c/estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-3029137092290723021</id><published>2010-11-13T11:10:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:25:02.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TN6hASzKb1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/aAVVGNXeY4k/s1600/duc%2Bin%2Baltum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539041618130792274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TN6hASzKb1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/aAVVGNXeY4k/s320/duc%2Bin%2Baltum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUC IN ALTUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Há quem diga que gente não pode voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós que ensinamos e aprendemos lições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De transformar o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que isto não é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente pode voar, sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir até a altura dos seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir ao céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir a outras galáxias e constelações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos também que nesta viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode voar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois assim como as asas precisam do vento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a melodia precisa de uma letra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como as sementes precisam da terra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente precisa de gente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para iluminar e ser iluminada pela magia dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim continuar a viagem da existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUC IN ALTUM&lt;/strong&gt; significa ir sempre para o alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumo ao infinito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para um dia chegar de mãos dadas com a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao lugar mais alto que gente pode chegar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O coração da vida.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DUC IN ALTUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é uma expressão derivada do latim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que significa avançar para águas mais profundas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou seguir sempre para o alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso ser este o objetivo maior da educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirar em cada vida que passa por nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a capacidade de ir ao encontro dos seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e transformar-se neles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto dedicado aos queridos amigos e amigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do Colégio Santa Cecília,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que trazem o tema DUC IN ALTUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em seus corações.&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-3029137092290723021?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3029137092290723021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/11/duc-in-altum-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3029137092290723021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3029137092290723021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/11/duc-in-altum-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TN6hASzKb1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/aAVVGNXeY4k/s72-c/duc%2Bin%2Baltum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7774290665709361942</id><published>2010-10-31T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:23:26.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TM38heH92KI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6olRLqH_s34/s1600/brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534357169060567202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TM38heH92KI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6olRLqH_s34/s320/brasil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OLHOS DE DILMA, OLHOS DE LIBERDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluisio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais bonito de uma vida de mulher é o seu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois em seus olhos pode se perceber seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem pensa com o coração transforma o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem aprende a ver a vida assim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica fácil entender que pessoas não são números.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é preciso compartilhar riqueza para que haja esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é preciso ter força diante da injustiça sem perder a ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que diante da mentira, do medo e da exploração humana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso trazer nos olhos a coragem que nasce do fundo da alma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que inspira a transformação sonhada pelos bons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti amiga Dilma, podemos ver a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode deter os sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos, os teus, os sonhos coletivos de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de Chico, de Niemeyer, de Bete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de Geraldo, de Boff, de Betto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de Silvas, de Marias, de Josés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de trabalhadores, de estudantes e professores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de religiosos, índios e agricultores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de tantas pessoas que insistem em fazer da solidariedade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matéria prima do Brasil que imaginamos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que um dia iremos ver de forma plena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada lar brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isso que inspira o bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos de Dilma são olhos de liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade que transforma o sonho em vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que força nenhuma é capaz de deter.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Democracia é um exercício de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a eleição não existem derrotados, tão pouco vitoriosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que existe é um imenso País,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;único em sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um povo simples, tolerante e cheio de fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a nova presidenta possa governar com sabedoria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestidade e ética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saiba combater a corrupção,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a miséria e a violência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saiba cuidar dos muitos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colocados em suas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que de mãos dadas com a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possamos juntos, povo e governo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tornar real este Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que imaginamos para todos.&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;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-7774290665709361942?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7774290665709361942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/10/olhos-de-dilma-olhos-de-liberdade-texto.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7774290665709361942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7774290665709361942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/10/olhos-de-dilma-olhos-de-liberdade-texto.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TM38heH92KI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6olRLqH_s34/s72-c/brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-2885424235780986475</id><published>2010-10-13T22:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:23:49.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TLZbQV_7r6I/AAAAAAAAATY/Cf5-YQin2mQ/s1600/mestres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527705928985194402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TLZbQV_7r6I/AAAAAAAAATY/Cf5-YQin2mQ/s320/mestres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOBRE ESCOLAS E PROFESSORES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há escola tão grande,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não possa ser guardada em um coração de professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há professor tão sábio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não possa aprender em uma escola de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque para um professor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola é o que dá sentido a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para uma escola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor é o alimento de sua existência,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para cada um,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor e escola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O construir um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a razão e o sentido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que faz o ensinar e o aprender valer à pena.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio que ensinar é a arte de fazer eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que aparentemente seria passageiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim desejo para cada professor e professora deste imenso País,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que cada dia do professor tenha a exata duração de sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a intensa força dos seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-2885424235780986475?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TLZbQV_7r6I/AAAAAAAAATY/Cf5-YQin2mQ/s72-c/mestres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-1206503594344164401</id><published>2010-10-01T01:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:33:00.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TKVNGd5kozI/AAAAAAAAATA/HnBiR64KTYw/s1600/poema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522905291540439858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TKVNGd5kozI/AAAAAAAAATA/HnBiR64KTYw/s320/poema.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UMA LIÇÃO PRECIOSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que quando os braços da tristeza nos envolvem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar da amizade nos liberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o passado embora importante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertence as lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E somente o presente é o que nos resta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envolvendo-nos com seus preciosos minutos de vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convidando-nos a abrir o coração a alegria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dessa alegria provar seu mais intenso sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que se alguém sente a nossa falta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos chama de volta aos seus caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí está a resposta sobre o sentido do nosso existir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois do amor viemos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para o amor seguiremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim de braços dados a esta certeza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida me abraça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois já não sou sozinho.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&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="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nestes dias onde a dor nos ocupa o coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é bom saber que existem pessoas a cuidar de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos reais e virtuais nos falam de alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos inspiram a retomar o nosso compromisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De andar de mãos dadas com a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vocês a minha eterna gratidão.&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-1206503594344164401?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1206503594344164401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-licao-preciosa-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1206503594344164401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1206503594344164401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-licao-preciosa-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TKVNGd5kozI/AAAAAAAAATA/HnBiR64KTYw/s72-c/poema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4423917632242001738</id><published>2010-08-08T10:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:34:24.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TF61YeXGQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/AGTAtyoW1B8/s1600/Saudade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503035226764755954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TF61YeXGQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/AGTAtyoW1B8/s320/Saudade1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NÃO HÁ ADEUS PARA QUEM SE AMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meu Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendemos que chegou teu momento de partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma precisava de liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade já não possível em teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não te permitia ver as cores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os sabores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar passos fortes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado das pessoas que amavas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enchiam de sentidos tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos aqui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristes com tuas saudades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também felizes por tudo que vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos e sonhamos a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendemos que tua partida não é o fim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois ninguém morre quando ama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a morte parece ser mais forte que a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor certamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais forte que a morte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem parte passa apenas a viver de outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imerso em nós,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visível aos olhos do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ti, além das lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restará uma família preciosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolheste bem a nossa Mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher forte de olhos de esperança e fé inabalável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraste filhos e filhas que são Irmãos e Irmãs amorosos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que também constroem lindas famílias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir dos ensinamentos de ti e de nossa mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim segue com calma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz e tranqüilidade meu querido velho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como dizias sempre que nos separávamos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com mãos unidas e olhos para o alto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“- Que Deus te proteja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Nossa Senhora te acompanhe...”&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esta semana foi difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de quatorze meses de luta contra uma doença cruel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu pai completou sua viagem nesta vida e partiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais estranho que pareça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado da dor vivemos dias de muita alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria no cuidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria no conversar sobre coisas simples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo tão significativas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sentirmos a plenitude da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de sentir o amor de uma família&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na sua forma mais intensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos e amigas dos meus espaços de sentimentos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEM VOCÊ EU NÃO SERIA e CORAÇÃO DE PROFESSOR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que me trazem tanto afeto e alegria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao inundarem de vida minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e dividirem comigo tantos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estarei ausente por algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até a chama da alegria novamente brilhar intensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos que estão ao nosso lado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que dividem conosco sorrisos e lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que seguram minha dor com suas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que na força de um abraço ou de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dizem tanto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faltam-me palavras para agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a paz nos acompanhe nesta travessia.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4423917632242001738?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4423917632242001738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-ha-adeus-para-quem-se-ama-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4423917632242001738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4423917632242001738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-ha-adeus-para-quem-se-ama-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TF61YeXGQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/AGTAtyoW1B8/s72-c/Saudade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-2416962865518690363</id><published>2010-07-31T05:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T06:28:24.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TFPr5462f4I/AAAAAAAAASc/DrOX5i-_4J4/s1600/crianca-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499998949713805186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TFPr5462f4I/AAAAAAAAASc/DrOX5i-_4J4/s320/crianca-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO AS ESCOLAS RETORNAM DAS FÉRIAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as escolas retornam de férias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocorre o encontro da alegria com a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste encontro todos ensinam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste encontro todos aprendem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim o que era saudade se faz afeto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o dia se tinge com as mais belas cores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o olhar da vida pode contemplar.&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;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imagino que esperança e alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejam as mais importantes lições,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que podem ser ensinadas e aprendidas em uma escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem traz no coração esta certeza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entende o que a educação pode fazer por uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2943495773068888544-2416962865518690363?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TFPr5462f4I/AAAAAAAAASc/DrOX5i-_4J4/s72-c/crianca-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-6739313392759076480</id><published>2010-07-15T14:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:58:59.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TD9LrOulrCI/AAAAAAAAASM/KB6g9fPmb1E/s1600/esperan%C3%A7a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494193276475255842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TD9LrOulrCI/AAAAAAAAASM/KB6g9fPmb1E/s320/esperan%C3%A7a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUANDO AS ESCOLAS ENTRAM DE FÉRIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as escolas entram de férias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros de esperanças jogam sobre elas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementes de vida que crescerão com calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No retorno das aulas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestres e alunos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderão colher os frutos nascidos dessas sementes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frutos que cheios de vida e esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alimentarão muitos corações de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tornarão o ensinar e aprender,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de sorrisos partilhados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na certeza de uma educação que faz sentido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que constrói o mundo de paz que imaginamos.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Férias são necessárias para cuidarmos dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem educa traz uma escola no coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cuida dela em qualquer lugar que esteja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6739313392759076480?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TD9LrOulrCI/AAAAAAAAASM/KB6g9fPmb1E/s72-c/esperan%C3%A7a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-1574639985396685207</id><published>2010-06-26T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:26:23.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SlaBpA4u8HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mG1_ZV25QSo/s1600-h/encontros+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356611348416360562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SlaBpA4u8HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mG1_ZV25QSo/s320/encontros+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENCONTROS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que não existe nada mais belo que o brilho das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando as noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem ache que não existe nada mais belo que o brilho do sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando as manhãs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós que construímos um novo mundo a partir da educação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que nada pode ser mais belo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o brilho da luz que surge do encontro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do olhar de alguém que de repente aprende,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o olhar de alguém que amorosamente ensina.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A cada dia que vivo a educação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho certeza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o verdadeiro papel de um professor ou professora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é promover o encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre a vida e o sentido desta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestres que descobrem esta certeza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprendem a ser eternos na vida de seus alunos e alunas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-1574639985396685207?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1574639985396685207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/encontros-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante.html#comment-form' title='47 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1574639985396685207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1574639985396685207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/encontros-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SlaBpA4u8HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mG1_ZV25QSo/s72-c/encontros+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-2286124586382749357</id><published>2010-06-03T16:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:59:43.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TAa7t5t6rXI/AAAAAAAAARk/eSZesI0IrCg/s1600/viver2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478272394004704626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TAa7t5t6rXI/AAAAAAAAARk/eSZesI0IrCg/s320/viver2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A VIDA COMO FENÔMENO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Gerardo Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é ir ao encontro dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter muitos amigos para com eles sorrir, rir e dar gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É perdoar mesmo os que rejeitam a sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é ter no pensamento, que pessoas são insubstituíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aprender que se agir por impulso é preciso saber se desculpar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Porque o que você queria mesmo era acertar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver á não se fazer esquecer e não se esquecer dos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo os que por algum motivo decepcionaram a sua confiança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou que tentaram fazer dormir suas esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é gritar e jurar amor eterno aos que você ama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem temer a saudade e a morte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a paixão de amar é intensa e deixa no grito, o eco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é ser “atrevido”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É não se contentar com o presente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois certamente o futuro pode ser melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É entender que cada instante é música e dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É foto que a máquina digital de existência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouviu, moveu e revelou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você!&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Recebi este texto de presente do grande amigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poeta e professor Gerardo Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerardo é uma dessas pessoas iluminadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que transforma vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com aulas inundadas de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e repletas de sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educadores assim ficam eternizados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas fotos registradas nas máquinas digitais dos corações,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e inspiram a educação que faz sentido a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-2286124586382749357?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2286124586382749357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-como-fenomeno.html#comment-form' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2286124586382749357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2286124586382749357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-como-fenomeno.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TAa7t5t6rXI/AAAAAAAAARk/eSZesI0IrCg/s72-c/viver2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-393751536753126614</id><published>2010-05-20T21:09:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:59:38.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TABl4uFGWQI/AAAAAAAAARU/5JuZoXhBLnY/s1600/zilda-arns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476489171999021314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TABl4uFGWQI/AAAAAAAAARU/5JuZoXhBLnY/s320/zilda-arns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SONHADORES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sonhadores nunca morrem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vão passam a viver de outra forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformam-se em inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim continuam presentes em nossos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivos nos sonhos que semearam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando quisermos vê-los novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deveremos usar os olhos do coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos capazes de ver tudo o que é belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também tudo o que é capaz de inspirar o belo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sonhadores partem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntam-se a outros sonhadores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para continuarem a semear em nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sementes do que de melhor há no mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que faz a vida valer à pena e tornar-se plena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que dá brilho a esperança e alimento a paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhadores nunca morrem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vão deste mundo passam a viver de outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivos nos sonhos que semearam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuam a habitar nossos corações,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinando-nos o verdadeiro sentido de estarmos vivos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lembrando-nos o verdadeiro sentido para dedicarmos nossas vidas.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zilda Arns foi uma sonhadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dona de profundo conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostrou a todos que a conheceram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como utilizar este conhecimento para a construção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de uma sociedade mais justa e solidária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejamos capazes de utilizar seus conhecimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para semearmos o amor que imaginamos para toda a humanidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;construindo um novo modelo de sociedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fundamentado na vida e não no capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-393751536753126614?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/393751536753126614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/05/sonhadores-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante.html#comment-form' title='46 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/393751536753126614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/393751536753126614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/05/sonhadores-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/TABl4uFGWQI/AAAAAAAAARU/5JuZoXhBLnY/s72-c/zilda-arns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-1991077590557992817</id><published>2010-05-07T00:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:58:55.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SsaZflGBUCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5A4rgx-Bm2Q/s1600-h/vida%2B%25C3%25A1rida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388162772007735330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SsaZflGBUCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5A4rgx-Bm2Q/s320/vida%2B%25C3%25A1rida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VENCER É TRANSFORMAR O MUNDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vencer não significa apenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir sucesso em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencer é algo maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencer significa por meio do nosso esforço,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contribuir para a construção de um País melhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde os nossos filhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os filhos dos nossos filhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragam em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O brilho que acompanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que jamais abrem mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos valores éticos, solidários e humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É essa a vitória que transforma o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que permite que a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possa realmente ser vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em toda a sua plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Acredito que o grande desafio que temos pela frente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o de construir um novo modelo de educação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tenha como objetivo maior, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o resgate do humano, do solidário e do ético. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Quem traz em si a semente da educação que faz sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;jamais poderá desistir de lutar por uma escola assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-1991077590557992817?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1991077590557992817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/vencer-e-transformar-o-mundo-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='47 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1991077590557992817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1991077590557992817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/vencer-e-transformar-o-mundo-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SsaZflGBUCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5A4rgx-Bm2Q/s72-c/vida%2B%25C3%25A1rida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-6967770313775771120</id><published>2010-04-22T00:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:10:00.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S85tZqiJNyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/etwvtM3eJfI/s1600/aniversario"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462423685728646946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S85tZqiJNyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/etwvtM3eJfI/s320/aniversario" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRO A MINHAVIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Celebro a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a plenitude dos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a brevidade do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que são certezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que são dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que pertenço ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor ao qual me entrego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pássaro que abre as asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se entrega aos ventos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim celebro minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a plenitude do hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a brevidade do amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não faço planos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não me desespero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que o tempo é curto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que ainda há tanto por fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebro a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem me preocupar com a minha brevidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrando a cada dia meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor que justifica o existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E faz a vida valer à pena.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Celebramos tantas coisas durante a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que às vezes esquecemos de celebrar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi este texto quando pensava nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou (re)aprendendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sentir as coisas que me dão sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, dia do meu aniversário,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebro os presentes diários que recebo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valiosas amizades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma preciosa família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inegociáveis ideais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estou vivendo e não apenas existindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estou vivendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou vivendo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo...&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;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6967770313775771120?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6967770313775771120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebro-minhavida-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='47 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6967770313775771120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6967770313775771120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebro-minhavida-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S85tZqiJNyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/etwvtM3eJfI/s72-c/aniversario' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7698569856273077059</id><published>2010-04-09T12:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:45:54.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S7fxIq6d6rI/AAAAAAAAAPM/O-OxNYABUrw/s1600/abra%C3%A7os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456094604843412146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S7fxIq6d6rI/AAAAAAAAAPM/O-OxNYABUrw/s320/abra%C3%A7os.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABRAÇOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluisio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos os gestos que justificam a nossa humanidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos que mais gosto é o abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque  lembre afeto de pai e carinho de mãe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com seus abraços nos protegem dos perigos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque  lembre à pessoa amada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos dias calmos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com seu abraço nos leva as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos dias não tão calmos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com seu abraço impede que nos percamos de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque  lembre amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com o abraço da amizade, traz aos nossos olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cores da vida com os seus mais intensos matizes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas há um tipo de abraço que considero especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste abraço as mãos protegem e ajudam a construir um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É neste abraço que os passos rápidos se juntam aos passos lentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para juntos construírem um caminho para chegar a um objetivo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de transformar a vida e justificar um ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste abraço nascem sentimentos de união e solidariedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascem alegrias vindas da certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sentir a presença do outro ao nosso lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim quando juntos abraçamos um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformamos o &lt;strong&gt;EU&lt;/strong&gt; sozinho em um &lt;strong&gt;NÓS&lt;/strong&gt; multidão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E construímos com um abraço que inspira a confiança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que de mais forte pode existir na vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A essência do que chamamos parceria, cumplicidade e equipe.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Escolas são espaços de sonhos coletivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando todos abraçam um sonho e trabalham juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era idéia se transforma em realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Este texto é dedicado a duas pessoas especiais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aldênio e Karine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigos que na força de um &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;abraço de amizade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspiram palavras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;em meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-7698569856273077059?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7698569856273077059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/04/abracos-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html#comment-form' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7698569856273077059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7698569856273077059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/04/abracos-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S7fxIq6d6rI/AAAAAAAAAPM/O-OxNYABUrw/s72-c/abra%C3%A7os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-6631350718885138128</id><published>2010-03-26T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:28:37.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sjbu9uaQOJI/AAAAAAAAADY/iEm2xH8xTjk/s1600-h/ser+feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347724351746619538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sjbu9uaQOJI/AAAAAAAAADY/iEm2xH8xTjk/s320/ser+feliz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SER FELIZ É FAZER FELIZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É inspirar em cada pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que passa por nossa vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O encanto, a alegria e a certeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do brotar de sonhos nos jardins do coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É este brotar de sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que perfuma nossa existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que nos faz mais fortes diante do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que nos faz transbordar de esperanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E fortalece o nosso compromisso com a vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O compromisso de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Todo conhecimento que podemos transmitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aos nossos alunos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deve ter como &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; a construção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um modelo solidário de sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aprender a ser feliz deve ser sempre acompanhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do aprender a fazer feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente assim o que ensinamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode encontrar o seu sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colégio Cientista é uma escola de Fortaleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos de 2008 e 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este texto foi o tema do seu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;projeto&lt;/span&gt; educacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolas assim têm o dom de transformar vidas.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6631350718885138128?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6631350718885138128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/ser-feliz-e-fazer-feliz-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='64 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6631350718885138128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6631350718885138128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/ser-feliz-e-fazer-feliz-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sjbu9uaQOJI/AAAAAAAAADY/iEm2xH8xTjk/s72-c/ser+feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5665713556261548021</id><published>2010-03-10T23:04:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:03:21.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S5lzebB255I/AAAAAAAAAOk/KBp1w68WhcU/s1600-h/aprendi+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447512190770145170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S5lzebB255I/AAAAAAAAAOk/KBp1w68WhcU/s320/aprendi+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;APRENDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito tempo pensei que bons professores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram aqueles capazes de ensinar muitas lições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que bons professores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São aqueles que além da capacidade de ensinar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São também capazes de inspirar novas lições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que são capazes de fazer da simplicidade do sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matéria prima de uma educação que faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que são capazes de transformar o mundo com a força do bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da alegria e da amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que bons professores são aqueles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que embora saibam a importância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De se ensinar a colher os frutos do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicam suas vidas a cultivar sementes no presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sabedores da sua força de educadores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semeiam, inspiram e colhem sonhos coletivos de esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas salas de aula de cada Escola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivando jardins de afeto pleno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De onde brotam sonhos de um novo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos corações dos muitos alunos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida lhes deu para cuidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O coração de um professor é um templo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde a vida é celebrada em oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem escolhe ser professor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escolhe também ser jardineiro das esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperanças que crescem fortes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos ensinamentos que fazem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que tornam o mundo mais solidário,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais justo e mais amigo.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-5665713556261548021?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5665713556261548021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/03/aprendi-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html#comment-form' title='47 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5665713556261548021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5665713556261548021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/03/aprendi-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a festa vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Começar agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E é para sonhar quem quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traz tua alegria para cá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E traga o teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teu sonho de educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós precisamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De ti nesse cordão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pode chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a escola é grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E é toda nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vai ter muita integração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para uma escola melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos cuidar da sintonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da nossa integração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Da unidade vai nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nova idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da unidade vai nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A novidade...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E é para chegar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabendo que a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sol na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o empenho das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É bem maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irá planejar nossas manhãs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos levar o sonho com união,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos ideais das escolas campeãs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós vamos buscar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a todos falar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da nossa passagem.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos falar das idéias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dão vida a nossa coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos embora que a hora é essa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vamos ousar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentir a força da vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unir e conquistar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oô eô eá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o sonho vai apenas começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oô eô eá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Educação de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É fazer gente brilhar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Este texto teve como inspiração o samba&lt;br /&gt;O HOMEM FALOU, de autoria de Gonzaguinha,&lt;br /&gt;maravilhosamente interpretado por Maria Rita e a Velha Guarda da Mangueira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que este texto possa ser cantado ou declamado&lt;br /&gt;à cada reinício das aulas, pois este retorno,&lt;br /&gt;tem sempre um intenso sabor de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Salas de aula são como alas de uma escola de samba, onde nós que acreditamos em sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;devemos estar preparados para fazer desfilar nas avenidas das nossas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;e com a inspiração de nossos jovens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uma nova sociedade e um novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;País.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-5894146571814713453?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5894146571814713453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/teu-sonho-de-educacao-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5894146571814713453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5894146571814713453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/teu-sonho-de-educacao-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SmfJVYUILzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OHFb1mlzr3o/s72-c/teu+sonho+de+educa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7792670790296573555</id><published>2010-02-13T14:22:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:26:08.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S3b24j_PY2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/W8mnu5hN4Do/s1600-h/metades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437805051690050402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S3b24j_PY2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/W8mnu5hN4Do/s320/metades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MESTRES SÃO METADES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aprendi com os anos dedicados a educação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que para ensinar lições que tenham sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso que se tenha uma certeza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestres são metades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dessa certeza que vem a sua força,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois Mestres que se reconhecem metades sabem muitas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que não podem ser sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que não podem esconder as lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que têm o poder de se reinventar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que têm o dom de encantar a si e aos outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com pequenas conquistas que para muitos passariam despercebidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por saber tudo isso Mestres metades renascem a cada dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como renasce o sol a cada manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando estes Mestres encontram outros Mestres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus sonhos se entrelaçam como feixes de trigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois embora sejam diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São feitos de um único sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um sonho ensinado a cada dia de forma coletiva,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que faz com que todos possam entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida só realmente é vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando faz cada vida &lt;strong&gt;TORNAR-SE MAIOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quando faz cada vida &lt;strong&gt;TORNAR-SE MELHOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É impossível educar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bonito desta lição é a sua capacidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de transformar o EU em um NÓS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolas são feitas de muitas metades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da união destas metades nascem sonhos coletivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos coletivos tem o poder de mudar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S3b24j_PY2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/W8mnu5hN4Do/s72-c/metades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7776601908834686936</id><published>2010-02-01T14:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:36:17.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sn27AIPcdEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GhpPXayBsUo/s1600-h/passaros0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367651941782156354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sn27AIPcdEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GhpPXayBsUo/s320/passaros0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PARA QUE SERVEM AS LIÇÕES QUE ENSINAMOS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todas as lições&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;que nós,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educadores de sonhos e esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmitimos a cada um de nossos alunos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um objetivo maior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajudá-los a construir um novo modelo de mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha como ideal inquestionável o AMOR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas suas mais variadas formas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor ao próximo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor à ética,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor aos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor à família,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor à vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor a natureza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amor ao conhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz entender que individualmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que construímos perde o sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver esse amor ser construído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cada um de nossos alunos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para nós a inspiração de novos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a justificativa maior de nossas vidas.&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;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que nestes tempos onde o individualismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;parece prevalecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a vida, perder importância,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a nossa maior missão como educadores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é resgatar as lições de solidariedade e respeito a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim construíremos uma nova sociedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que talvez não vejamos em nosso curto tempo de existência,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas cujas sementes plantaremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que as futuras gerações possam colher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sn27AIPcdEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GhpPXayBsUo/s72-c/passaros0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7228620405890070576</id><published>2010-01-19T07:29:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:59:53.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S1WLhjh4sdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BO71aLKI8zI/s1600-h/tempo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428398334454313426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S1WLhjh4sdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BO71aLKI8zI/s320/tempo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ESCOLAS SÃO ETERNAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluisio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem acredite que nas escolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano comece no início do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem acredite que nas escolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano termine no final do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem aprende a olhar uma escola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é capaz de entendê-la,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que esta noção de tempo não se aplica a ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolas são eternas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para elas o tempo não tem inicio e tão pouco fim.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quando uma escola é criada já nasce grávida da eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa que passa por ela,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a levará para sempre em seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso para uma escola não existe o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois o amor que a justifica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por ela também se justifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2943495773068888544-7228620405890070576?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7228620405890070576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/01/escolas-sao-eternas-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='46 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7228620405890070576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7228620405890070576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/01/escolas-sao-eternas-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S1WLhjh4sdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BO71aLKI8zI/s72-c/tempo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-3398311824564867453</id><published>2010-01-10T00:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:09:51.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S0hPYTM4zCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OeJ-RKLsqys/s1600-h/saberes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424673030057544738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S0hPYTM4zCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OeJ-RKLsqys/s320/saberes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOSSOS FAZERES SÃO SABERES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma semana de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O perfume da chuva se confundia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o perfume do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles e elas estavam ali, reunidos mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes audíveis semeavam idéias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falavam sobre sonhos e futuro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falavam histórias de paz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falavam projetos de presente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falavam sobre fundamentos e essências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas havia outras vozes silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que chegavam aos ouvidos daqueles que estavam ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lembravam valiosas lições,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Se escolhes matar, também morrerás...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Se deixares viver, também viverás...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A vida é um presente de Deus...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Grandes missões são acompanhadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De grandes responsabilidades...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "O essencial é invisível aos olhos...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Podemos sempre mais do que imaginamos...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, de repente as vozes se uniram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado e presente passaram a falar em uma única voz coletiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Qual é a força de um sonho?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Até onde pode voar um coração?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Qual o alcance dos nossos fazeres?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Qual futuro nascerá dos nossos saberes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E unidas pela certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que une os corações que vivem para o bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprometiam-se com a vida para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unindo o FAZER e o SABER com a força do sim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a educação que transforma...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a fé e a esperança...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a paz e a justiça...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a vida e o amor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma semana de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A força do brilho do sol se confundia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a força do brilho do amor.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando uma escola consegue unir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a força do fazer com a essência do saber,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta escola encontrou o seu sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-3398311824564867453?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3398311824564867453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/01/nossos-fazeres-sao-saberes-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3398311824564867453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3398311824564867453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2010/01/nossos-fazeres-sao-saberes-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/S0hPYTM4zCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OeJ-RKLsqys/s72-c/saberes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-695698376830352899</id><published>2009-12-25T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:23:19.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Szl2E8JW8-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/eVNUOiGfZrY/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420493453754037218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Szl2E8JW8-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/eVNUOiGfZrY/s320/natal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OBRIGADO DE CORAÇÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O que faz um professor feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São muitas as respostas possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professores têm a capacidade de buscar a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No que é mais simples e verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim felicidade vem sempre acompanhada do afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que neste primeiro ano de publicação do blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou de maneira intensa e verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa que aqui esteve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicou sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe até mim uma felicidade simples e verdadeira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil de explicar, mas adorável de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por cada palavra registrada nos comentários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por quem nos seguiu ou simplesmente visitou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado de coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês escreveram em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das mais lindas páginas da minha história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2943495773068888544-695698376830352899?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/695698376830352899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/12/obrigado-de-coracao.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/695698376830352899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/695698376830352899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/12/obrigado-de-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Szl2E8JW8-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/eVNUOiGfZrY/s72-c/natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7742602312487273753</id><published>2009-12-20T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:50:19.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sy09R_DYnyI/AAAAAAAAAME/UhT5Gahx9GE/s1600-h/natal2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417053305989275426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sy09R_DYnyI/AAAAAAAAAME/UhT5Gahx9GE/s320/natal2004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O NATAL VERDADEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Natal está chegando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já podemos ouvir os sons que chegam das ruas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já podemos ver as árvores enfeitadas de luzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na televisão muitas propagandas falam do Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crianças correm e pedem presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lojas se enchem de pessoas que correm de um lado ao outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheias de pacotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comemoram-se as compras, as vendas, o consumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o verdadeiro Natal não é esse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro Natal chega silencioso a cada vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toma conta de cada coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não tenha perdido a doçura de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este natal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chega de graça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; cheio de graça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazido pelo brilho suave da mais bela das luzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz da fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso neste Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que presentes é preciso distribuir amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso abraçar nossos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dividir a nossa mesa com aqueles que têm fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amar nossas famílias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar com os nossos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaprender a doçura de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como é bom estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como é bom ter um lar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a grandeza do amor de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por meio do presente maior que poderia nos ser dado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu filho Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cada um que celebre esta noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada homem, cada mulher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que entenda que o Natal não é consumo, é doação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que entenda que o Natal não é uma data, é celebração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sinta o coração encher-se de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem a obrigação de ensinar a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O valor da fé, da amizade, da solidariedade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E celebrar o verdadeiro nascimento de Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nasceu para que o mundo fosse melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu para que o mundo fosse amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quando escrevi este texto, era véspera de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei que pudesse dividí-lo com minha família e amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para celebrarmos uma noite verdadeira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde amizade, agradecimento e esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pudessem ser vividos em sua plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o maior presente que possamos dar a alguém esta noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não seja material,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas seja o olhar de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capaz de justificar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-7742602312487273753?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7742602312487273753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-natal-verdadeiro-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7742602312487273753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7742602312487273753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-natal-verdadeiro-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sy09R_DYnyI/AAAAAAAAAME/UhT5Gahx9GE/s72-c/natal2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-816654237652479763</id><published>2009-12-04T20:20:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:10:35.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SxmjkDpJteI/AAAAAAAAALg/ub68znHvZbU/s1600-h/liberdade+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411536267110888930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SxmjkDpJteI/AAAAAAAAALg/ub68znHvZbU/s320/liberdade+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HISTÓRIA ETERNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quando ele a viu pela primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;Ficou deslumbrado com a sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Com os seus longos cabelos jogados ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;Com os seus olhos profundos que lembravam o céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também observou que muitos que passavam por ela&lt;br /&gt;Evitavam encará-la de frente,&lt;br /&gt;Aumentando o ritmo dos passos&lt;br /&gt;Ou procurando outro caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Que impedisse qualquer forma de encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas com ele foi diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Ele seguiu ao encontro dela&lt;br /&gt;E ficou diante do seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela estendeu-lhe a mão,&lt;br /&gt;Segurou-o de modo confiante&lt;br /&gt;Como se fossem velhos conhecidos,&lt;br /&gt;E depois, uma vez de mãos dadas,&lt;br /&gt;Assim permaneceram para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem era ela? Chamavam-na de LIBERDADE.&lt;br /&gt;Quem era ele? Chamavam-no de PROFESSOR.&lt;br /&gt;Por que permaneceram unidos para sempre?&lt;br /&gt;Porque onde houver a força do olhar da liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;Haverá sempre um professor a segurar-lhe as mãos.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida de um professor é um tributo a liberdade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade que dá sentido a cada lição transmitida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que faz homens e mulheres livres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-816654237652479763?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/816654237652479763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/12/historia-eterna-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/816654237652479763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/816654237652479763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/12/historia-eterna-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SxmjkDpJteI/AAAAAAAAALg/ub68znHvZbU/s72-c/liberdade+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-2964373593715265944</id><published>2009-11-27T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:36:54.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/ShC2wK0VhRI/AAAAAAAAACY/GniOsCsYUm8/s1600-h/66642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336966497087882514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/ShC2wK0VhRI/AAAAAAAAACY/GniOsCsYUm8/s320/66642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UM OUTRO OLHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele amava.&lt;br /&gt;Entregava-se ao amor como se fosse onda abraçando o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Falava de amor como quem respirava,&lt;br /&gt;E a medida que amava também inspirava o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Para ele amar justificava a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não o amar pelo amar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amar que libertava,&lt;br /&gt;E fazia com que os que passassem pela sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Tornassem-se maiores e melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os que não o entendiam,&lt;br /&gt;Ele era paciente na explicação do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de explicá-lo. Não de modo mecânico ou conceitual,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por meio de poemas, frases, sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, olhares, gestos e exemplos.&lt;br /&gt;E no final de cada explicação, repetia a mesma certeza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAR EXIGE DISCIPLINA.&lt;br /&gt;DISCIPLINA É UM MODO DE AMAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para os que ainda não o entendiam, ele continuava:&lt;br /&gt;Disciplina é a entrega que se faz a um objetivo.&lt;br /&gt;Entregar-se a este objetivo&lt;br /&gt;É fazer-se pássaro que abre as asas e se entrega aos céus,&lt;br /&gt;E à medida que encontra os ventos,&lt;br /&gt;Disciplina-os sobre as suas asas para alcançar os seus objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar de disciplina exige que se explique a sua importância.&lt;br /&gt;Não exigi-la de modo sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Mas explicá-la de modo que todos que passem por ela&lt;br /&gt;Façam de si e dos que passam pela sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas maiores e melhores.&lt;br /&gt;É ensinar e ao mesmo tempo inspirar.&lt;br /&gt;É corrigir e ao mesmo tempo ser paciente&lt;br /&gt;Com os que não a compreendem de imediato.&lt;br /&gt;É acreditar e ao final do dia&lt;br /&gt;repetir a mesma certeza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAR EXIGE DISCIPLINA.&lt;br /&gt;DISCIPLINA É UM MODO DE AMAR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagino que possamos educar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os nossos jovens com a força do carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinar lições que tenham sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar para inspirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que a disciplina só pode surgir a partir do afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que faz a vida valer a pena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que inspira o nascer de muitos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-2964373593715265944?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2964373593715265944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-outro-olhar-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2964373593715265944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/2964373593715265944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-outro-olhar-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/ShC2wK0VhRI/AAAAAAAAACY/GniOsCsYUm8/s72-c/66642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7579306675029919507</id><published>2009-11-20T20:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:52:20.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SiwyaWX2WiI/AAAAAAAAADA/AYex-DRgPq0/s1600-h/a+ultima+aula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344702286045534754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SiwyaWX2WiI/AAAAAAAAADA/AYex-DRgPq0/s320/a+ultima+aula.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE ME RESTASSE MAIS UMA AULA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Como seria esta aula?&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprenderia antes de iniciá-la,&lt;br /&gt;O nome de cada aluno.&lt;br /&gt;Observaria o brilho de cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;E o encanto de cada sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Então a última lição ensinada&lt;br /&gt;Seria cuidadosamente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;planejada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Para não apagar de cada aluno&lt;br /&gt;Seu brilho e encanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta aula falaria de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;solidariedade&lt;/span&gt;, de amizade e respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Falaria de coisas simples e úteis para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Falaria da responsabilidade de dedicar a lição aprendida,&lt;br /&gt;Para a construção de um mundo de amor, de paz e esperança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se perderia tempo com ensinamentos inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;Com competição e egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;E ao final dela nos abraçaríamos e sorriríamos.&lt;br /&gt;E escreveríamos poemas sobre o presente.&lt;br /&gt;E iríamos para as ruas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falar de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;solidariedade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E correríamos para as nossas casas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para abraçar nossas famílias e amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é preciso esperar a última aula.&lt;br /&gt;Nem tão pouco buscar a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;justificativa&lt;/span&gt; do impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Pois das dificuldades do presente,&lt;br /&gt;Nasce o professor que transforma o mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A vida é tão curta e sei que ainda há muito por fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então imagino cada aula como uma celebração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebração ao amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebração a amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebração a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-7579306675029919507?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7579306675029919507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-me-restasse-mais-uma-aula-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7579306675029919507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7579306675029919507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-me-restasse-mais-uma-aula-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SiwyaWX2WiI/AAAAAAAAADA/AYex-DRgPq0/s72-c/a+ultima+aula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-1640529929957264886</id><published>2009-11-13T02:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:31:21.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SvtY1PTlzCI/AAAAAAAAALI/JM-HUZLQ5L8/s1600-h/Beauty_of_innocence_by_jantar_mantar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403009849626053666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SvtY1PTlzCI/AAAAAAAAALI/JM-HUZLQ5L8/s320/Beauty_of_innocence_by_jantar_mantar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUIDAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Os olhos de quem cuida são diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Tem as cores da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que transforma o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;E faz brotar as sementes do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos de quem cuida são diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o dom de acalmar o coração.&lt;br /&gt;De tornar a vida plena.&lt;br /&gt;De ser luz para o caminho do afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar é escrever o amor de um modo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Amor à vida.&lt;br /&gt;Amor ao planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que eleva&lt;br /&gt;E que devolve à humanidade a sua essência.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que transforma,&lt;br /&gt;E constrói um novo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Para as gerações que virão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar é sinônimo de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penso que nos dias de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;a maior lição que um professor pode transmitir&lt;br /&gt;aos seus alunos é o afeto.&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que inspira o sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;e nos faz entender o milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Afeto que inspira o desejo de cuidar,&lt;br /&gt;e de fazer a nossa humanidade tornar-se plena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-1640529929957264886?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SvtY1PTlzCI/AAAAAAAAALI/JM-HUZLQ5L8/s72-c/Beauty_of_innocence_by_jantar_mantar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5989540212090442693</id><published>2009-11-06T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:34:52.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Su3dSiVp_TI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5yyAwBpyOP8/s1600-h/fim+de+tarde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399214838812114226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Su3dSiVp_TI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5yyAwBpyOP8/s320/fim+de+tarde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PESSOAS SÃO SEMELHANTES AO SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino pensava no sol.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrava de quantas vezes ficava a observá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Na sua longa caminhada pelos céus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrava de como era o sol pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;De como gostava de vê-lo nascer,&lt;br /&gt;E de ver os seus raios romperem a escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistando a Terra e semeando luz.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, também lembrava que logo o brilho do sol&lt;br /&gt;Tornava-se muito intenso,&lt;br /&gt;E então o menino fugia, buscando abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ao final da tarde,&lt;br /&gt;O menino voltava e novamente observava o sol.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrava do seu desaparecimento no horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;E do quanto gostava de contemplar o espetáculo&lt;br /&gt;Feito de raios de luz, que tingindo o céu de amarelo&lt;br /&gt;Tornava este céu mais belo, grandioso e único.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas são semelhantes ao sol.&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que parecem com o sol pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;São importantes, mas à medida que o seu brilho&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se mais intenso,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes nos impedem&lt;br /&gt;De ver a vida em sua plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, existem outras pessoas que são como o sol da tarde,&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo não estando presentes,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminam-nos com sua luz,&lt;br /&gt;Tornando a nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;Mais bela, grandiosa e única.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe a cada pessoa escolher o tipo de sol que deseja ser,&lt;br /&gt;E para saber se a escolha foi correta,&lt;br /&gt;É só olhar o brilho refletido pelos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que estão presentes em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Há alguns anos tive a sorte de conhecer um ser humano especial: Margarete&lt;br /&gt;Um de seus grandes sonhos: uma educação capaz de transformar vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Margarete é uma dessas pessoas que optaram em ser&lt;br /&gt;um sol de tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas assim fazem a diferença no mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Professores e professoras assim enchem de esperança o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-5989540212090442693?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5989540212090442693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/11/pessoas-sao-semelhantes-ao-sol-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5989540212090442693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5989540212090442693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/11/pessoas-sao-semelhantes-ao-sol-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Su3dSiVp_TI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5yyAwBpyOP8/s72-c/fim+de+tarde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4647502586019676562</id><published>2009-10-30T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:53:39.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Suo1rh8SfxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l8nA-UO9byU/s1600-h/COLA%C3%87%C3%83O2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398186125318848274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Suo1rh8SfxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l8nA-UO9byU/s320/COLA%C3%87%C3%83O2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Suo1im60E1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/RlcSCQEjkKA/s1600-h/professor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UMA HOMENAGEM PARA A MINHA VIDA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Davi Souto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O nosso professor homenageado,&lt;br /&gt;símbolo desse EDUCADOR que vai além da lousa e dos livros,&lt;br /&gt;é o responsável por muito dessa nossa&lt;br /&gt;vontade de mudar,&lt;br /&gt;dessa nossa sede de fazer diferente,&lt;br /&gt;desse nosso desejo de andar na contramão da sociedade,&lt;br /&gt;que nos impõe muitas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;o que o mundo tem de pior.&lt;br /&gt;E ele nos fez perceber o que o mundo tem de melhor,&lt;br /&gt;a vida, o amor.&lt;br /&gt;E nós recebemos muito desse amor&lt;br /&gt;durante esses últimos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Choramos muitas e muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;por causa da sinceridade expressada nas suas aulas&lt;br /&gt;e em tantos outros momentos!&lt;br /&gt;Que a você fique a certeza de que seu amor&lt;br /&gt;está e continuará&lt;br /&gt;sendo multiplicado por nós todos,&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esta homenagem que recebi dos alunos do 3º ano, turma 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;do C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OLÉGIO SANTA CECÍLIA,&lt;br /&gt;ficará gravada para sempre em meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Para um professor, é o que há de mais valioso na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que nada pode ser tão intenso,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à alegria de sentir-se amado.&lt;br /&gt;Amar, inspirar e vivenciar o amor na sua expressão mais pura,&lt;br /&gt;a AMIZADE,&lt;br /&gt;é a maior lição que podemos deixar para os nossos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Davi pelas palavras generosas.&lt;br /&gt;Guardá-las-ei comigo como jóias preciosas.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado meus alunos pelos sorrisos e lágrimas divididas.&lt;br /&gt;Vocês me ensinaram a ver o mundo com os olhos da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4647502586019676562?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4647502586019676562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-homenagem-para-minha-vida-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4647502586019676562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4647502586019676562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-homenagem-para-minha-vida-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Suo1rh8SfxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l8nA-UO9byU/s72-c/COLA%C3%87%C3%83O2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-6147961287184425027</id><published>2009-10-24T13:26:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:53:56.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SuMstF4zWmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KWvDVMxFF0o/s1600-h/pensando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396205931706145378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SuMstF4zWmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KWvDVMxFF0o/s320/pensando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TESTAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu viver,&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei aos ministros de guerra,&lt;br /&gt;As minhas armas de paz.&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei aos congressistas,&lt;br /&gt;Os meus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;projetos&lt;/span&gt; de justiça.&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei aos que defendem a morte,&lt;br /&gt;Os meus direitos de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei a humanidade,&lt;br /&gt;A minha eterna crença no amor.&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei para ser ensinado a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;A força que vem dos ideais.&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei aos que eu amo,&lt;br /&gt;O amor que se transforma em vida.&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei aos que me amam,&lt;br /&gt;O amor que se transforma em união.&lt;br /&gt;E deixarei ao mundo mensagens de fé,&lt;br /&gt;De amor intenso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De esperança inabalável,&lt;br /&gt;Com o desejo de um tempo presente cheio de paz,&lt;br /&gt;Sem guerras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sem falsos arsenais de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nascimento deste texto há alguns anos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi um compromisso que firmei com o futuro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunca me desviar do justo, do melhor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do que faz bem ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Este continua a ser o meu sonho de hoje,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e continuará a ser o meu sonho para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6147961287184425027?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6147961287184425027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/testamento-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6147961287184425027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6147961287184425027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/testamento-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SuMstF4zWmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KWvDVMxFF0o/s72-c/pensando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-1849382640491916593</id><published>2009-10-16T22:11:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:45:15.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/StkeG9V_fGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8HPwGpOh01M/s1600-h/sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393375133647731810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/StkeG9V_fGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8HPwGpOh01M/s320/sonhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SONHOS QUE DESEJO PARA TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti com olhos de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;E desejo para ti duas certezas que trago comigo.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira: que nunca descuides dos teus sonhos individuais.&lt;br /&gt;Com eles construirás uma família.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenderás a estudar para ser feliz e não apenas ganhar dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidarás da essência de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda: que nunca descuides dos teus sonhos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coletivos&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Com eles construirás um País.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenderás a estudar para fazer feliz e não apenas gerar riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidarás da essência do fazer solidário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que não podemos ser felizes com apenas um dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos servem para inspirar sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Para inspirar vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Para justificar os sentimentos que nos tornam humanos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem a união destes dois sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida perde o brilho de ser vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem alunos que passam por nossas vidas e nos transformam,&lt;br /&gt;nos ensinam e nos fazem melhores.&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, tive de presente alunos assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alunos&lt;/span&gt; que trazem em seus olhos sonhos de um mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Para vocês, meus alunos do 3º Ano, escrevi este texto.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a vida ter tido o presente de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;compartilhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha vida com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;De ter recebido tanto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;afeto&lt;/span&gt;, e também tantas lições.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que vocês seguirão pelo mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem abrir mão dos sonhos que justificam nossa humanidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e perfumam a vida com as flores da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-1849382640491916593?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1849382640491916593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonhos-que-desejo-para-ti-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1849382640491916593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1849382640491916593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonhos-que-desejo-para-ti-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/StkeG9V_fGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8HPwGpOh01M/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-1625312405172334308</id><published>2009-10-09T23:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:43:45.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SpiR7tg3vjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QxscVIlYPgo/s1600-h/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375206610282462770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SpiR7tg3vjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QxscVIlYPgo/s320/coracao2tf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CORAÇÃO DE PROFESSOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Coração de professor,&lt;br /&gt;É adulto e é criança.&lt;br /&gt;É praça no meio da rua,&lt;br /&gt;Onde caminha a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É campo repleto de flores.&lt;br /&gt;É perfume e inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;É berço de sonhos possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;É voz, melodia e canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração de professor,&lt;br /&gt;É espaço de amizade.&lt;br /&gt;É céu azul de verão,&lt;br /&gt;Onde voa a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É terra grávida de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz brotar a semente,&lt;br /&gt;Que torna a vida mais vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que torna a gente mais gente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi com o tempo que o melhor de um&lt;br /&gt;professor é o seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Coração que se alegra com o brilho do olhar&lt;br /&gt;de um aluno que adquire um novo conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Coração que se alegra com a sua capacidade&lt;br /&gt;de inspirar afeto, justiça, honestidade e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Nestes dias em que comemoramos o dia dos professores,&lt;br /&gt;imagino que este poema simples&lt;br /&gt;possa ser lido nas salas de aula&lt;br /&gt;por vozes de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;É o meu maior presente para professores e professoras,&lt;br /&gt;que fazem com as suas vidas este País melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É também dedicado ao grande mestre Rubem Alves,&lt;br /&gt;referência maior de uma educação que transforma o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-1625312405172334308?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1625312405172334308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/08/coracao-de-professor-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1625312405172334308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/1625312405172334308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/08/coracao-de-professor-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SpiR7tg3vjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QxscVIlYPgo/s72-c/coracao2tf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-905386015662716631</id><published>2009-09-25T00:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:00:02.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SrarYGqqsEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LEmEDjT8Fbk/s1600-h/inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383678835162787906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SrarYGqqsEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LEmEDjT8Fbk/s320/inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PARA MIM, PARA TI, PARA NÓS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu amo,&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira amar.&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu quero,&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira querer.&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu vivo,&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira sentir.&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu construo&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira construir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu imagino,&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;A escola que eu ouso,&lt;br /&gt;É a escola que me inspira ousar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É esta a escola em que vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, amanhã e depois.&lt;br /&gt;É esta a escola que quero&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, para ti, para nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para mim, a escola é uma extensão de minha casa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dos meus sonhos, de meus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;objetivos&lt;/span&gt; de vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso que escola para mim é alimento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;afeto&lt;/span&gt; e inspiração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-905386015662716631?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/905386015662716631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-mim-para-ti-para-nos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/905386015662716631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/905386015662716631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-mim-para-ti-para-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SrarYGqqsEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LEmEDjT8Fbk/s72-c/inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4367647739030155028</id><published>2009-09-18T22:27:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:54:54.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SrQzxdrK2xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UxEBsXKNd3Q/s1600-h/selinho+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382984379486886674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SrQzxdrK2xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UxEBsXKNd3Q/s320/selinho+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUITO OBRIGADO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta semana recebi de uma sonhadora de Minas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gerais&lt;/span&gt; este&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selo de presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta sonhadora de nome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mariane&lt;/span&gt;, escreve um lindo blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Compartilhando&lt;/span&gt; Leituras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compartilhandoleituras.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.compartilhandoleituras.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dedicado aos apaixonados por livros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em um País, de valores tão distorcidos, é motivo de alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ver pessoas dedicarem seu tempo a semear amor aos livros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;única forma de construir uma nova sociedade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais justa, crítica e solidária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fiquei muito contente com a lembrança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os presentes mais simples não tem valor material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos devolvem a nossa essência,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e nos inspiram a escrever novas histórias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sobre a nossa vida de professor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para mim mais que uma profissão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;justificativa&lt;/span&gt; de minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4367647739030155028?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4367647739030155028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/muito-obrigado-esta-semana-recebi-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4367647739030155028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4367647739030155028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/muito-obrigado-esta-semana-recebi-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SrQzxdrK2xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UxEBsXKNd3Q/s72-c/selinho+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-7159933922909132350</id><published>2009-09-13T00:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:50:15.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SqwczDngahI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zVR8Yc-NOUo/s1600-h/amigos_para_sempre-223.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380707318270814738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SqwczDngahI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zVR8Yc-NOUo/s320/amigos_para_sempre-223.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO REENCONTRAMOS NOSSOS ALUNOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rever seus alunos novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o sonho que nutre a vida de um professor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não revê-los de qualquer jeito,&lt;br /&gt;(Pois sonhos de professor são mais complexos).&lt;br /&gt;Nossos sonhos vêm acompanhados&lt;br /&gt;De muitos outros desejos:&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los manterem famílias felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los construirem um mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los lutarem contra as injustiças.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los indignados com a fome e a miséria.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los caminharem ao lado do bem.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los transformarem vidas pela fé no amor.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los colocarem em prática os ensinamentos aprendidos,&lt;br /&gt;Na transformação e na construção,&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo mais justo, digno e correto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los voltar é também uma oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;De relembrar a antiga e sempre útil lição:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AMIGOS SÃO PRESENTES.&lt;br /&gt;ENTRAM NA VIDA DA GENTE,&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SE SABE A HORA,&lt;br /&gt;NEM ENTENDE-SE O PORQUÊ.&lt;br /&gt;E FICAM NA MEMÓRIA,&lt;br /&gt;E ESCREVEM SUA HISTÓRIA,&lt;br /&gt;MESMO QUANDO OS OLHOS&lt;br /&gt;NÃO OS CONSEGUEM VER.&lt;br /&gt;AMIGOS SÃO PRESENTES.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão bom revê-los novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso desejamos que vocês reencontrem-se mais.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso desejamos que vocês reencontrem-nos mais.&lt;br /&gt;Pois vê-los felizes é um jeito simples&lt;br /&gt;De fazer a nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Muito... Muito... Muito...&lt;br /&gt;Mais e verdadeiramente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-7159933922909132350?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7159933922909132350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-reencontramos-nossos-alunos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7159933922909132350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/7159933922909132350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-reencontramos-nossos-alunos.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SqwczDngahI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zVR8Yc-NOUo/s72-c/amigos_para_sempre-223.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-5170926891609648849</id><published>2009-09-06T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:00:00.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SqD4FqD2kaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jQtAXM9YUNI/s1600-h/2009+01+24_Veneza_Italia_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377570731153854882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SqD4FqD2kaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jQtAXM9YUNI/s320/2009+01+24_Veneza_Italia_0082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MÁSCARAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o menino nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;Ganhou de presente de seus pais uma máscara,&lt;br /&gt;Para que pudesse ver de forma melhor o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi crescendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queria passar o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Assistia a programas de televisão,&lt;br /&gt;Onde os ídolos do momento&lt;br /&gt;Falavam de suas coleções de roupas,&lt;br /&gt;De suas operações plásticas,&lt;br /&gt;De seus filhos (agora chamados de “produções independentes”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estava triste&lt;br /&gt;Comprava uma roupa colorida,&lt;br /&gt;E ia brincar nos diversos blocos de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que distribuíam alegria fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Bastava possuir a mesma roupa,&lt;br /&gt;E repetir os mesmos gestos,&lt;br /&gt;E gritar na mesma hora,&lt;br /&gt;E gostar das mesmas músicas.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Como o mundo era belo!&lt;br /&gt;Parecia um imenso Shopping Center,&lt;br /&gt;Onde se podia escolher o tipo de felicidade desejada,&lt;br /&gt;Bastava pagar por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia, sem que percebesse,&lt;br /&gt;A máscara caiu de sua face,&lt;br /&gt;E ao sair na rua,&lt;br /&gt;Estranhou muito as coisas que viu:&lt;br /&gt;Miséria,&lt;br /&gt;Fome,&lt;br /&gt;Abandono.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas perdidas na vida,&lt;br /&gt;No lixo,&lt;br /&gt;No tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então voltou para casa e rasgou a sua máscara.&lt;br /&gt;Já era homem feito e decidiu fugir de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Saiu pelo mundo agora com um novo objetivo:&lt;br /&gt;Destruir todas as máscaras que as pessoas tivessem,&lt;br /&gt;(E qual foi a sua surpresa,&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver outros homens e mulheres com o mesmo objetivo,&lt;br /&gt;Juntarem-se a ele).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se famoso (e perigoso).&lt;br /&gt;Os jornais contavam a sua história,&lt;br /&gt;E horrorizados falavam de um homem e seu bando,&lt;br /&gt;Que queriam transformar&lt;br /&gt;Pacatos cidadãos mascarados em GENTE.&lt;br /&gt;Chamavam-no de HUMANO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nestes dias em que comemoramos a “independência” do nosso País,&lt;br /&gt;é chegado o momento de construirmos valores que tornem este País melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Que a nossa indignação com a miséria, a corrupção e o egoísmo,&lt;br /&gt;não sejam maiores que o nosso desejo de fazer o justo, o honesto e o solidário.&lt;br /&gt;Tirar as máscaras que disfarçam a nossa acomodação&lt;br /&gt;é uma lição que pode ser ensinada e aprendida por todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-5170926891609648849?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5170926891609648849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/mascaras-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5170926891609648849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/5170926891609648849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/09/mascaras-texto-de-aluisio-cavalcante-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SqD4FqD2kaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jQtAXM9YUNI/s72-c/2009+01+24_Veneza_Italia_0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-6790579091481262142</id><published>2009-08-14T16:04:00.026-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:13:25.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SoW1jW6EkwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZTwRS8wAtOs/s1600-h/mensagem...%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369897749758382850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SoW1jW6EkwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZTwRS8wAtOs/s320/mensagem...%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oi Prof. Aluísio, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Procurei um cartão pra mandar pro senhor, mas nenhum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;expressaria exatamente o que eu queria dizer. Fiquei muito,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muito feliz em saber que o senhor está bem. São poucos os que &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;têm a coragem e determinação de se doar em prol do próximo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seja ele um amigo, desconhecido ou irmão. E esse dom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;insubstituível que Deus lhe deu é uma das coisas que me faz ter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uma enorme admiração por você. E ele sabe o que faz. Porque&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;para grandes dons, há grandes responsabilidades, e, com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;certeza, nessa missão, mesmo com todos os percalços, você foi o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grande vencedor. Desejo-lhe todas as vitórias possíveis, porque&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;você merece! E nunca deixe o seu jeito brincalhão, carinhoso,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amigo e responsável.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um abraço carinhoso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saudades.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lara Oliveira.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A INSPIRAÇÃO DO TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Algumas mensagens nos tocam profundamente a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Justificam nossa missão de educar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Recebi esta mensagem após chegar de São Paulo, onde fiz uma doação de medula óssea para uma irmã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lara Oliveira, na época era minha aluna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Escreveu um texto sensível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Foi um grande &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;presente que estará para sempre em minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Imagino que Lara esteja hoje seguindo pelo mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tornando-o melhor com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;os seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6790579091481262142?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6790579091481262142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6790579091481262142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/6790579091481262142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SoW1jW6EkwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZTwRS8wAtOs/s72-c/mensagem...%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-6370283733622909145</id><published>2009-07-31T20:29:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:30:05.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SnODzbE17-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zLsXNFaVexw/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364776500593029090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SnODzbE17-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zLsXNFaVexw/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROFESSORES NUNCA MORREM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sopro de vida que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;For viver em outros planos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha presença se transformar em lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Quero que as cinzas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sejam derramadas em uma escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se possível, quero que estejam presentes neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amigos, que muito me ensinaram sobre a força dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus alunos, que souberam me mostrar que esperanças nunca morrem.&lt;br /&gt;A minha família, onde aprendi as melhores lições sobre o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se possível, será uma tarde serena.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém trará um violino e tocará a minha música preferida:&lt;br /&gt;“Em algum lugar do passado”.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez alguns poemas que escrevi possam ser lidos&lt;br /&gt;(Sem tristeza, mas inundados de verdades),&lt;br /&gt;E ao som de risos, serão contadas histórias que falem&lt;br /&gt;Do amor que sonhei e que nunca deixei de acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que possam haver lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Caso elas caiam dos olhos dos que me amaram,&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam apenas suficientes para molhar a terra&lt;br /&gt;Onde o meu coração foi semeado,&lt;br /&gt;E de onde brotarão as sementes dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que crescerão e darão frutos em outras vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Não serão colhidas flores para enfeitá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois as flores deverão permanecer nos jardins&lt;br /&gt;Para alimentar de vida os passarinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao final da tarde, quando as pessoas se despedirem&lt;br /&gt;E forem para suas casas,&lt;br /&gt;Levarão em suas lembranças a certeza:&lt;br /&gt;Professores são eternos.&lt;br /&gt;Representam a união de muitos sonhadores do passado,&lt;br /&gt;E também a inspiração de muitos sonhadores do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;E viverão para sempre em cada sonho que fizeram crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sopro de vida que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;For viver em outros planos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha presença se transformar em lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Quero que as cinzas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sejam derramadas em uma escola.&lt;br /&gt;E que no lugar onde meu coração for semeado,&lt;br /&gt;Brotem sementes de infinitos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que crescerão e darão frutos em outras vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6370283733622909145?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SnODzbE17-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zLsXNFaVexw/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-3924542365949487423</id><published>2009-07-02T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:50:47.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sk1xQNkahyI/AAAAAAAAADg/NvcKodZsbMg/s1600-h/1001imagens+-+flores+vermelhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354060055347627810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sk1xQNkahyI/AAAAAAAAADg/NvcKodZsbMg/s320/1001imagens+-+flores+vermelhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR DE PROFESSOR É DIFERENTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No início era apenas um encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Eles estavam ali vindos de muitos lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Movidos por muitos objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Separados por muitas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas de repente o que era apenas um encontro&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se parceria.&lt;br /&gt;E não mais que de repente,&lt;br /&gt;A parceria tornou-se amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora eles estavam diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Vê-los era sentir os sonhos brotarem dos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Crescerem a cada final de semana&lt;br /&gt;E tornarem-se vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eles estavam diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Sentiam falta um dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se completavam a cada partilha&lt;br /&gt;De idéias, de sorrisos e de cansaços. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Completavam-se ao dividirem tristezas e alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;Completavam-se ao multiplicarem conhecimentos e aprendizados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, chegado o momento da partida,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando de tudo o que foi vivido,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que a melhor lição deixada por cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;Foi o afeto.&lt;br /&gt;Foi a confiança.&lt;br /&gt;Foi a amizade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a amá-los,&lt;br /&gt;E sentirei a falta de cada um para sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas amor de professor é diferente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É amor que liberta.&lt;br /&gt;Que cresce mesmo quando a distância se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;E as lembranças passam a ocupar o coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cada um levo a certeza de que ser professor&lt;br /&gt;É transformar o mundo com a força do sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada um deixo a certeza de que ser professor&lt;br /&gt;É transformar o mundo com a força dos ideais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que o adeus se faz presente,&lt;br /&gt;Que a lembrança já chega de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Para ocupar mais um lugar em meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Saibam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEUS AMIGOS E AMIGAS&lt;br /&gt;PARCEIROS DE SONHO E ESPERANÇA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quanta saudade eu sinto de vocês. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-3924542365949487423?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3924542365949487423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-de-professor-e-diferente-texto-de.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3924542365949487423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/3924542365949487423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-de-professor-e-diferente-texto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sk1xQNkahyI/AAAAAAAAADg/NvcKodZsbMg/s72-c/1001imagens+-+flores+vermelhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4405678766278879038</id><published>2009-05-28T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:23:18.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sh8nG1TtftI/AAAAAAAAACo/11N3sKSNWoU/s1600-h/passaros.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341030681427148498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sh8nG1TtftI/AAAAAAAAACo/11N3sKSNWoU/s320/passaros.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DUC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALTUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto de Aluísio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que gente não pode voar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós que ensinamos e aprendemos lições&lt;br /&gt;De transformar o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que isto não é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Gente pode voar, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir até a altura dos seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir ao céu.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir a outras galáxias e constelações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DUC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALTUM&lt;/span&gt; significa ir sempre para o alto,&lt;br /&gt;Rumo ao infinito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos também que nesta viagem&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos voar sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Pois assim como as asas precisam do vento...&lt;br /&gt;Como a melodia precisa de uma letra...&lt;br /&gt;Como as sementes precisam da terra...&lt;br /&gt;Gente precisa de gente.&lt;br /&gt;Para iluminar e ser iluminada pela magia dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;E assim continuar a viagem da existência.&lt;br /&gt;Para um dia chegar de mãos dadas com a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Ao lugar mais alto que gente pode chegar:&lt;br /&gt;- O coração da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-4405678766278879038?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4405678766278879038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/duc-in-altum-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4405678766278879038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2943495773068888544/posts/default/4405678766278879038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/duc-in-altum-texto-de-aluisio.html' title=''/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/Sh8nG1TtftI/AAAAAAAAACo/11N3sKSNWoU/s72-c/passaros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-4030880694965423469</id><published>2009-05-07T21:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:22:05.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O MESTRE - ( parte 2 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SgTXlTC9i7I/AAAAAAAAABg/zxWWf3gqgoU/s1600-h/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333624894481337266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SgTXlTC9i7I/AAAAAAAAABg/zxWWf3gqgoU/s320/borboleta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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 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)'/><author><name>ALUISIO CAVALCANTE JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217074205486141851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SgTXlTC9i7I/AAAAAAAAABg/zxWWf3gqgoU/s72-c/borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2943495773068888544.post-8725285094722556700</id><published>2009-05-01T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:38:05.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O MESTRE - (parte 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nTLGolfWMlk/SftyJP2tT5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rz-LoB0EnOo/s1600-h/DIVINA~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEXTO DE ALUÍSIO CAVALCANTE JR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As vezes me pergunto: “- o que vem a ser um mestre?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das muitas respostas que obtenho, a que mais gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a de que mestres são pessoas simples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, capazes de transformar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aparentemente simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No eternamente encantador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestres para mim são desse jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas capazes de ler a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Mesmo aquela vida escrita sem palavras ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capazes de sentir esta vida com os olhos da alma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitá-la com asas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dessa liberdade, fazê-la plena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plena aos olhos do &lt;strong&gt;MUNDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plena aos olhos de &lt;strong&gt;DEUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/2943495773068888544-8725285094722556700?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma semana de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;O perfume da chuva se confundia&lt;br /&gt;Com o perfume do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles e elas estavam ali, reunidos mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Vozes audíveis semeavam idéias.&lt;br /&gt;Falavam sobre sonhos e futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Falavam histórias de paz,&lt;br /&gt;Falavam projetos de presente,&lt;br /&gt;Falavam sobre fundamentos e essências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas havia outras vozes silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;Que chegavam aos ouvidos daqueles que estavam ali&lt;br /&gt;E lembravam valiosas lições,&lt;br /&gt;- "Se escolhes matar, também morrerás...”&lt;br /&gt;- "Se deixares viver, também viverás...”&lt;br /&gt;- "A vida é um presente de Deus...”&lt;br /&gt;- "Grandes missões são acompanhadas de grandes responsabilidades...”&lt;br /&gt;- "O essencial é invisível aos olhos...”&lt;br /&gt;- "Podemos sempre mais do que imaginamos...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, de repente as vozes se uniram.&lt;br /&gt;Passado e presente passaram a falar em uma única voz coletiva.&lt;br /&gt;- "Qual é a força de um sonho?”&lt;br /&gt;- "Até onde pode voar um coração?”&lt;br /&gt;- "Qual o alcance dos nossos saberes?”&lt;br /&gt;- "Qual futuro nascerá dos nossos fazeres?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E unidas pela certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que une os corações que vivem para o bem&lt;br /&gt;Comprometiam-se com a vida para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Unindo o SABER e o FAZER com a força do sim:&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a educação que transforma...”&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a fé e a esperança...”&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a paz e a justiça...”&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, para a vida e o amor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma semana de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;A força do brilho do sol se confundia&lt;br /&gt;Com a força do brilho do amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-6189477654911994169?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Cavalcante Jr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta-se que há muitos anos atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um professor encontrando um grande sábio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que visitava a sua cidade, perguntou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “mestre, como posso tornar-me um professor eterno,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um professor que inspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e transforme a vida de cada aluno que passe em meu caminho?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mestre olhou-o nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tocou-o levemente os ombros e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O segredo de um grande professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é ver a escola como um jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos são as terras deste jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe ao professor semear nestas terras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida em seu modo mais intenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e depois cuidar para que ela cresça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alimentando-a com a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que em cada professor é infinita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É esta a missão maior de um professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semear, semear, semear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer feliz... ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele que é capaz de ensinar e entender esta lição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o dom de se tornar eterno” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2943495773068888544-3719399643042796313?l=sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3719399643042796313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosdeumprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/04/semeador-de-sonhos-texto-de-aluisio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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