<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:47:32.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU DIVÃ ......</title><subtitle type='html'>Sou ou não sou? Eu sinto, eis minha questão!

Sou como me vê.
Posso ser leve como uma brisa
Ou forte como uma ventania
Depende de como e quando me vê passar....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-4528138056360654028</id><published>2009-09-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:52:22.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SsCxf4T1ryI/AAAAAAAAAPo/G48FkQzcIy4/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SsCxf4T1ryI/AAAAAAAAAPo/G48FkQzcIy4/s400/LOVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-4528138056360654028?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4528138056360654028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_8912.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4528138056360654028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4528138056360654028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_8912.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SsCxf4T1ryI/AAAAAAAAAPo/G48FkQzcIy4/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-4961837901736107494</id><published>2009-09-28T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:33:56.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello my friend we meet again&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while where should we begin...feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;Within my heart are memories&lt;br /&gt;Of perfect love that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free...I'm careless...I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We've seen our share of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Oh how quickly life can turn around in an instant&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to reunite&lt;br /&gt;Within yourself and within your mind&lt;br /&gt;Let's find peace there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free...I'm careless...I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free...I'm careless...I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free...I'm careless...I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;(I just want to say hello again)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice.&lt;/b&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/4395592681979270786-4961837901736107494?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4961837901736107494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-my-friend-we-meet-again-its-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4961837901736107494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4961837901736107494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-my-friend-we-meet-again-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-8952566745503552498</id><published>2009-09-28T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:59:00.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão ou emoção ? My sacrifice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SsCqX6KhJPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/t3MicrKgxwU/s1600-h/2008-08-25-surreal-mirror-dark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SsCqX6KhJPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/t3MicrKgxwU/s400/2008-08-25-surreal-mirror-dark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-8952566745503552498?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8952566745503552498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-mundo-com-ele-fica-de-cabeca-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/8952566745503552498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/8952566745503552498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-mundo-com-ele-fica-de-cabeca-p.html' title='Razão ou emoção ? My sacrifice....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SsCqX6KhJPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/t3MicrKgxwU/s72-c/2008-08-25-surreal-mirror-dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-4946606091191131630</id><published>2009-09-20T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:08:58.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tal da fenomenologia ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrY3SoN_EyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2Sdd5QD00UM/s1600-h/bela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrY3SoN_EyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2Sdd5QD00UM/s400/bela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-4946606091191131630?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4946606091191131630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4946606091191131630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4946606091191131630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_20.html' title='A tal da fenomenologia ....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrY3SoN_EyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2Sdd5QD00UM/s72-c/bela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-6557986094755048368</id><published>2009-09-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:48:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fenomenologia (do grego &lt;i&gt;phainesthai&lt;/i&gt;, aquilo que          se apresenta ou que se mostra, e &lt;i&gt;logos&lt;/i&gt;, explicação, estudo) afirma a importância dos fenômenos da          consciência os quais devem ser estudados em si mesmos – tudo que podemos saber do mundo resume-se a esses          fenômenos, a esses objetos ideais que existem na mente, cada um designado por uma palavra que representa a sua          essência, sua "significação".&amp;nbsp; Os objetos da Fenomenologia são dados absolutos apreendidos em intuição          pura, com o propósito de descobrir estruturas essenciais dos atos (&lt;i&gt;noesis&lt;/i&gt;) e as entidades objetivas que          correspondem a elas (&lt;i&gt;noema&lt;/i&gt;). A Fenomenologia representou uma reação à pretensão dos cientistas de          eliminar a metafísica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrYsOSEFw2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Rg06FQ4_DWo/s1600-h/KandinskyComposition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrYsOSEFw2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Rg06FQ4_DWo/s400/KandinskyComposition.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrYsOSEFw2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Rg06FQ4_DWo/s1600-h/KandinskyComposition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Para a fenomenologia um objeto é como o sujeito o percebe, e tudo tem que ser estudado tal como é para o sujeito e sem interferência de qualquer regra de observação cabendo a abstração da realidade e perda de parte do que é real, pois tendo como objeto de estudo o fenômeno em si, estuda-se, literalmente, o que aparece. Para a fenomenologia um objeto, uma sensação, uma recordação, enfim, tudo tem que ser estudado tal como é para quem vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-6557986094755048368?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6557986094755048368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/fenomenologia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6557986094755048368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6557986094755048368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/fenomenologia.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrYsOSEFw2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Rg06FQ4_DWo/s72-c/KandinskyComposition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-2030250848467241719</id><published>2009-09-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:28:07.853-07:00</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/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrUGjowUY2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/yhd-WTbj8oA/s1600-h/van_gogh_cafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrUGjowUY2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/yhd-WTbj8oA/s400/van_gogh_cafe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-2030250848467241719?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/2030250848467241719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_1524.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/2030250848467241719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/2030250848467241719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_1524.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrUGjowUY2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/yhd-WTbj8oA/s72-c/van_gogh_cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-4934690158496600226</id><published>2009-09-19T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:26:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrUGH0SMJJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7FI28buNw6c/s1600-h/32106686_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrUGH0SMJJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7FI28buNw6c/s400/32106686_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-4934690158496600226?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4934690158496600226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4934690158496600226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4934690158496600226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrUGH0SMJJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7FI28buNw6c/s72-c/32106686_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-3965324687793000977</id><published>2009-09-17T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:23:08.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempestades emocionais ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrMfOlV00bI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LIRL0Dqm2kU/s1600-h/mulher%2520chapeu%2520vermelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrMfOlV00bI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LIRL0Dqm2kU/s400/mulher%2520chapeu%2520vermelho.jpg" /&gt; &lt;b style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&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;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A inteligência é o único meio que possuímos para dominar os nossos instintos, já dizia sabiamente Freud. Porém, somos teimosos e insistimos no que sabemos conscientemente que é errado e nos magoamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No entanto, felizmente, nossos devaneios insconscientes ajudam de alguma forma, pois mesmo recalcando nossos desejos, eles nos chamam para realidade uma hora ou outra, seja por meio de um sonho ou nos visitando enquanto bem acordados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O fato é que leve o tempo que for, tenha o nome que tiver, nada será o bastante para impedir de enfrentarmos nossas tempestades interiores. Mas o importante é que a bonança sempre vêm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4395592681979270786-3965324687793000977?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3965324687793000977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_7905.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/3965324687793000977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/3965324687793000977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_7905.html' title='Tempestades emocionais ...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrMfOlV00bI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LIRL0Dqm2kU/s72-c/mulher%2520chapeu%2520vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-1269131851341951365</id><published>2009-09-17T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:48:50.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Bethinhaa" onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://twitter.com/Bethinhaa'); return false;" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitter.com/Bethinhaa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-1269131851341951365?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1269131851341951365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/twitter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/1269131851341951365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/1269131851341951365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/twitter.html' title='twitter'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-6292937973091538642</id><published>2009-09-17T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:42:45.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o céu e o inferno.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIoonuLnCI/AAAAAAAAANc/22yA1rmVMRg/s1600-h/coracao-para-meu-amor-edc27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIoonuLnCI/AAAAAAAAANc/22yA1rmVMRg/s320/coracao-para-meu-amor-edc27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ontem era o dia dele e &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu&amp;nbsp; senti vontade de fazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; mil coisas: de ligar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de mandar mensagens,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depoimento, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas hoje&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;só me sobrou não fazer mais nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/4395592681979270786-6292937973091538642?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6292937973091538642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_5641.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6292937973091538642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6292937973091538642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_5641.html' title='Entre o céu e o inferno.....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIoonuLnCI/AAAAAAAAANc/22yA1rmVMRg/s72-c/coracao-para-meu-amor-edc27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-5235906081668498090</id><published>2009-09-17T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:43:50.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria de Erickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIPfoo3x8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/pa5XNoS6TlM/s1600-h/idoso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIPfoo3x8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/pa5XNoS6TlM/s320/idoso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confiança básica X Desconfiança básica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autonomia X Vergonha e Dúvida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iniciativa X Culpa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diligência X Inferioridade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Identidade X Confusão de Identidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intimidade X Isolamento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Generatividade X Estagnação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Integridade X Desespero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-5235906081668498090?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5235906081668498090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/valorizacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/5235906081668498090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/5235906081668498090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/valorizacao.html' title='Sabedoria de Erickson'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIPfoo3x8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/pa5XNoS6TlM/s72-c/idoso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-517082269942160647</id><published>2009-09-17T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:37:36.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para Erikson, a vida adulta e a velhice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIKikK7pFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yE-0pw6CrME/s1600-h/foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIKikK7pFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yE-0pw6CrME/s320/foto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;são          um período que devemos dar conta &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de oito crises psicossociais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &amp;nbsp; e das tarefas evolutivas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; nas quais caminhamos para&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; o senso de integridade          e sabedoria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; .&lt;/b&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/4395592681979270786-517082269942160647?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/517082269942160647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/ponto-de-vista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/517082269942160647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/517082269942160647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/ponto-de-vista.html' title='Ponto de vista'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrIKikK7pFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yE-0pw6CrME/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-4220855563987689752</id><published>2009-09-17T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:33:48.293-07:00</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/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrICI64OG5I/AAAAAAAAAME/sK0O2aCrbqs/s1600-h/8967sonhos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrICI64OG5I/AAAAAAAAAME/sK0O2aCrbqs/s400/8967sonhos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"De erro em erro descobre-se a verdade inteira." Freud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4395592681979270786-4220855563987689752?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4220855563987689752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nascer-crescer-morrer-e-para-toda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4220855563987689752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/4220855563987689752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nascer-crescer-morrer-e-para-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrICI64OG5I/AAAAAAAAAME/sK0O2aCrbqs/s72-c/8967sonhos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-763251105343404878</id><published>2009-09-17T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:39:39.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHrrmkrYgI/AAAAAAAAALk/rSqB9XKfUd8/s1600-h/sonho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHrrmkrYgI/AAAAAAAAALk/rSqB9XKfUd8/s400/sonho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Segundo Freud sonho é a realização do desejo. É algo que desejamos ou esperamos que aconteça e recalcamos no dia-a-dia. Nossos  medos, nossas ansiedades, preocupações ou simplesmente algo que gostaríamos que acontecesse são representados por meio da simbologia durante o processo do sonho. Esses símbolos são um representação disfarçada das ideias latentes de cada um. Entretanto, nem tudo&amp;nbsp; é simbólico. Existem as representações diretas, claras e coerentes nos sonhos, só que em menor proporção. Cabe à interpretação estipular o que é, e o que não é símbolo.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHu_YFuWoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/svKBafeYbDc/s1600-h/surreal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHu_YFuWoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/svKBafeYbDc/s400/surreal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geralmente eu sonho coisas bem abstratas, loucas e me deparo vivenciando situações pesadas, o que nem me espanta tanto mais. Só que o último, não muito diferente no que tange estranheza, me fez refletir mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabe-se que criamos uma defesa quando transferimos, alteramos as imagens das pessoas que vimos durante o sonho, o que é natural, afinal todos recalcamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na maioria das vezes no sonho eu  não visualizava rostos e nomes, somente imaginava pessoas sem rostos ou completamente diferentes, mesmo que inconscientemente percebesse quem fossem aqueles que eu imaginava; ao acordar é claro. Ao relembrarmos o sonho percebemos que há um reconhecimento de quem são essas pessoas, mas mudamos ela no sonho por pura proteção. Analisando friamente quando acordei pude recordar que vi dois personagens bem comuns ao meu momento. Um homem e uma mulher. Se pararmos para avaliar realmente com consciência e aceitação, conseguiremos reconhecer quem são as pessoas, o que significam determinadas situações e logo identificaremos questões que nos atormetam e com isso aprenderemos a lidar melhor com nossas problemáticas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazendo um tradução do que sonhei, posso dizer que literalmente andei perdendo o bom senso, perdendo à cabeça no campo afetivo e como isso transferi toda minha frustração e mágoa para meu último sonho. Eu sabia quem eram eles e, portanto, sinto que é meio caminho andado para melhorar e esquecer o que houve. Bem como, percebo claramente a verdadeira visão que a figura masculina do sonho tem de mim, e deixei de achar que eu era a errada e percebi que ele não é para mim e que me desavalorizava enquanto eu mantinha meu comportamento permissivo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sendo assim acho importante nos atentarmos para&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; aquilo que é latente em nós, mesmo que adormecido, a fim de acordarmos para uma vida melhor....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4395592681979270786-1491568289639229637?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1491568289639229637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-como-um-sonho-apos-o-outro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/1491568289639229637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/1491568289639229637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-como-um-sonho-apos-o-outro.html' title='Nada como um sonho após o outro.....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHrrmkrYgI/AAAAAAAAALk/rSqB9XKfUd8/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-5886557970036892102</id><published>2009-09-17T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:17:45.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curta....nos mínimos detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHpTuQ8WHI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ESNlF4OhYQ/s1600-h/cinema_rolo_de_filme2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHpTuQ8WHI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ESNlF4OhYQ/s400/cinema_rolo_de_filme2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-5886557970036892102?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5886557970036892102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/5886557970036892102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/5886557970036892102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Curta....nos mínimos detalhes'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SrHpTuQ8WHI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ESNlF4OhYQ/s72-c/cinema_rolo_de_filme2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-8495559710300062420</id><published>2009-09-17T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:44:52.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada brejo com seu sapo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/Sq4wKtYcXeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlt9uBt41BE/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+pizdaus_principe+sapo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/Sq4wKtYcXeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlt9uBt41BE/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+pizdaus_principe+sapo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toda vez que ouço a expressão: cadê meu principe encantado ?&amp;nbsp; Só consigo remeter minha lembrança aos tempos de faculdade. Recordo como em um passe de mágica que precisei escrever um roteiro para a montagem de um curta metragem para obtenção da minha Gradução em Comunicação Social.&amp;nbsp; E morro de rir como eu naquele tempos já tinha, graças a Deus, consciência de que príncipe só na Inglaterra mesmo... rs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom, foi com esse pensamento que readaptei a antiga versão da Bela adormecida, e coloquei no meu roteiro vários "sapos" e "rãs". Criei&amp;nbsp; um cenário avesso aos lindos e desejados  e fiz um curta completamente louco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Loucura ? será ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loucura é acreditar que vamos encontrar alguém que vai nos acordar com um lindo beijinho e dizer: ei, amor da minha life, aqui estou e sou perfeito, vou te levar para o meu castelo. Se for de areia, até dou um crédito rsrs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enfim, a questão é que ser demasiadamente realista e não tão sentimentalista mos faz enxergar os outros como realmente são e se aceitarmos isso podemos encontrar no brejo da vida vários "sapos" gente fina, e então nos permitiremos conhecer alguém de "verdade"; ou podemos viver na fantasia e imaginarmos ao nosso lado quem quisermos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo é questão de querer ser louco ou não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que será melhor ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/4395592681979270786-8495559710300062420?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8495559710300062420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/cada-brejo-com-seu-sapo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/8495559710300062420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/8495559710300062420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/cada-brejo-com-seu-sapo.html' title='Cada brejo com seu sapo'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/Sq4wKtYcXeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlt9uBt41BE/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+pizdaus_principe+sapo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-125424414154881106</id><published>2009-09-14T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:00:41.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha culpa, Minha máxima culpa ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/Sq4rJfTRYvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IiwPTYyamvM/s1600-h/0culpa77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/Sq4rJfTRYvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IiwPTYyamvM/s320/0culpa77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-125424414154881106?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/125424414154881106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-culpa-mnha-maxima-culpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/125424414154881106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/125424414154881106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-culpa-mnha-maxima-culpa.html' title='Minha culpa, Minha máxima culpa ??'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/Sq4rJfTRYvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IiwPTYyamvM/s72-c/0culpa77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-6341707744564764090</id><published>2009-09-09T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:49:41.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu &amp; Ele....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiEs5fm2pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y_XUNGrquOc/s1600-h/lua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiEs5fm2pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y_XUNGrquOc/s320/lua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiFMKB4R9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/INqZIlNmfEE/s1600-h/JJJJJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiFMKB4R9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/INqZIlNmfEE/s320/JJJJJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos tão diferentes. Ele é como o escuro da&amp;nbsp; noite, meio nublado, sempre obscuro. Eu me entupo de clareza. Às vezes incomodo com tamanha claridade; chego jogando feixes de luminosidade na esperança de que ele saía do silêncio que só uma noite tem. Em vão! é a força das nossas naturezas. Somos o sol e a lua sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-6341707744564764090?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6341707744564764090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-ele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6341707744564764090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6341707744564764090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-ele.html' title='Eu &amp; Ele....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiEs5fm2pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y_XUNGrquOc/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-8551521291253166827</id><published>2009-09-09T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:41:50.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSICOLOGIA PRA DENTRO DA CABEÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiCOIjNcgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bQTyXLMhy2c/s1600-h/freud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiCOIjNcgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bQTyXLMhy2c/s320/freud.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antes de mais nada ser ou buscar ser psicóloga é ter em mente que ouvir é fundamental e que amar é essencial. Ajudar aos outros é uma benção dos céus, mas amar é uma inexplicável condição para ser e fazer feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guardar os segredos mais profundos, dividir as dores mais dominantes, reconhecer os medos mais escondidos e aconselhar é um dom que Deus nós dá, e que nos permite tocar no coração de quem mais precisa. Ser psicóloga é ter vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-8551521291253166827?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8551521291253166827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/psicologia-pra-dentro-da-cabeca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/8551521291253166827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/8551521291253166827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/psicologia-pra-dentro-da-cabeca.html' title='PSICOLOGIA PRA DENTRO DA CABEÇA'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqiCOIjNcgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bQTyXLMhy2c/s72-c/freud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-5792594204985943071</id><published>2009-09-09T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:45:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 DE AGOSTO - DIA DO PSICÓLOGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqhdtIW4PdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eCdPVAz3Ng4/s1600-h/freud1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqhdtIW4PdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eCdPVAz3Ng4/s320/freud1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem tem olhos para ver e ouvidos para ouvir, se convence que os mortais não podem ocultar nenhum segredo. Aquele que não fala com os lábios, fala com as pontas dos dedos: nós nos traímos por todos os poros.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fundamentosfreud.vilabol.uol.com.br/biografia.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4395592681979270786&amp;amp;postID=5792594204985943071"&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/4395592681979270786-5792594204985943071?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5792594204985943071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/27-de-agosto-dia-do-psicologo_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/5792594204985943071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/5792594204985943071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/27-de-agosto-dia-do-psicologo_09.html' title='27 DE AGOSTO - DIA DO PSICÓLOGO'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqhdtIW4PdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eCdPVAz3Ng4/s72-c/freud1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-6852371519165275599</id><published>2009-09-09T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:46:02.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O JEITO PSICÓLOGO DE SER .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psicólogo não adoece, somatiza; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não transa, libera libido; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não estuda, sublima; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não dá vexame, surta; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não esquece, abstrai; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não fofoca, transfere; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não tem idéia, tem inshigth; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não resolve problemas, fecha gestált; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não muda de interesse, altera figura-fundo; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não se engana, tem ato falho; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não fala, verbaliza; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não conversa, pontua; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não responde, devolve a pergunta; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não desabafa, tem catarse; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não é indiscreto, é espontâneo; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não dá palpite, oferece alternativa; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não fica triste, sofre angústia; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não acha, intui; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não faz frescura, regride; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não mente, resignifica; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não paquera, estabelece vínculo; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não pensa Nisso, Respira Nisso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicólogo não é gente, é estado de espírito!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/4395592681979270786-6852371519165275599?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6852371519165275599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-jeito-psicologo-de-ser_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6852371519165275599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/6852371519165275599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-jeito-psicologo-de-ser_09.html' title='O JEITO PSICÓLOGO DE SER .....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-980461439722493210</id><published>2009-09-09T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:46:17.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqhWSIXEYeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7fljb8Btqlo/s1600-h/idESelogo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqhWSIXEYeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7fljb8Btqlo/s320/idESelogo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ID - é o termo usado para designar uma das três instâncias apresentada na segunda tópica das obras de Freud. Possui equivalência topográfica com o inconsciente da primeira tópica embora, no decorrer da obra de Freud, os dois conceitos: id e inconsciente apresentem sentidos diferenciados.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EGO OU EU - é o centro da consciência, é a soma total dos pensamentos, idéias, sentimentos, lembranças e percepções sensoriais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUPER-EGO - É inconsciente, é a censura das pulsões que a sociedade e a cultura impõem ao id, impedindo-o de satisfazer plenamente os seus instintos e desejos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-980461439722493210?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/980461439722493210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/id-e-o-termo-usado-para-designar-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/980461439722493210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/980461439722493210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/id-e-o-termo-usado-para-designar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqhWSIXEYeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7fljb8Btqlo/s72-c/idESelogo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395592681979270786.post-218055627415943241</id><published>2009-09-09T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:46:28.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #073763; color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SER&amp;nbsp; PSICÓLOGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ser psicólogo é uma imensa responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas isso, é também uma notável dádiva.&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolvemos o dom de usar a palavra, o olhar, &lt;br /&gt;as nossas expressões, e até mesmo o silêncio. &lt;br /&gt;O dom de tirar lá de dentro o melhor que temos&lt;br /&gt;para cuidar, fortalecer, compreender, aliviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser psicólogo é um ofício tremendamente sério.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não apenas isso, é também um grande privilégio.&lt;br /&gt;Pois não há maior que o de tocar no que há de mais&lt;br /&gt;precioso e sagrado em um ser humano: seu segredo,&lt;br /&gt;seu medo, suas alegrias, prazeres e inquietações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos psicólogos e trememos diante da constatação &lt;br /&gt;de que temos instrumentos capazes de  favorecer o bem ou o mal,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; a construção ou a destruição.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao lado disso desfrutamos de uma inefável bênção&lt;br /&gt;que é poder dar a alguém o toque, a chave que pode abrir portas &lt;br /&gt;para a realização de seus mais caros e íntimos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero, como psicólogo aprender a ouvir sem julgar,&lt;br /&gt;ver sem me escandalizar, e sempre acreditar no bem. &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo na contra-esperança, esperar.&lt;br /&gt;E quando falar, ter consciência do peso da minha palavra,&lt;br /&gt;do conselho, da minha sinalização.&lt;br /&gt;Que as lágrimas que diante de mim rolarem,&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos, declarações e esperanças testemunhadas,&lt;br /&gt;sejam segredos que me acompanhem até o fim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que eu possa ao final ser agradecido pelo privilégio de&lt;br /&gt;ter vivido para ajudar as pessoas a serem mais felizes.&lt;br /&gt;O privilégio de tantas vezes ter sido único na vida de alguém que &lt;br /&gt;não tinha com quem contar para dividir sua solidão, &lt;br /&gt;sua angústia, seus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que sonhava ser mais feliz, e pôde comigo descobrir&lt;br /&gt;que isso só começa quando a gente consegue &lt;br /&gt;realmente se conhecer e se aceitar."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se um coração quase novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração idealista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração como poucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração à moda antiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração moleque que insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; em pregar peças no seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se um coração que na realidade está um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; pouco usado, meio calejado, muito machucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; e que teima em alimentar sonhos e, cultivar ilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um pouco inconseqüente que nunca desiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; de acreditar nas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um leviano e precipitado coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; que acha que Tim Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; estava certo quando escreveu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; "...não quero dinheiro, eu quero amor sincero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; é isso que eu espero...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um idealista...Um verdadeiro sonhador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se um coração que nunca aprende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Que não endurece, e mantém sempre viva a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; esperança de ser feliz, sendo simples e natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração insensato que comanda o racional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; sendo louco o suficiente para se apaixonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um furioso suicida que vive procurando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; relações e emoções verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se um coração que insiste em cometer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; sempre os mesmos erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Esse coração que erra, briga, se expõe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Perde o juízo por completo em nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; de causas e paixões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Sai do sério e, às vezes revê suas posições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; arrependido de palavras e gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Este coração tantas vezes incompreendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Tantas vezes provocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Tantas vezes impulsivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se este desequilibrado emocional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; que abre sorrisos tão largos que quase dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; pra engolir as orelhas, mas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; também arranca lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; e faz murchar o rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração para ser alugado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ou mesmo utilizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; por quem gosta de emoções fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um órgão abestado indicado apenas para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; quem quer viver intensamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; contra indicado para os que apenas pretendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; passar pela vida matando o tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; defendendo-se das emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se um coração tão inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; que se mostra sem armaduras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; e deixa louco o seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração que quando parar de bater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ouvirá o seu usuário dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; para São Pedro na hora da prestação de contas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; "O Senhor pode conferir. Eu fiz tudo certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; só errei quando coloquei sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Só fiz bobagens e me dei mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; quando ouvi este louco coração de criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; que insiste em não endurecer e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; se recusa a envelhecer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se um coração, ou mesmo troca-se por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; outro que tenha um pouco mais de juízo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um órgão mais fiel ao seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um amigo do peito que não maltrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; tanto o ser que o abriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um coração que não seja tão inconseqüente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Rifa-se um coração cego, surdo e mudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; mas que incomoda um bocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um verdadeiro caçador de aventuras que ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; não foi adotado, provavelmente, por se recusar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; a cultivar ares selvagens ou racionais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; por não querer perder o estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Oferece-se um coração vadio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; sem raça, sem pedigree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um simples coração humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um impulsivo membro de comportamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; até meio ultrapassado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um modelo cheio de defeitos que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; mesmo estando fora do mercado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; faz questão de não se modernizar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; mas vez por outra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; constrange o corpo que o domina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Um velho coração que convence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; seu usuário a publicar seus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; e a ter a petulância de se aventurar como poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395592681979270786-9155516622982385535?l=betinhapsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/feeds/9155516622982385535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/rifa-se-um-coracao-rifa-se-um-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/9155516622982385535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395592681979270786/posts/default/9155516622982385535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betinhapsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/rifa-se-um-coracao-rifa-se-um-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866326727201433541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oqX2pNdIUiE/SqegDafExfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vdxh1g17ND0/S220/15-08-09_232805.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
