<?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-7503529251593187263</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:34:02.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophia</title><subtitle type='html'>"Filosofar é estar-a-caminho"
Karl Jaspers</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05100035216044070532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-2154806455481115884</id><published>2009-10-29T15:13:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:39:32.797Z</updated><title type='text'>Philosophias - Eduardo Prado Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Prado Coelho, antes de falecer (25/08/2007), teve a lucidez de nos deixar esta reflexão, sobre nós todos. Apesar de comprida, VALE A PENA LÊR com toda a atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Precisa-se de matéria prima para construir um País&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Eduardo Prado Coelho - in Público*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A crença geral anterior era de que Santana Lopes não servia, bem como Cavaco, Durão e Guterres. Agora dizemos que Sócrates não serve. E o que vier depois de Sócrates também não servirá para nada. Por isso começo a suspeitar que o problema não está no trapalhão que foi Santana Lopes ou na farsa que é o Sócrates. O problema está em nós. Nós como povo. Nós como matéria prima de um país. Porque pertenço a um país onde a *ESPERTEZA&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/Sum2j2_ZWOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/do11NulFF1w/s1600-h/thinking-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398046355553343714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/Sum2j2_ZWOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/do11NulFF1w/s400/thinking-pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* é a moeda sempre valorizada, tanto ou mais do que o euro. Um país onde ficar rico da noite para o dia é uma virtude mais apreciada do que formar uma família baseada em valores e respeito aos demais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pertenço a um país onde, lamentavelmente, os jornais jamais poderão ser vendidos como em outros países, isto é, pondo umas caixas nos passeios onde se paga por um só jornal *E SE TIRA UM SÓ JORNAL,DEIXANDO-SE OS DEMAIS ONDE ESTÃO.* Pertenço ao país onde as *EMPRESAS PRIVADAS* são fornecedoras particulares dos seus empregados pouco honestos, que levam para casa,como se fosse correcto, folhas de papel, lápis, canetas, clips e tudo o quepossa ser útil para os trabalhos de escola dos filhos... e para eles mesmos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pertenço a um país onde as pessoas se sentem espertas porqueconseguiram comprar um descodificador falso da TV Cabo, onde se frauda a declaração de IRS para não pagar ou pagar menos impostos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Pertenço a um país:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Onde a falta de pontualidade é um hábito; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Onde os directores das empresas não valorizam o capital humano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Onde há pouco interesse pela ecologia, onde as pessoas atiram lixo nas ruase, depois, reclamam do governo por não limpar os esgotos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Onde pessoas se queixam que a luz e a água são serviços caros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Onde não existe a cultura pela leitura (onde os nossos jovens dizem que é 'muito chato ter que ler') e não há consciência nem memóriapolítica, histórica nem económica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Onde os nossos políticos trabalham dois dias por semana para aprovarprojectos e leis que só servem para caçar os pobres, arreliar a classe média e beneficiar alguns. Pertenço a um país onde as cartas de condução e as declarações médicaspodem ser 'compradas', sem se fazer qualquer exame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Um país onde uma pessoa de idade avançada, ou uma mulher com uma criançanos braços, ou um inválido, fica em pé no autocarro, enquanto a pessoa que está sentada finge que dorme para não lhe dar o lugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Um país no qual a prioridade de passagem é para o carro e não para o peão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Um país onde fazemos muitas coisas erradas, mas estamos sempre a criticar os nossos governantes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto mais analiso os defeitos de Santana Lopes e de Sócrates, melhor me sinto como pessoa, apesar de que ainda ontem corrompi um guarda de trânsito para não ser multado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não. Não. Não. Já basta. Como 'matéria prima' de um país, temos muitas coisas boas, mas falta muito para sermos os homens e as mulheres que o nosso país precisa. Esses defeitos, essa *'CHICO-ESPERTERTICE PORTUGUESA'* congénita, essa desonestidade em pequena escala, que depois cresce e evolui até se converter em casos escandalosos na política, essa falta de qualidade humana, mais do que Santana, Guterres, Cavaco ou Sócrates, é que é real e honestamente má, porque todos eles são portugueses como nós,*ELEITOS POR NÓS*. Nascidos aqui, não noutra parte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fico triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qual é a alternativa ?*Precisamos de mais um ditador, para que nos faça cumprir a lei com a força e por meio do terror ? Aqui faz falta outra coisa. E enquanto essa 'outra coisa' não comece a surgir de baixo para cima, ou de cima para baixo, ou do centro para oslados, ou como queiram, seguiremos igualmente condenados, igualmente estancados... igualmente abusados ! É muito bom ser português. Mas quando essa portugalidade autóctone começa a ser um empecilho às nossas possibilidades de desenvolvimentocomo Nação, então tudo muda... Não esperemos acender uma vela a todos os santos, a ver se nos mandam um messias. Nós temos que mudar. Um novo governante com os mesmos portugueses nada poderá fazer. Está muito claro... Somos nós que temos que mudar. Sim, creio que isto encaixa muito bem em tudo o que anda a acontecer-nos: Desculpamos a mediocridade de programas de televisão nefastos e,francamente, somos tolerantes com o fracasso. É a indústria da desculpa e da estupidez. Agora, depois desta mensagem, francamente, decidi procurar o responsável, não para o castigar, mas para lhe exigir (sim, exigir)que melhore o seu comportamento e que não se faça de mouco, de desentendido. Sim, decidi procurar o responsável e *ESTOU SEGURO DE QUE O ENCONTRAREI**QUANDO ME OLHAR NO ESPELHO*. *AÍ ESTÁ. NÃO PRECISO PROCURÁ-LO NOUTRO LADO.*E você, o que pensa ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*MEDITE* !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7503529251593187263-2154806455481115884?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/2154806455481115884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=2154806455481115884' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2154806455481115884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2154806455481115884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/10/philosophias-eduardo-prado-coelho.html' title='Philosophias - Eduardo Prado Coelho'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/Sum2j2_ZWOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/do11NulFF1w/s72-c/thinking-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-40066896099095821</id><published>2009-09-18T18:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:03:58.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>Está na hora de vos propor um desafiozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que já seja conhecido por muitos mas, tal como na nossa aula de Filosofia, vamos todos tentar resolvê-lo. Einstein criou-o e apenas 2% da população é capaz de encontrar a resposta por isso, se não queres fazer parte dos 98% que não sabe, tenta aqui neste link  ( &lt;a href="http://www.profcardy.com/desafios/aplicativos.php?id=11"&gt;http://www.profcardy.com/desafios/aplicativos.php?id=11&lt;/a&gt; )!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bons Raciocínios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-40066896099095821?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/40066896099095821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=40066896099095821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/40066896099095821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/40066896099095821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/09/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6710897409056843486</id><published>2009-09-12T20:45:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:20:36.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E é o fim da Síntese!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SqwBM2ZOaWI/AAAAAAAAANc/sN4QWSsEN_I/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SqwBM2ZOaWI/AAAAAAAAANc/sN4QWSsEN_I/s400/party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380676975072274786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na primeira aula de filosofia deste ano lectivo ocorreu um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"diálogo com os alunos sobre a dinâmica da disciplina e sobre as actividades a desenvolver ao longo do ano"&lt;/span&gt;, como foi registado no sumário da aula em questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou assim em vista a possível criação de um eco-clube em parceria com a disciplina de Biologia, a possibilidade de vaguear por alguns encantos de Portugal e a esperança de evoluir em termos filosóficos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não termos registado tal acto neste espaço, a verdade é que no passado ano lectivo, todas as aulas um dos alunos da turma ficava responsável pela elaboração da síntese dessa mesma aula. No entanto, com a nossa boa dose de preguiça, conseguimos chegar a um consenso e pôr fim a esta tarefa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é assim, em síntese, que anuncio o fim da "Síntese da Aula"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/7503529251593187263-6710897409056843486?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6710897409056843486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6710897409056843486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6710897409056843486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6710897409056843486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-e-o-fim-da-sintese.html' title='E é o fim da Síntese!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SqwBM2ZOaWI/AAAAAAAAANc/sN4QWSsEN_I/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-5793726746747167088</id><published>2009-09-12T00:09:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:18:56.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Ano Lectivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SqrZJv7zwWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zen_ulbwB9s/s1600-h/8837corrida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380351466356851042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SqrZJv7zwWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zen_ulbwB9s/s400/8837corrida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AOS SEUS LUGARES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRONTOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTIDA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E começa assim um novo ano lectivo. Uma corrida de feras de que só os melhores, os mais rápidos e os mais audases conseguirão sair vivos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isos agora, com toda a determinação, peguemos nos cadernos, nos lapis, canetas e mochilas, e entremos nesta corrida com a garra de uma chita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOM ANO LECTIVO PARA TODOS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-5793726746747167088?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/5793726746747167088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=5793726746747167088' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5793726746747167088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5793726746747167088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/09/aos-seus-lugares-prontos-partida.html' title='Novo Ano Lectivo'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SqrZJv7zwWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zen_ulbwB9s/s72-c/8837corrida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-9006993452382983419</id><published>2009-07-21T11:40:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:59:38.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Summer of 69" - [Bryan Adams]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;tPara que tenham umas férias um pouco mais melodiosas, deixamos-vos uma música relativamente relacionada com a época presente: "Summer of 69" de Bryan Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuação de boas férias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTdD1QqsrfI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTdD1QqsrfI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-9006993452382983419?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/9006993452382983419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=9006993452382983419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/9006993452382983419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/9006993452382983419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-of-69-bryan-adams.html' title='&quot;Summer of 69&quot; - [Bryan Adams]'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6267401152027496543</id><published>2009-06-29T12:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:38:27.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FÉRIAS!!!</title><content type='html'>Chegaram as férias e com elas a hora de guardar os livros de vez! Toca a descansar!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SkinK0JJe8I/AAAAAAAAACA/StyOdwg-S_s/s1600-h/aproveite-bem-as-ferias01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SkinK0JJe8I/AAAAAAAAACA/StyOdwg-S_s/s400/aproveite-bem-as-ferias01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352711961367378882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BOAS FÉRIAS PARA TODOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-Vemo-nos para o ano ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-6267401152027496543?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6267401152027496543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6267401152027496543' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6267401152027496543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6267401152027496543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/06/ferias.html' title='FÉRIAS!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416973452240021842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SUAitPu-4_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1Q5s9Mk23cI/S220/preto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SkinK0JJe8I/AAAAAAAAACA/StyOdwg-S_s/s72-c/aproveite-bem-as-ferias01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-4251088116014177557</id><published>2009-04-22T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:11:04.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial Da Hemofilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada vez mais é necessário tomar em atenção os riscos que corremos sem nos darmos por isso. Todos os anos, o número de vítimas de doenças genéticas tem vindo a aumentar, provocando danos irreversíveis na vida humana, bem como no seu aspecto físico.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 17 de Abril comemora-se o Dia Mundial da Hemofilia e por isso estamos aqui para informar sobre esta doença através deste pequeno trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O Que É A Hemofilia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Hemofilia é uma deficiência que se adquire antes do nascimento manifestando-se, maioritariamente, nos indivíduos do sexo masculino. Esta doença é genética e caracteriza-se pela dificuldade ou difícil e demorada coagulação provocando hemorragias frequentes, especialmente a nível articular e muscular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actualmente, pode-se afirmar que as pessoas com hemofilia, na maioria dos casos, quando devidamente orientadas e tratadas, podem manter uma vida activa muito próxima do normal. Por outro lado, os hemofílicos que na idade do crescimento não tiveram acesso ao tratamento adequado e atempado, para as suas crises hemorrágicas, sofrem bastantes lesões que, na maioria dos casos, leva a incapacidades físicas irreversíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tipos De Hemofilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os factores da coagulação do sangue, numerados convencionalmente de I a XIII, existem normalmente no sangue, mas na Hemofilia A existe uma diminuição ou ausência do Factor VIII, enquanto na Hemofilia B há uma diminuição ou ausência do Factor IX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incidência Da Hemofilia Em Portugal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Hemofilia atinge 1 caso por cada 5000 rapazes que nascem. Em Portugal o número de hemofílicos ronda cerca de 1000 habitantes.&lt;br /&gt;Dado que nos ficheiros da Associação Portuguesa dos Hemofílicos constam cerca de 600 hemofílicos recenseados, concluiu-se que provavelmente devido à falta, quer de um registo nacional de hemofílicos, quer de esclarecimento da doença, alguns hemofílicos estão ainda sem diagnóstico e portanto sem a assistência médica apropriada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Problemas Da Hemofilia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O diagnóstico da Hemofilia geralmente confirmado durante o primeiro ano de vida da criança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O aparecimento ou não de problemas psicológicos relacionados com estas tensões, depende fundamentalmente dos seguintes factores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Da maior ou menor susceptibilidade emocional e da capacidade para suportar tensões;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Da qualidade da assistência médica disponível, da rapidez na obtenção do tratamento e do grau de comunicação entre o pessoal dos serviços de saúde e a família;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Da disponibilidade de oportunidades para educação e orientação profissional de bom nível;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Da aplicação e implementação de medidas de higiene mental preventiva, quando necessárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Associação Portuguesa Dos Hemofílicos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fundada em 1976, esta é uma Organização Não Governamental criada na área da saúde. A associação colabora com as entidades governamentais na solução dos problemas que se deparam aos hemofílicos, a nível médico, social, escolar e laboral, de forma a melhorar a sua qualidade de vida, com especial relevância para a implementação de medidas, tendo em conta um correcto e atempado tratamento das crises hemorrágicas que caracterizam esta deficiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Associação Portuguesa Dos Hemofílicos actua de diferentes formas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Presta serviços de Apoio Social, Logístico e Jurídico à comunidade hemofílica, a nível nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Aloja, temporariamente, os hemofílicos e seus familiares directos, quando da sua deslocação a Lisboa para efectuarem tratamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Organiza anualmente programas de “Férias Desportivas” e promove a prática da “Natação Orientada” para pessoas com hemofilia e seus familiares directos, a nível nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Teve um papel preponderante na obtenção das compensações para os hemofílicos que, nos anos 80, ficaram infectados com o vírus da imunodeficiência humana (VIH), através de produtos derivados do plasma humano, em hospitais públicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ana Teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ana Amorim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carla Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liliana Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sónia Miranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Susete Monteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-4251088116014177557?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/4251088116014177557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=4251088116014177557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4251088116014177557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4251088116014177557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-mundial-da-hemofilia.html' title='Dia Mundial Da Hemofilia'/><author><name>Ana Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05100035216044070532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-9070804937355123816</id><published>2009-04-15T17:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:02:26.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DA ÁGUA  -  5 DE MARÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEnlrE4iMBU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEnlrE4iMBU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-9070804937355123816?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/9070804937355123816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=9070804937355123816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/9070804937355123816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/9070804937355123816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-da-agua-5-de-marco.html' title='DIA DA ÁGUA  -  5 DE MARÇO'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-938108295719096489</id><published>2009-04-15T16:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:58:06.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SeYCwZNyNMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fpLT-fW01i4/s1600-h/Footprints%2520in%2520sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324946639837869250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SeYCwZNyNMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fpLT-fW01i4/s400/Footprints%2520in%2520sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Meditar, em filosofia, é encaminharmo-nos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do conhecido para o desconhecido, e aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;defrontar o real " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Valéry , Paul)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-938108295719096489?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/938108295719096489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=938108295719096489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/938108295719096489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/938108295719096489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/04/meditar-em-filosofia-e-encaminharmo-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SeYCwZNyNMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fpLT-fW01i4/s72-c/Footprints%2520in%2520sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-7542563759852336504</id><published>2009-03-31T21:47:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:46:40.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição de Fotografia</title><content type='html'>Foi-vos deixado,  há algum tempo atrás, um convite para a exposição de fotografia sobre o Dia Europeu da Vítima.Hoje, (apesar de já atrasado...) deixo-vos algumas fotos sobre a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKCvE5F3YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R_J1fz2uT4E/s1600-h/DSCN3551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKCvE5F3YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R_J1fz2uT4E/s320/DSCN3551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319457855156641154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKEUF4OIgI/AAAAAAAAABY/9oYvwa1qW_U/s1600-h/DSCN3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKEUF4OIgI/AAAAAAAAABY/9oYvwa1qW_U/s320/DSCN3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319459590588211714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podiamos deixar que deixassem de ver... Por isso, desde cedo arranjamos uma maneira prática e eficaz de indicar o caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKFt5Px7SI/AAAAAAAAABg/trfoCPYyk9M/s1600-h/DSCN3525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKFt5Px7SI/AAAAAAAAABg/trfoCPYyk9M/s320/DSCN3525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319461133385592098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mais uma visitante curiosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKHHsqPbmI/AAAAAAAAABo/VxuqF1Wbkjc/s1600-h/DSCN3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKHHsqPbmI/AAAAAAAAABo/VxuqF1Wbkjc/s320/DSCN3542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462676195143266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKImtriiAI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wc1d2lcp-Nc/s1600-h/DSCN3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKImtriiAI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wc1d2lcp-Nc/s320/DSCN3515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319464308556597250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quem quisesse podia também partilhar o seu pensamento connosco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKLVAQ9ghI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BzWltgqMLEM/s1600-h/DSCN3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKLVAQ9ghI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BzWltgqMLEM/s320/DSCN3513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319467302842630674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito obrigada a todos os que participaram com interesse e entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;nesta sensibilização para o Dia Europeu da Vítima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-7542563759852336504?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/7542563759852336504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=7542563759852336504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7542563759852336504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7542563759852336504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/03/exposicao-de-fotografia.html' title='Exposição de Fotografia'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416973452240021842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SUAitPu-4_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1Q5s9Mk23cI/S220/preto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SdKCvE5F3YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R_J1fz2uT4E/s72-c/DSCN3551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-3712845461297776277</id><published>2009-03-21T23:39:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:51:14.032Z</updated><title type='text'>Filosofias de Vida - " Superstições"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/ScV8D7raNdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AiNwXA3fHlw/s1600-h/sunset2_crop%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315791342181955026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/ScV8D7raNdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AiNwXA3fHlw/s400/sunset2_crop%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"A superstição põe o mundo em chamas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a filosofia apaga-as."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---- -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-3712845461297776277?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/3712845461297776277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=3712845461297776277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3712845461297776277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3712845461297776277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/03/filosofias-de-vida-supersticoes.html' title='Filosofias de Vida - &quot; Superstições&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/ScV8D7raNdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AiNwXA3fHlw/s72-c/sunset2_crop%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-5068881040972349220</id><published>2009-03-03T19:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:06:31.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/Sa2Mfn6hcqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aHTkw6ucEVs/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309054200726939586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 463px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/Sa2Mqr-f58I/AAAAAAAAACY/sFrBZ_neehc/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Temos o prazer de convidá-lo a visitar a exposição dedicada ao Dia Europeu da Vítima do Crime, que estará patente entre os dias 20 de Fevereiro e 6 de Março, das 9hoo às 17h45, na biblioteca da Escola Secundária da Lixa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A organização,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professora Conceição Madureira e alunas do 10ºA (Ana Bárbara Varejão, Ana Brochado, Sofia Monteiro, Diana Oliveira e Sara Salvador)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in secundarialixa.com)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-5068881040972349220?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/5068881040972349220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=5068881040972349220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5068881040972349220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5068881040972349220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/02/dia-europeu-da-vitima-de-crime_19.html' title='Convite'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/Sa2Mqr-f58I/AAAAAAAAACY/sFrBZ_neehc/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-1701216713206318612</id><published>2009-03-03T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:29:09.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Europeu da Vítima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/Sa25cQy8rrI/AAAAAAAAANU/kVS_jGI4IF8/s1600-h/site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309103430935817906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/Sa25cQy8rrI/AAAAAAAAANU/kVS_jGI4IF8/s400/site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(in &lt;a href="http://www.secundarialixa.com/"&gt;secundarialixa.com&lt;/a&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/7503529251593187263-1701216713206318612?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/1701216713206318612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=1701216713206318612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1701216713206318612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1701216713206318612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-europeu-da-vitima.html' title='Dia Europeu da Vítima'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/Sa25cQy8rrI/AAAAAAAAANU/kVS_jGI4IF8/s72-c/site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6015247398532610166</id><published>2009-02-28T21:54:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:26:20.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Filosofias de Vida - "Ainda Tomaremos Café juntos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/Sam5EASrEjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9Q9_CzW4oY/s1600-h/chicaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307977114281775666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/Sam5EASrEjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9Q9_CzW4oY/s400/chicaras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O professor, diante da sua turma de matemática, sem dizer uma só palavra, pegou num pote de vidro (grande e vazio) e começou a enche-lo com bolas de golfe.&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, perguntou aos seus alunos se o frasco estava cheio e, imediatamente, todos disseram que sim.&lt;br /&gt;O professor pegou então numa caixa de berlindes e esvaziou-a dentro do pote. Os berlindes encheram todos os espaços vazios entre as bolas de golfe.&lt;br /&gt;O professor voltou a perguntar se o frasco estava cheio, e voltou a ouvir os seus alunos que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida pegou numa caixa de areia e esvaziou-a dentro do pote. A areia preencheu os espaços vazios que ainda restavam e ele perguntou novamente aos alunos que responderam que estava, agora, cheio.&lt;br /&gt;Então, o professor, pegou numa chávena de café (líquido) e derramou-a sobre o pote, humedecendo a areia.&lt;br /&gt;Os estudantes riam da situação quando o professor disse: “Quero que entendam que o pote de vidro representa as vossas vidas. As bolas de golfe são os elementos mais importantes, como a família e os amigos. Seria com elas que as nossas vias estariam cheias e repletas de felicidade. Os berlindes são as outras coisas que importam: o trabalho, a casa, o carro, ... A areia representa todas as pequenas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tivéssemos colocado a areia em primeiro lugar no frasco, não haveria espaço para as bolas de golfe e para os berlindes.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo acontece nas nossas vidas. Se gastarmos todo o nosso tempo e energia com as pequenas coisas, nunca teremos lugar para as coisas realmente importantes. ”&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Um aluno levantou-se e perguntou o que representava o café. O professor respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“O café serve apenas para demonstrar que não importa quão ocupada esteja a nossa vida, haverá sempre tempo para tomar um café com um amigo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-6015247398532610166?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6015247398532610166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6015247398532610166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6015247398532610166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6015247398532610166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/02/filosofias-de-vida-ainda-tomaremos-cafe.html' title='Filosofias de Vida - &quot;Ainda Tomaremos Café juntos&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/Sam5EASrEjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9Q9_CzW4oY/s72-c/chicaras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-179394569511679316</id><published>2009-02-22T23:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:16:26.737Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Europeu da Vítima de Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763034654608370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SaHbXm78i_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/m48jdbrr7rs/s400/Violenciadomestica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Dia Europeu da Vítima de Crime foi instituído pelo fórum europeu, que reúne serviços de apoio à vítima nacionais de mais de 16 países europeus, o actual Victim Support EUROPE, para lembrar e assinalar os direitos de quem é vítima de crime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7503529251593187263-179394569511679316?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/179394569511679316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=179394569511679316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/179394569511679316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/179394569511679316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/02/dia-europeu-da-vitima-de-crime.html' title='Dia Europeu da Vítima de Crime'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SaHbXm78i_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/m48jdbrr7rs/s72-c/Violenciadomestica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-9152320943856380475</id><published>2009-02-22T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:22:37.154Z</updated><title type='text'>APAV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Associação Portuguesa de Apoio à Vítima (APAV) é uma instituição particular de solidariedade social, pessoa colectiva de utilidade pública, que tem como objectivo estatutário promover e contribuir para a informação, protecção e apoio aos cidadãos vítimas de infracções penais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, em suma, uma organização sem fins lucrativos e de voluntariado, que apoia, de forma individualizada, qualificada e humanizada, vítimas de crimes, através da prestação de serviços gratuitos e confidenciais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundada em 25 de Junho de 1990, é uma instituição de âmbito nacional, localizando-se a sua sede em Lisboa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305765817126793938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SaHd5kdAstI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bVG7-qRzh68/s400/apav_st00171008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apav.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apav.pt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-9152320943856380475?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/9152320943856380475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=9152320943856380475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/9152320943856380475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/9152320943856380475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/02/associacao-portuguesa-de-apoio-vitima.html' title='APAV'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SaHd5kdAstI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bVG7-qRzh68/s72-c/apav_st00171008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-7831683782936233941</id><published>2009-02-19T23:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:36:00.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta Noite o meu Pai Matou-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SZ3rz0rqJwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GnW2zLn3_C8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304655211659929346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SZ3rz0rqJwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GnW2zLn3_C8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O meu nome é "Sara"&lt;br /&gt;Tenho 3 anos&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos estão inchados,&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu devo ser estúpida,&lt;br /&gt;Eu devo ser má,&lt;br /&gt;O que mais poderia pôr o meu pai em tal estado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ser melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de ser menos feia.&lt;br /&gt;Então, talvez a minha mãe me viesse sempre dar miminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso falar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso fazer asneiras,&lt;br /&gt;Senão fico trancada todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu acordo estou sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;A casa está escura,&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pais não estão em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha mãe chega,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento ser amável,&lt;br /&gt;Senão eu talvez levaria&lt;br /&gt;Uma chicotada à noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faças barulho!&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de ouvir um carro,&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai chega do bar do Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço-o dizer palavrões.&lt;br /&gt;Ele chama-me.&lt;br /&gt;Eu aperto-me contra o muro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento-me esconder dos seus olhos demoníacos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tanto medo agora,&lt;br /&gt;Começo a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele encontra-me a chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Ele atira-me com palavras más,&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz que a culpa é minha, que ele sofra no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele esbofeteia-me e bate-me,&lt;br /&gt;E berra comigo ainda mais,&lt;br /&gt;Eu liberto-me finalmente e corro até à porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele já a trancou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu enrolo-me toda em bola,&lt;br /&gt;Ele agarra em mim e lança-me contra o muro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu caio no chão com os meus ossos quase partidos,&lt;br /&gt;E o meu dia contínua com horríveis palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu lamento muito!", eu grito&lt;br /&gt;Mas já é tarde de mais&lt;br /&gt;O seu rosto tornou-se num ódio inimaginável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mal e as feridas mais e mais,&lt;br /&gt;"Meu Deus por favor, tenha piedade!&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que isto acabe por favor!"&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente ele pára, e vai para a porta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu fico deitada,&lt;br /&gt;Imóvel no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu nome é "Sara"&lt;br /&gt;Tenho 3 anos,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite o meu pai *matou-me*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(autor desconecido)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-7831683782936233941?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/7831683782936233941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=7831683782936233941' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7831683782936233941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7831683782936233941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/02/esta-noite-o-meu-pai-matou-me.html' title='Esta Noite o meu Pai Matou-me...'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SZ3rz0rqJwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GnW2zLn3_C8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-3785177643442772096</id><published>2009-01-30T20:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:00:59.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Confissões de uma Vítima de Violência Doméstica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SYNpFSP4KYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WhwJsFoxi48/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297193126236531074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SYNpFSP4KYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WhwJsFoxi48/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma como tantas outras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma que sente a crueldade na pele por alguém que pensava amá-la, respeitá-la e estar presente em todos os momentos da sua vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um exemplo como muitos outros que nos rodeiam e nos passam alheios, de mulheres que sofrem em silêncio e não encontram propósito para viver, por terem sido tão maltratadas pelos seus companheiros e pelas cicatrizes que vêem todos os dias ao espelho e não conseguem apagar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Sou um corpo que deambula ao acaso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que vive com medo todo o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amostra de ser mal amado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem conhecer felicidade e alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma mulher constantemente criticada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que chora apenas escondida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consciente que não vale nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a imagem totalmente denegrida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escondo os hematomas como sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Habituei-me há muito a mentir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivo uma vida como nunca pensei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com a maior parte do tempo a fingir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta mão, assim queimada, e a doer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É porque sou tão distraída...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meti-a numa panela a ferver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E fiquei tão arrependida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapo as nódoas negras com roupa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De Inverno, mesmo no Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apenas porque sou meia louca~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passo a vida a cair ao chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A boca, assim cortada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi apenas porque sorri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei estar calada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apanhei porque mereci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando parti o braço direito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi porque me maquilhei nesse dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas afinal, foi bem feito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque parecia uma vadia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu corpo está tão cansado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não aprendo a me comportar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para viver bem com meu amado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que tudo faz por me amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farta dos meus erros e maldade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Subo até ao vigésimo andar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salto, enfim, para a liberdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E já sou feliz... a voar! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vera Sousa Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-3785177643442772096?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/3785177643442772096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=3785177643442772096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3785177643442772096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3785177643442772096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/01/confissoes-de-uma-vitima-de-violencia.html' title='Confissões de uma Vítima de Violência Doméstica'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SYNpFSP4KYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WhwJsFoxi48/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-8918951229040797614</id><published>2009-01-28T21:09:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:46:17.961Z</updated><title type='text'>Mês de Fevereiro - Dia da Vítima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olá queridos amigos e leitores do nosso blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por questões "Puramente Filosóficas" começamos o ano no nosso blog em Fevereiro... Não é qualquer filósofo que se pode dar ao luxo de tal coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brincadeiras à parte, começamos este novo ano com um tema muito sério, que é uma constante preocupação na nossa sociedade. A VÍTIMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daremos neste mês de Fevereiro particular destaque ao "Dia da Vítima".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qualquer vítima em apuros, encontrará refúgio neste blog em textos, imagens, e força para continuar a sua luta pela sobrevivencia, e pela DIGNIDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A música que vos trazemos, pode ser interpretada como um grito de socorro. Uma suplica, que nos alerta para o estado psicológico daqueles que sofrem nas mãos de outrem, e que se esconde à margem da sociedade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going Under - Evanescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will tell you what I've done for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fifty thousand tears I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Screaming deceiving and bleeding for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you still won't hear me(I'm going under)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not tormented daily defeated by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm dying again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drowning in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm falling forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I don't know what's real and what's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Always confusing the thoughts in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I can't trust myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm dying again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drowning in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm falling forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So go on and scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scream at me I'm so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I won't be broken again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't keep going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm dying again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drowning in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm falling forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou Afundando - Evanescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou-te dizer o que eu fiz por ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei 50 mil lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Gritando, enganando e sangrando por ti&lt;br /&gt;E tu continuas não querendo me ouvir (Estou Afundando)&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a tua mão, desta vez eu me salvo sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu desperto de uma só vez&lt;br /&gt;Não atormentada diariamente derrotada por você&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quando eu pensei que tinha chegado ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou morrendo de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou afundando&lt;br /&gt;Me afogando em ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou caindo pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho de partir&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou afundando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obscurecendo e confundindo a verdade e as mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, eu não sei o que é real e o que não é&lt;br /&gt;Sempre confundindo os pensamentos na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, não posso confiar em mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou morrendo novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou afundando&lt;br /&gt;Me afogando em ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou caindo para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho de partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, vá em frente e grite&lt;br /&gt;Grite comigo estou tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Eu não serei quebrada novamente&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho de respirar, não posso manter-me afundada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou morrendo novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou afundando&lt;br /&gt;Me afogando em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou caindo pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eu comecei quebrar completamente&lt;br /&gt;Estou afundando&lt;br /&gt;Estou afundando&lt;br /&gt;Estou afundando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Música à responsabilidade de:&lt;br /&gt;Ana Bárbara&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Monteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-8918951229040797614?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/8918951229040797614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=8918951229040797614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8918951229040797614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8918951229040797614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/01/mes-de-fevereiro-dia-da-victima.html' title='Mês de Fevereiro - Dia da Vítima'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-2505848064676266918</id><published>2009-01-12T20:37:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:15:31.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Concepção Objectiva e Subjectiva de VALOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A caracterização dos valores como objectivos ou subjectivos surge da seguinte pergunta que nos é colocada pela Axiologia “ Os objectos têm valor porque os desejamos, ou desejamo-los porque têm valor?” &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SWuwo72TuEI/AAAAAAAAADg/7_tTdK14qO4/s1600-h/Rodin-Thinker-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290516404583512130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SWuwo72TuEI/AAAAAAAAADg/7_tTdK14qO4/s400/Rodin-Thinker-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para esta pergunta temos então duas variantes e possíveis respostas à concepção acerca da natureza dos valores.&lt;br /&gt;Por um lado, há quem afirme que os valores não precisam de um sujeito para que o sejam, Transcendem qualquer subjectividade ou opinião do indivíduo, sendo, imperativamente valiosos, submetendo o ser humano ao seu reconhecimento como tal. Esta concepção objectiva de valor realça a independência, e transcendência dos valores face a qualquer sujeito que possa querer julgar o objecto.&lt;br /&gt;Numa concepção mais subjectiva de valor, temos a afirmação do sujeito face ao objecto, que será julgado e valorizado de acordo com a opinião, os sentimentos de agrado ou desagrado e os desejos do primeiro. Assim sendo, os valores devem a sua existência ao humano, são suas criações e por isso variáveis e contingentes( possíveis mas não certos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&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/7503529251593187263-2505848064676266918?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/2505848064676266918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=2505848064676266918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2505848064676266918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2505848064676266918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/01/concepo-objectiva-e-subjectiva-de-valor.html' title='Concepção Objectiva e Subjectiva de VALOR'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SWuwo72TuEI/AAAAAAAAADg/7_tTdK14qO4/s72-c/Rodin-Thinker-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-1350199957872818465</id><published>2009-01-05T20:03:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:20:31.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Para Pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada melhor para começar um ano e um período, do que uma frase inteligente, que nos ponha a pensar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287906552759765426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SWJq_kK0ybI/AAAAAAAAADA/_jmSiyMPCA0/s400/dalai_lama_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Perguntaram ao &lt;strong&gt;Dalai Lama...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O que mais o surpreende na Humanidade?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E ele respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Os homens... Porque perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem dinheiro para recuperar a saúde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem-se do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer... e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-1350199957872818465?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/1350199957872818465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=1350199957872818465' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1350199957872818465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1350199957872818465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-pensar.html' title='Para Pensar...'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SWJq_kK0ybI/AAAAAAAAADA/_jmSiyMPCA0/s72-c/dalai_lama_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6912756402554357154</id><published>2009-01-01T00:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:36:28.045Z</updated><title type='text'>2009...</title><content type='html'>Mesmo quando não se sabe contemplar&lt;br /&gt;A simplicidade das coisas, espera-se&lt;br /&gt;A cada ano&lt;br /&gt;A cada nascer do dia&lt;br /&gt;A brisa da manhã, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SVwdL-yh4iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EaKcBYJOGPU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O canto das aves,&lt;br /&gt;O nascer do sol, a chuva,&lt;br /&gt;A noite, a lua, as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;O vento, o sonho, o amor, a graça,&lt;br /&gt;O continuar da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porquê então esperar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida é esperança&lt;br /&gt;E viver é a única forma de contemplar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E desfrutar todos os prazeres dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a beira dos dias que fazem o presente&lt;br /&gt;Um novo ano se aproxima para renovar vidas e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja então este o ano&lt;br /&gt;Que as vidas se renovem&lt;br /&gt;Que os sonhos se realizem&lt;br /&gt;Que a paz viva nos corações&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo seja único&lt;br /&gt;Que se manifesta em nós o dom de acção de graça&lt;br /&gt;Que reina o amor nas famílias&lt;br /&gt;Que brindemos todos o único motivo&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O "Philosophia" deseja a todos os seus leitores um óptimo 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&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/7503529251593187263-6912756402554357154?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6912756402554357154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6912756402554357154' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6912756402554357154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6912756402554357154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009...'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-5091554477062277534</id><published>2008-12-30T14:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:03:26.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Anatomia do Filósofo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Férias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;Tempo de brincar!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anatomias.mediasmile.net/filosofo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 661px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 952px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://anatomias.mediasmile.net/filosofo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-5091554477062277534?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/5091554477062277534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=5091554477062277534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5091554477062277534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5091554477062277534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/anatomia-do-filsofo.html' title='Anatomia do Filósofo'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-167741821121892151</id><published>2008-12-19T09:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:37:35.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente chegaram...</title><content type='html'>AS MERECIDAS FÉRIAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É verdade! Depois de todo este tempo de trabalho e empenho, temos as férias para tentarmos aproveitar o nosso descanso (tentar e nao conseguir... Ainda há muito trabalho para fazer, mesmo em férias!) Contudo, o nosso cantinho nao fica parado e novos "posts" aparecerão alucivos ao tema deste mês, Greenpeace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos numa época muito especial do ano, faltam apenas 6 dias para o Natal e como nao podia esquecer, deixo aqui os meus votos de um Feliz Natal com tudo de bom para todos vós, tendo sempre em conta que o que realmente importa é o convívio com a familia e o espírito de alegria e felicidade no nosso coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281432773928959474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SUtrICskPfI/AAAAAAAAABw/9DtGvy6sgBQ/s320/arvore_mikey_mine.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-167741821121892151?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/167741821121892151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=167741821121892151' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/167741821121892151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/167741821121892151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/finalmente-chegaram.html' title='Finalmente chegaram...'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SUtrICskPfI/AAAAAAAAABw/9DtGvy6sgBQ/s72-c/arvore_mikey_mine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-3716173954319182830</id><published>2008-12-14T23:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:11:27.926Z</updated><title type='text'>"Eu penso que ainda podemos mudar o futuro..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No decorrer do Rock in Rio Lisboa deste mesmo ano muitos foram os que deixaram as suas mensagens de sensibilização no ar... Os Apocalyptica não foram excepção!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quero partilhar algo convosco. É muito importante para nós, para mim e para todos os Apocalyptica. Como viram, neste festival há vários pontos alusivos ao Greenpeace, o que nos relembra e nos leva para o facto que toda a gente reconhece: o clima tem vindo a mudar de uma forma muito rápida.&lt;br /&gt;E porque isto cria problemas, penso que nós, todos os seres humanos, como estamos no centro do problema, necessitamos de lutar para o resolver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, e todos os apocalyptica, assinámos a petição da Greenpeace “Join the energy [r]evolution” e peço-vos a todos que se juntem à mesma connosco. Toda esta lista assinada e com todos os nossos comentários, será entregue aos lideres do G8 no próximo encontro celebrado pelos mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando os políticos começarem a fazer as coisas certas, nós, eu e todos vocês, faremos a nossa parte. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu penso que ainda podemos mudar o futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, como hoje é o dia mundial do ambiente, iremos tocar algo muito especial para vocês…” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tradução por Sofia Monteiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fiquem então com o som destes fantásticos violoncelos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJ6At2GmDbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJ6At2GmDbI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-3716173954319182830?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/3716173954319182830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=3716173954319182830' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3716173954319182830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3716173954319182830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-penso-que-ainda-podemos-mudar-o.html' title='&quot;Eu penso que ainda podemos mudar o futuro...&quot;'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-1833805495289209264</id><published>2008-12-12T20:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:21:21.469Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Verdade Inconveniente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma Verdade Inconveniente, &lt;/em&gt;um interessante documentário que explica as causas e consequências do aumento da temperatura naquele que é denominado como &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Planeta Azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas qual a origem deste problema?&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; O SER HUMANO!&lt;/span&gt; Bem... Eu sei a resposta e acho que não sou a única... Muita gente também a sabe, mas prefere continuar a olhar para o lado, como se a nossa vida, que é aquilo que realmente está em perigo, fosse um jogo "Faz-de-Conta"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somos nós que temos de mudar o rumo que isto está a tomar, fazendo pequenas coisas todos os dias.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fica uma pequena parte do filme que mostra a verdade nua e crua do que poderá vir acontecer-nos caso algumas pessoas insistam em viver essa irrealidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ww0JK7k1cSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ww0JK7k1cSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-1833805495289209264?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/1833805495289209264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=1833805495289209264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1833805495289209264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1833805495289209264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/uma-verdade-inconveniente_10.html' title='Uma Verdade Inconveniente'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416973452240021842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SUAitPu-4_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1Q5s9Mk23cI/S220/preto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6351173997922202773</id><published>2008-12-12T19:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:09:15.774Z</updated><title type='text'>É Urgente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Le2UrHpiS1A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Le2UrHpiS1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A MTV em mais uma das suas campanhas "MTV SWITCH OFF", mostra-nos numa versão animada, o poder que o Homem exerce nas suas actividades diárias e como prejudiciais estas podem ser para o nosso planeta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esta é apenas uma de muitas companhas que nos tenta alertar para o problema do aquecimento global e o quão urgente se tornou uma atitude por parte do Homem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tudo o que fazemos no hoje reflectir-se-á no amanhã, mas se nao existir o amanhã do que nos servem todos estes esforços???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;É preciso agir antes que NAO EXISTA AMANHÃ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-6351173997922202773?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6351173997922202773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6351173997922202773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6351173997922202773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6351173997922202773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/urgente.html' title='É Urgente...'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-1177442411776175976</id><published>2008-12-11T18:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:13:58.126Z</updated><title type='text'>A crise do clima pode ser resolvida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Estás pronto para mudar a tua forma de viver?&lt;br /&gt;A crise do clima pode ser resolvida.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está como podes começar. (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FoF_8lsKRcs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FoF_8lsKRcs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;in &lt;em&gt;"An Inconvenien Truth"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-1177442411776175976?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/1177442411776175976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=1177442411776175976' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1177442411776175976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1177442411776175976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/crise-do-clima-pode-ser-resolvida.html' title='A crise do clima pode ser resolvida...'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-5593186954640600266</id><published>2008-12-11T17:42:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:49:14.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Animals Save the Planet 4- Desligando totalmente os electrodomésticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNtX3m9UajQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNtX3m9UajQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre do cão!... Deixaram todas aquelas "tecnologias" em stand by, e acabaram por arruinar o descanso do seu melhor amigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda bem que o cão sabia desligar tomadas... Caso contrário nao dormiria nem ele, nem os donos, quando recebessem a factura da EDP...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ana Bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-5593186954640600266?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/5593186954640600266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=5593186954640600266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5593186954640600266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/5593186954640600266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/animals-save-planet-4-desligando.html' title='Animals Save the Planet 4- Desligando totalmente os electrodomésticos'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-4013818487859781638</id><published>2008-12-08T19:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:44:24.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Greenpeace - Angry Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7fC1S8Skqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7fC1S8Skqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... Não estamos apenas a falar do futuro... Estamos a falar do MEU futuro..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu? Já escolheste o teu lado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7503529251593187263-4013818487859781638?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/4013818487859781638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=4013818487859781638' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4013818487859781638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4013818487859781638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/greenpeace-angry-kid.html' title='Greenpeace - Angry Kid'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-7622341679967315298</id><published>2008-12-08T18:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:52:14.514Z</updated><title type='text'>Animals Save the Planet 3- Usando Lâmpadas Económicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_kocZ-j-o3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_kocZ-j-o3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez, vemos como os nossos amigos urso e pinguim descobriram que usando lâmpadas económicas gastam muito menos energia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem a para o pinguim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-7622341679967315298?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/7622341679967315298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=7622341679967315298' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Planet 2- Poupando água!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 545px; HEIGHT: 412px" height="412" width="545"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8Ek3v1RBEU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8Ek3v1RBEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje os nossos amigos animais mostram-nos como o egoísta, ou apenas "despistdo" hipopótamo, se esquce que, para além dele, existe todo um mundo que precisa de água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito divertido, mas muito sério...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ana Bárbara&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/7503529251593187263-4714219612925974892?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/4714219612925974892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=4714219612925974892' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4714219612925974892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4714219612925974892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/animals-save-planet-2-poupando-gua.html' title='Animals Save the Planet 2- Poupando água!'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-1589988048920046387</id><published>2008-12-05T23:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:30:47.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Animals Save the Planet 1 - Usando os seus proprios sacos de compras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBZdUA8zxJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBZdUA8zxJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqui temos o bom exemplo dos nossos amigos animais, que nos ensinarão, ao longo deste mês, pequenos gestos para salvar o planeta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não percam nenhum episódio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ana Bárbara&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/7503529251593187263-1589988048920046387?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/1589988048920046387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=1589988048920046387' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1589988048920046387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1589988048920046387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/animals-save-planet-1.html' title='Animals Save the Planet 1 - Usando os seus proprios sacos de compras'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-8497570563564772626</id><published>2008-12-04T11:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:41:24.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/STPNffvvbTI/AAAAAAAAABo/fVvOvICwLN8/s1600-h/SadMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274785529562361138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/STPNffvvbTI/AAAAAAAAABo/fVvOvICwLN8/s320/SadMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um velho e sapiente ditado diz: “ Não deixes para amanhã o que podes fazer hoje!”. Nas nossas vidas isso tem de passar a fazer sentido… Porquê guardar para amanhã um abraço, um carinho, um pedido de desculpas, um beijo especial, um sermão ou um Amo-te, quando tudo o que acontece é no Hoje e não no Amanhã? Porquê guardar o melhor da vida no Futuro, sabendo que o podemos aproveitar no Presente? O Futuro é nos desconhecido e se não gozarmos e fizermos as coisas no Presente, podemos nunca mais as poder concretizar… Ignorar não resolve os problemas, apenas evita que rebentem nas nossas mãos naquele preciso momento. Mentir só serve para atrasar o inevitável. Duvidar e não ter coragem para perguntar é apenas uma desculpa para fugirmos ao que realmente sentimos sobre nós próprios. Permanecer em silêncio pode ser uma boa escolha nos momentos certos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os diferentes estados de espírito que podemos ter, são os reflexos dos espelhos da nossa mente, ofuscados por tudo o que nos faz sentir medo e receio, por isso o contacto entre as pessoas ter de existir, quase como uma obrigação, para que a outra pessoa nao se esqueça da sua verdadeira essência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-8497570563564772626?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/8497570563564772626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=8497570563564772626' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8497570563564772626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8497570563564772626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-velho-e-sapiente-ditado-diz-no.html' title='Futuro'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/STPNffvvbTI/AAAAAAAAABo/fVvOvICwLN8/s72-c/SadMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6064194579873679004</id><published>2008-12-02T23:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:06:14.014Z</updated><title type='text'>Música do Mês de Dezembro</title><content type='html'>Caros filósofos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mês, partilhamos convosco uma música alusiva ao tema aqui abordado nos últimos dias, que será "personagem" principal dos próximos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When the last tree..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know is anybody out there&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna help me fight the dangers in the air.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know who is out there&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna help me fight the dangers in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last tree has been taken,&lt;br /&gt;The last river has been poisoned&lt;br /&gt;Caught the last fish from the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Eat your money then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn der letzte Baum gerodet&lt;br /&gt;Der letzte Fluß vergiftet&lt;br /&gt;Der letzte Fisch gefangen,&lt;br /&gt;Werdet Ihr verstehen,&lt;br /&gt;Daß man Geld nicht essen kann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last tree...&lt;br /&gt;Eat your money then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the last tree has been taken&lt;br /&gt;Our rivers have been poisoned&lt;br /&gt;Take our mother earth in our hands&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bevor der letzte Baum gerodet,&lt;br /&gt;Der letzte Fluß vergiftet,&lt;br /&gt;Meine Mutter Erde ich bin für dich da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a chance, ooh...&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can, ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Kelly Familly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quando a última árvore..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber se alguém aí fora&lt;br /&gt;me ajudará a lutar contra os perigos no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber quem está lá fora&lt;br /&gt;que me ajudará a lutar contra os perigos no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a última árvore for cortada,&lt;br /&gt;o último rio for envenenado&lt;br /&gt;o último peixe for capturado do oceano&lt;br /&gt;Come dinheiro, depois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a última árvore...&lt;br /&gt;Come dinheiro, depois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que a última árvore seja cortada&lt;br /&gt;os nossos rios tenham sido envenenados&lt;br /&gt;Leva a Mãe Natureza nas nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que podemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-lhe uma chance, ooh ...&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que podemos, ooh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Kelly Family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Música à responsabilidade de:&lt;br /&gt;Ana Bárbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sofia10world.blogspot.com"&gt;Sofia Monteiro&lt;/a&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/7503529251593187263-6064194579873679004?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6064194579873679004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6064194579873679004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6064194579873679004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6064194579873679004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/msica-do-ms-de-dezembro_02.html' title='Música do Mês de Dezembro'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-2260302117240805953</id><published>2008-12-02T21:24:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:58:25.837Z</updated><title type='text'>When the last Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the last tree is cut,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the last river poisoned, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the last fish dead, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;we will discover that we can't eat money..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(GreenPeace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275314870727911410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/STWu7NQSp_I/AAAAAAAAACo/6XzvEy2QLgM/s400/ocean_life_22%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-2260302117240805953?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/2260302117240805953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=2260302117240805953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2260302117240805953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2260302117240805953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-last-tree.html' title='When the last Tree...'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/STWu7NQSp_I/AAAAAAAAACo/6XzvEy2QLgM/s72-c/ocean_life_22%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-2073681594525291420</id><published>2008-12-01T11:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:38:00.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/STPLNRyNT1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Rn4_-dCYO_8/s1600-h/storm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274783017553710930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/STPLNRyNT1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Rn4_-dCYO_8/s320/storm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A brisa corre, o sol aquece a manhã, o mar toca gentilmente a areia húmida, que os pés hesitam em pisar com medo do que poderão sentir… Por haver falta de melhor solução senta-se esperando que a vontade e coragem de entrar na água apareçam como um súbito desejo. Espera, espera e espera, até que uma tristeza lhe invade o pensamento distraindo-a de tudo o que esperava… Tal sentimento era fruto de algo que tinha ficado por resolver, de alguém que a magoou e não deu justificação para fazê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Há dias em que as palavras escassam… Por mais que tentemos agarrá-las e fazê-las falarem, elas conseguem sempre escapar. São aqueles dias em que queremos o silêncio, em que as palavras não chegam para dizer o que sentimos, em que nada nem ninguém serve de inspiração para criar conversa.Por vezes, as palavras estão tão gastas que o melhor remédio é deixa-las guardadas num canto e só usa-las quando é mesmo necessário. Daí as palavras rompidas e fartas, serem o objectivo profundo disto tudo… Um dia de descanso, ou até mais, é perfeito para elas não me fugirem para sempre e permanecerem no seu verdadeiro lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-2073681594525291420?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/2073681594525291420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=2073681594525291420' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2073681594525291420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2073681594525291420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/12/silncio.html' title='Silêncio .....'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/STPLNRyNT1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Rn4_-dCYO_8/s72-c/storm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-2409300024674383623</id><published>2008-11-28T22:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:32:55.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Tema do Mês de Dezembro: GREENPEACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/STB2Q3XhO7I/AAAAAAAAACA/RiIqkp8wTaQ/s1600-h/imagem_greenpeace01%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273845195763432370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/STB2Q3XhO7I/AAAAAAAAACA/RiIqkp8wTaQ/s400/imagem_greenpeace01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Insiste em enfrentar aquilo a que os outros viram as costas. Actua quando a política falha. Revela as imagens que o mundo nunca viu, ou que prefere não ver… Friamente governa a frente da divulgação das catástrofes que os nossos governantes tentam esconder. A &lt;strong&gt;GreenPeace&lt;/strong&gt; é, sem dúvida, a voz da Mãe Natureza. Dá voz às suas súplicas aos seus gemidos de dor, aos seus gritos de alerta para que, daqui a 50 anos não sejamos obrigados a comer o famoso metal cobiçado por todos os homens… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ambição, a ganância e o consumismo têm vindo a matar, a desertificar, a destruir o Mundo em que vivemos. Um dia, quando nadarmos em dinheiro proveniente das matérias-primas da natureza, iremos aperceber-nos de que esse dinheiro não trará de volta o oxigénio das árvores amazónicas, os ruídos dos golfinhos que ecoam nos oceanos, as paisagens mais maravilhosas e, principalmente, não trará de volta o alimento e a água potável de que necessitamos para sobreviver… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIM À GREENPEACE&lt;/strong&gt;! Sim a todos quantos no mundo, com frases e imagens &lt;strong&gt;CHOCANTES&lt;/strong&gt;, mas &lt;strong&gt;REAIS&lt;/strong&gt;, tentam marcar e chamar a atenção dos habitantes do Planeta Azul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Bárbara&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/7503529251593187263-2409300024674383623?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/2409300024674383623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=2409300024674383623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2409300024674383623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2409300024674383623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/11/tema-do-ms-de-dezembro-greenpeace.html' title='Tema do Mês de Dezembro: GREENPEACE'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/STB2Q3XhO7I/AAAAAAAAACA/RiIqkp8wTaQ/s72-c/imagem_greenpeace01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-8935424995693378193</id><published>2008-11-23T20:24:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:26:25.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Nunca deixes de sorrir, mesmo que estejas triste, porque nunca sabes quem poderá apaixonar-se pelo teu sorriso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271952701034644882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SSm9DLHUxZI/AAAAAAAAABg/4p2_p3jBQs4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Este é o pensamento que escolhi para o dia da Filosofia, e é também um dos "mandamentos" pelos quais comando a minha existência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-8935424995693378193?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/8935424995693378193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=8935424995693378193' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8935424995693378193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8935424995693378193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/11/nunca-deixes-de-sorrir-mesmo-que.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SSm9DLHUxZI/AAAAAAAAABg/4p2_p3jBQs4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-7402436214014121243</id><published>2008-11-20T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:00:01.338Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Filosofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje comemora-se o Dia Mundial da Filosofia e como tal passo por cá para deixar um pensamento filosófico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A Filosofia é como que um despertar.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Karl Jaspers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270511425314215682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SSSeN4p91wI/AAAAAAAAALI/2bPQQzjyX6Q/s400/Despertar_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posto este pensamento, desafio-vos a escolherem um e a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;partilharem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; connosco! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7503529251593187263-7402436214014121243?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/7402436214014121243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=7402436214014121243' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7402436214014121243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7402436214014121243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-mundial-da-filosofia.html' title='Dia Mundial da Filosofia'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SSSeN4p91wI/AAAAAAAAALI/2bPQQzjyX6Q/s72-c/Despertar_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-8086083834078281735</id><published>2008-11-10T23:24:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:43:56.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Qual a diferença entre o termo agir e o termo fazer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para distinguirmos o agir do fazer temos de ter vários aspectos e situações em conta, na medida em que estes podem e são condicionantes para se atribuir os diferentes sentidos que estes adquirem. Quando começa a chover, se estivermos na rua, com certeza iremos ficar molhados e constipados; consequentemente iremos espirrar mesmo que não o queiramos, esta atitude designa-se por fazer e não por agir, isto porque, é uma reacção fisiológica e também não depende de uma decisão voluntária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estando a chover, se estivermos um guarda chuva ou um coberto para nos abrigarmos, abrimos o guarda chuva ou deslocamo-nos para o coberto, logo esta atitude pode ser designada por agir, porque dependeu de uma decisão consciente e voluntária da pessoa, teve uma intenção/propósito e teve um motivo/razão. Podemos então dizer que o termo agir está condicionado pelos factores que designam os comportamentos intencionais, conscientes e voluntários, enquanto que o termo fazer tem um sentido mais amplo do que o termo agir, englobando o que os animais fazem, os movimentos que faze&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SRjEMsR4jAI/AAAAAAAAABI/7r7s2FTOXeY/s1600-h/espirrar.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mos a dormir e as reacções fisiológicas e psicológicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267176224225384930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SRjE3oZWWeI/AAAAAAAAABY/6DdShCEiPcg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Ao aplicarmos estes conceitos, poderemos em qualquer situação, saber qual destes termos está presente e qual o seu sentido. No âmbito da acção existe uma rede conceptual que nos permite identificar e interligar os seus elementos constituintes. O agente é aquele que pratica a acção, fazendo-o com uma certa intenção e devido a um certo motivo. A dada altura o agente tem a percepção de si mesmo como autor da acção tendo a capacidade de escolha consoante a sua vontade. No momento desta escolha, o agente irá deliberar, ponderando entre as várias possibilidades e irá decidir, escolhendo uma dessas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As decisões do agente não são puramente racionais, pois estas têm condicionantes emocionais, físicas, psicológicas e também influências culturais e sociais. Assim o agente confere um fim à acção de uma forma consciente e voluntária, não podendo esta ser confundida com o fazer involuntário e por vezes, de carácter obrigatório.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(by Ana Brochado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-8086083834078281735?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/8086083834078281735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=8086083834078281735' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8086083834078281735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8086083834078281735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/11/qual-diferena-entre-o-termo-agir-e-o.html' title='Qual a diferença entre o termo agir e o termo fazer?'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SRjE3oZWWeI/AAAAAAAAABY/6DdShCEiPcg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-3251286701666266</id><published>2008-11-04T20:18:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:54:35.239Z</updated><title type='text'>Música do Mês de Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Caros filósofos, de hoje em diante, neste blogue, a música reproduzida quando acedem à página será, constantemente renovada, e substituida por uma que retrate os temas postados no repectivo mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Para o mês de Novembro, escolhemos a música "Welcome To My Truth" de Anastacia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Para que não restem dúvidas acerca do significado da música, será também postada mensalmente a respectiva letra e tradução( caso se trate de uma música estrangeira).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;"Welcome To My Truth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Sentimental days &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;In a misty clouded haze &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Of a memory that now feels untrue &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;I used to feel disguised &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Now I leave the mask behind &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Painting pictures that aren't so blue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;The pages I've turned &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;are the lessons I've learned &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Somebody bring up the lights &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;I want you to see &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;(Don't You Feel Sorry For Me)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;My life turned around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;But I'm still living my dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;(Yes it's true I've been) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;I've been through it all &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;I've hit about a million walls &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Welcome to my truth..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;I still love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Welcome to my truth..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;I still love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Tangled in a web&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;With a pain hard to forget &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;That was a time that I've now put to rest &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Oh, the pages I've turned &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;are the lessons I've learned &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Sentimental days In a mist of clouded haze&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Of a memory that now feels untrue &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;"Bem-vindo à Minha Realidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Dias sentimentais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Numa mistica neblina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;De uma memória que agora não parece real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Eu costumava sentir-me disfarçada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Agora deixei a máscara de lado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Pintando quadros que não são tão tristes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;As páginas que virei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;São lições que aprendi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;[Refrão:]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Alguém acenda as luzes que eu quero que vejas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;(Não tens pena de mim?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Minha vida deu uma volta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Mas ainda vivo os meus sonhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;(Sim, é verdade que passei)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Passei por tudo isso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Batendo em milhões de paredes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Bem-vindo à minha realidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Eu continuo a amar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Bem-vindo à minha realidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Eu continuo a amar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Presa numa teia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Com uma dor difícil de esquecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Isso foi um tempo que eu agora coloco de lado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Oh... as páginas que virei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;São lições que aprendi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;[Refrão]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Dias sentimentais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Numa neblina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;De uma memória que agora não parece real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;[Refrão]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Música à responsabilidade de:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Ana Bárbara&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Sofia Monteiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-3251286701666266?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/3251286701666266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=3251286701666266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3251286701666266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/3251286701666266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/11/msica-do-ms-de-novembro.html' title='Música do Mês de Novembro'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6311759491958943014</id><published>2008-11-03T19:13:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:54:30.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Folheto Informativo_ Auto-Exame da Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264513721359747602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SQ9PVkTRShI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HZDbQvn_3Ak/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264514127358321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SQ9PtMw34-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5FZB8jTYeBQ/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este é o folheto informativo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;realizado pelos pequenos filósofos do Grupo 2, desta aula de Filosofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É um folheto explicativo do auto-exame da mama, e que foi distribuido pelas professoras da nossa escola no dia 31 de Outubro, Dia Nacional da Prevenção do Cancro da Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pequenos filósofos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ana Bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sara Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carla Filipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;João Miguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/7503529251593187263-6311759491958943014?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6311759491958943014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6311759491958943014' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6311759491958943014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6311759491958943014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/11/este-o-folheto-informativo-realizado.html' title='Folheto Informativo_ Auto-Exame da Mama'/><author><name>Ana Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14459712617829257381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SzOh0dHVn-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Tr3cOoRLfA/S220/DSC07069+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRrnL_34aoo/SQ9PVkTRShI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HZDbQvn_3Ak/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-4484356976319588885</id><published>2008-10-30T18:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:59:36.890Z</updated><title type='text'>AntZ -  A Formiga Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Esta história leva-nos até ao subsolo, a uma colónia de formigas. Onde ao contrário de todos os seus colegas operários, Z, questiona-se incessantemente relativamente à sua existência e ao seu papel na colónia. Um dia, no bar onde as formigas operárias se divertem e dançam. Z encontra a princesa Bala, que disfarçada tenta também desfrutar um pouco dessa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SQn_VUSK_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNjqPGzPwDw/s1600-h/formiguinhaZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SQn_VUSK_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNjqPGzPwDw/s400/formiguinhaZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263018381246397714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;diversão. Eles acabam por se divertir nessa noite e para rever Bala, no dia seguinte, Z vê-se obr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gado a trocar de lugar com o seu amigo soldado numa conferência com a Rainha. Apesar de ter conseguido ver a princesa, o futuro herói desta história encontra-se agora a caminho de uma guerra contra as térmitas, por ter trocado de lugar com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weaver&lt;/span&gt;. Entretanto, na colónia, todos os operários continuam a trabalhar num túnel, no qual ninguém tem certezas sobre a sua utilidade. As intenções do General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mandible&lt;/span&gt; escondidas por de traz desta súbita guerra e da construção deste túnel são as piores: matar todas as formigas e recomeçar uma nova colónia. Z é o único sobrevivente da dura batalha e quando regressa é presente à rainha e à princesa. Acabando, no meio de um mal entendido, por raptá-la e levá-la para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Insectopia&lt;/span&gt;. O paraíso onde as formigas não tinham de trabalhar, nem de viver sobre as ordens de alguém. A mando dos soldados de General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mandible&lt;/span&gt;, a Princesa Bala é trazida de novo para a colónia e é quando Z volta para salvá-la, que descobre as intenções do General de exterminar a colónia. Após ter libertado a princesa, estes avisam a Rainha. No final com a união de todas as formigas e com a ajuda do Soldado Barbados, que inicialmente estava do lado de General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mandible&lt;/span&gt;, todas as operárias e a rainha salvam-se de morrerem afogadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Na última aula de Filosofia, estivemos a ver este filme e se nunca o viste, recomendo-te a fazê-lo e depois a reflectir um pouco sobre a vida. Sobre a TUA vida! Não a empobreças recusando-te a usar a tua capacidade de pensar e deixar as decisões, que deviam ser tuas, em mãos de terceiros. Pois, “Uma vida não examinada, não merece ser vivida”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-4484356976319588885?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/4484356976319588885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=4484356976319588885' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4484356976319588885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4484356976319588885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/antz-formiga-z.html' title='AntZ -  A Formiga Z'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416973452240021842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SUAitPu-4_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1Q5s9Mk23cI/S220/preto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E620yIGlag8/SQn_VUSK_RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNjqPGzPwDw/s72-c/formiguinhaZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-4137238675653528858</id><published>2008-10-30T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:06:07.748Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando o pensamento remete para o fim...</title><content type='html'>Quando a doença bate à porta e entra mesmo sem ser convidada, há sempre momentos em que o pensamento apenas remete para o fim absoluto de todas as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263008639800692162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQn2eSkhzcI/AAAAAAAAALA/EjXMqubeGfY/s400/untitledjkheiuhye.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A partir de hoje pende-me ao pescoço&lt;br /&gt;De um fio de cabelo o relógio das horas:&lt;br /&gt;A partir de hoje cessa o curso dos astros,&lt;br /&gt;E o sol, e o cantar do galo e as sombras;&lt;br /&gt;E o que o tempo jamais me anunciou&lt;br /&gt;É agora surdo e mudo e cego : -&lt;br /&gt;Toda a Natureza agora se me cala&lt;br /&gt;Ao tique-taque da lei e do relógio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De F.Nietzsche&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/7503529251593187263-4137238675653528858?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/4137238675653528858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=4137238675653528858' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4137238675653528858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/4137238675653528858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-o-pensamento-remete-para-o-fim.html' title='Quando o pensamento remete para o fim...'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQn2eSkhzcI/AAAAAAAAALA/EjXMqubeGfY/s72-c/untitledjkheiuhye.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-8005247742725868794</id><published>2008-10-30T13:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:53:32.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Anastacia - Cancer Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tal como muitas mulheres no Mundo, e muitas artistas, Anastacia foi uma das vítimas desta implacável doença- o cancro da mama.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, apesar de todo o sofrimento, Anastacia decidiu compartilhar os seus momentos de maior dor com todo o Mundo, fazendo-se acompanhar por uma camera de filmar durante todo o percurso da sua doença.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo ela, nunca se perguntou "Porquê eu?", visto que sempre soube que tinha sido a escolhida por estar numa posição em que podia ajudar outras mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;Anastacia teve a sorte de lhe ter sido diagnosticado o cancro bastante cedo, e neste momento está curada.&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui a experiência desta lutadora, uma das muitas por esse mundo fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Ana Bárbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzxJQ6vBapk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzxJQ6vBapk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7RMtLMOKBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7RMtLMOKBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-8005247742725868794?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/8005247742725868794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=8005247742725868794' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8005247742725868794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8005247742725868794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/anastacia-cancer-experience.html' title='Anastacia - 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Informação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o tipo de cancro mais comum entre as mulheres e corresponde à segunda causa de morte por cancro, na mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Há 4500 novos casos de cancro da mama por ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;É umas das doenças com maior impacto na nossa sociedade, não só por ser muito frequente, e associado a uma imagem de grande gravidade, mas também porque agride um órgão cheio de simbolismo, na maternidade e na feminilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cerca de 1% de todos os cancros da mama são no homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quem Está Em Risco?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não é conhecida uma causa específica para este cancro que não é contagioso. Um embate violento não provoca o cancro da mama mas é conveniente ter cuidado com as mamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui estão alguns dos factores que podem provocar cancro da mama:&lt;br /&gt;- Idade: a possibilidade de ter cancro da mama aumenta com o aumento da idade.&lt;br /&gt;- Alguém que já tenha tido cancro da mama tem o risco de poder te-lo novamente;&lt;br /&gt;- O facto de haver alguém na família que já tenha tido este cancro;&lt;br /&gt;- Algumas alterações da mama;&lt;br /&gt;- Alterações em certos genes&lt;br /&gt;- Primeira gravidez depois dos 31 anos:&lt;br /&gt;- História menstrual longa;&lt;br /&gt;- Terapêutica hormonal de substituição;&lt;br /&gt;- O cancro da mama ocorre com mais frequência em mulheres de raça caucasiana&lt;br /&gt;- Radioterapia no peito&lt;br /&gt;- Densidade da mama&lt;br /&gt;- Obesidade após menopausa&lt;br /&gt;- Inactividade física&lt;br /&gt;- Consumo de bebidas alcoólicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sinais e Sintomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O cancro da mama pode causar alterações físicas visíveis, que devem ser observadas com atenção, tais como:&lt;br /&gt;- Qualquer alteração na mama ou no mamilo;&lt;br /&gt;- A existência de nódulo ou espessamento na mama, perto desta ou na zona da axila;&lt;br /&gt;- Sensibilidade no mamilo;&lt;br /&gt;- Alteração do tamanho ou forma da mama&lt;br /&gt;- O mamilo ficar virado para dentro da mama;&lt;br /&gt;- Saliências ou reentrâncias na mama, de modo a parecer “casca de laranja”;&lt;br /&gt;- Secreção ou perda de líquido pelo mamilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Formas de Diagnóstico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Se observar alguma alteração na mama, o médico irá determinar qual a sua causa e descobrir o seu problema através dos seguintes exames mamários e não só:&lt;br /&gt;- Mamografia de diagnóstico;&lt;br /&gt;- Ecografia&lt;br /&gt;- Ressonância Magnética&lt;br /&gt;- Biopsia&lt;br /&gt;- Exames Adicionais (testes laborais especiais no tecido removido da mama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tratamentos Disponíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para tratar o cancro da mama poderá utilizar mais de um tratamento, dependendo do estado da doença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entre muitos tratamentos os mais utilizados e eficazes são:&lt;br /&gt;- A Cirurgia;&lt;br /&gt;- A Radioterapia&lt;br /&gt;- A Quimioterapia;&lt;br /&gt;- A Terapêutica Hormonal;&lt;br /&gt;- A Imunoterapia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes tratamentos têm os seus efeitos secundários sobre os quais passo a citar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cirurgia:&lt;/strong&gt; causa dor a curto prazo; sensibilidade aumentada na zona da operação; desconforto; sentir a pele repuxada; sentir os músculos do braço e ombro tensos e fracos; dormência e comichão no peito, axila, ombro e braço, mas passadas algumas semanas ou meses desaparecem, podendo em alguns casos nunca desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radioterapia:&lt;/strong&gt; cansaço; pela vermelha, seca, sensível e com alguma comichão na zona tratada; pele húmida; alteração na cor da pele. Estes efeitos são temporários e a zona irá curar-se gradualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quimioterapia:&lt;/strong&gt; infecções; hematomas; sangrar facilmente; sentir-se fraca e cansada; queda do cabelo e pêlos do corpo; causa falta de apetite, náuseas, vómitos, diarreia e feridas na boca e/ou lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rapêutica Hormonal:&lt;/strong&gt; períodos menstruais irregulares; dores de cabeça; fadiga; náuseas; vómitos; secura vaginal ou comichão; irritação da pele em volta da vagina; erupção cutânea; coágulos (raramente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imunoterapia:&lt;/strong&gt; febre; arrepios; dor; fraqueza; náuseas; vómitos; diarreia; dor de cabeça; dificuldade respiratória; erupções cutâneas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adicionalmente, continuam a ser estudadas e exploradas novas formas para atenuar os efeitos secundários do tratamento para reduzir a dor e melhorar a qualidade de vida das pessoas com cancro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reconstrução da mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Na reconstrução da mama, podem ser usados vários tipos de procedimentos tais como os implantes (salinos ou de silicone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O tipo de reconstrução mamária mais indicado para cada mulher depende da idade, do tipo de corpo e do tipo de cirurgia a que foi sujeita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hldu5W6vCV4/SQiCcbIEapI/AAAAAAAAABg/xgNAXAc_mU4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recuperação&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qualquer pessoa com cancro da mama, deverá voltar às suas actividades normais logo que possível. A recuperação é diferente de pessoa para pessoa, e depende de vários factores, como o estádio da doença, o tipo de tratamento efectuado, entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;Para uma recuperação melhorada, deve fazer exercícios com o braço e ombro após a cirurgia. Este exercício deverá começar lenta e suavemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apoio Ao cliente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É normal a mulher em causa sofrer algumas alterações no seu comportamento diário. Por isso necessita de um apoio familiar e dos amigos muito grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para além destes apoios estritamente necessários, existem organizações que oferecem programas especiais a mulheres com cancro da mama. Voluntárias treinadas que já tiveram cancro da mama, podem falar ou visitar mulheres com este cancro, dar informações e apoio emocional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Cancro da mama mata 4 mulheres por dia em Portugal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600804849679826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hldu5W6vCV4/SQiDjK-__dI/AAAAAAAAABo/CTTBgykUw9o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pequenos Filósofos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ana Amorim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hugo Teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pedro Rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Liliana Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-1370381351419823610?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/1370381351419823610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=1370381351419823610' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1370381351419823610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/1370381351419823610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-cancro-da-mama-informao.html' title='O Cancro Da Mama - Informação'/><author><name>Ana Amorim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05100035216044070532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hldu5W6vCV4/SQiDjK-__dI/AAAAAAAAABo/CTTBgykUw9o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-8141368699443015026</id><published>2008-10-27T20:23:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:10:41.836Z</updated><title type='text'>"Quando a vida te trouxer mil razões para chorar,... "</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" ..., mostra-lhe mil e uma razões para sorrir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261935060462799970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQYmDv4PDGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/i3vz5V5gDqo/s320/SeeN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Frase tão famosa e puramente sincera e verdadeira, para aqueles a quem a vida não representa perigo, e tudo o que aconteceu na sua, ficou preso no Passado olhando apenas para o Presente. Olham fixamente sem nunca perderem a noção do olhar penetrante e intenso, que lhes corre no pensamento. O Futuro é incógnita indecifrável e sem sentido, pensam no amanhã sem compromissos e sem desculpas, deixam-se levar, ao sabor do vento, sem Nunca olhar para trás… Lutar para respirar, Sofrer para sobreviver no Mundo cruel, em que raramente a felicidade bate à porta, a menos que disputemos por ela. Talvez com muito apoio e compreensão de si próprio e dos outros seja enfim possível, e quando esse momento chega uma alegria estupenda invade o nosso corpo de uma forma tão brutamente suave e claramente segura, que os músculos faciais contraem-se e o sorriso aparece do nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQYnL_KphQI/AAAAAAAAABA/wyVcUhOxPu8/s1600-h/foto_vicente_ao%2520sabor%2520do%2520horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261936301517145346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQYnL_KphQI/AAAAAAAAABA/wyVcUhOxPu8/s320/foto_vicente_ao%2520sabor%2520do%2520horizonte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensávamos que não tínhamos nada nem ninguém, mas quando batemos no fundo do poço e arranjamos maneira de subir, algo e alguém aparecem no cimo para nos agarrar pelo braço, com o intuito de nos salvar. Essas mil e uma razões para sorrir são apenas incontáveis momentos e emoções vividas, reduzidos a um número mínimo de mil e um! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos de saber agarrar as oportunidades que a vida nos oferece, nunca subestimar os outros porque todos somos iguais na nossa desigualdade característica e principalmente amar o que é nosso e tentar conhecer novos horizontes sem nunca perder de vista o horizonte já conhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(por Ana Brochado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-8141368699443015026?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/8141368699443015026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=8141368699443015026' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8141368699443015026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/8141368699443015026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-vida-te-trouxer-mil-razes-para.html' title='&quot;Quando a vida te trouxer mil razões para chorar,... &quot;'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQYmDv4PDGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/i3vz5V5gDqo/s72-c/SeeN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-2829519152594815400</id><published>2008-10-26T21:29:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:03:28.531Z</updated><title type='text'>"Quem não arrisca não petisca..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQToJUu7ODI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pBgNdN8nj_0/s1600-h/arriscar%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261585511557576754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQToJUu7ODI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pBgNdN8nj_0/s400/arriscar%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quinta-feira, 25 de Setembro 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem dúvida alguma, este provérbio, formado por poucas e algumas das mais simples palavras que a língua portuguesa tem para dar, incita ao avançar, ao descobrir, ao conhecer, ao explorar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar riscos, dar um passo em frente, pode ser uma das decisões mais difíceis a tomar, visto que, um pé em falso pode ser uma queda no precipício da vida, podendo significar um recuar em vez de avançar… Podendo significar um arriscar sem nada petiscar…&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, sem lutarmos pelas nossas ideias, sem nos aventurarmos a defender aquilo em que acreditamos, sem arriscarmos até ao último pingo de suor, nunca chegaremos a saber se o nosso pé pousaria em solo firme ou não… Se o melhor seria lutar, ou simplesmente cruzar os braços sem executar qualquer movimento que nos permitisse avançar por esse caminho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de todas as quedas, por vezes tão eminentes, vale sempre a pena tomar o risco tentando alcançar o petisco…&lt;br /&gt;Como já dizia o célebre poeta português Fernando Pessoa, “Tudo vale a pena, se a alma não é pequena…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sofia Monteiro&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/7503529251593187263-2829519152594815400?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/2829519152594815400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=2829519152594815400' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2829519152594815400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/2829519152594815400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/quem-no-arrisca-no-petisca.html' title='&quot;Quem não arrisca não petisca...&quot;'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQToJUu7ODI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pBgNdN8nj_0/s72-c/arriscar%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6174006383102376705</id><published>2008-10-26T21:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:38:33.018Z</updated><title type='text'>"Uma vida não examinada nao merece ser vivida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Sócrates disse, celebremente, que uma vida sem reflexão não merece ser vivida. Queria ele dizer que uma vida vivida sem ponderação nem princípio é tão vulnerável ao acaso e tão dependente das escolhas e acções de terceiros que pouco valor real tem para a pessoa que a vive. Queria ainda dizer que uma vida bem vivida é aquela que possui objectivos e integridade, que é escolhida e orientada pelo que a vive, tanto quanto possível a um agente humano enredado nas teias da sociedade e da História (...) Uma pessoa que não pense na vida é como um forasteiro sem mapa numa terra estrangeira: para alguém assim, perdido e desorientado, um desvio no caminho é tão bom como qualquer outro e, se o rumo tomado conduzir a um local que vale a pena, terá sido meramente por acaso. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(by A.C. Grayling, O Significado das Coisas.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQTilngbSyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfEAzit4qs4/s1600-h/dav_soc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261579400563608354" style="WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQTilngbSyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfEAzit4qs4/s320/dav_soc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(in pensar azul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503529251593187263-6174006383102376705?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/6174006383102376705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=6174006383102376705' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6174006383102376705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/6174006383102376705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/uma-vida-no-examinada-nao-merece-ser.html' title='&quot;Uma vida não examinada nao merece ser vivida&quot;'/><author><name>Brochado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02031011645082215257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQC4MceX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/49rf5wo8KBA/S220/P1010159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsXLoVk-nWk/SQTilngbSyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lfEAzit4qs4/s72-c/dav_soc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-7165847060778170118</id><published>2008-10-26T20:36:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:49:28.914Z</updated><title type='text'>De onde viemos? O que Somos? Para Onde Vamos?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQTWYuWtt1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZBvzk-3Tt2A/s1600-h/gauguin7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261565984924088146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQTWYuWtt1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZBvzk-3Tt2A/s400/gauguin7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Paul Gauguin &lt;em&gt;De onde viemos? O que Somos? Para Onde Vamos?&lt;/em&gt; (1897)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Este quadro de Gauguin, pintado no Tahiti, é uma representação alegórica das três idades da vida: a infância, a maturidade e a velhice, que o pintor associa a três questões fundamentais que dizem respeito a todos nós e que todos colocamos a nós mesmos: &lt;em&gt;De onde viemos? O que Somos? Para Onde Vamos?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in pensar azul)&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/7503529251593187263-7165847060778170118?l=philosophia10a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/feeds/7165847060778170118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503529251593187263&amp;postID=7165847060778170118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7165847060778170118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503529251593187263/posts/default/7165847060778170118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophia10a.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-onde-viemos-o-que-somos-para-onde.html' title='De onde viemos? O que Somos? Para Onde Vamos?...'/><author><name>Sofia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10681299243214540638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQOvfAi78VI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BUp1a3SRlWA/S220/AK000008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OtKrPevh--4/SQTWYuWtt1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZBvzk-3Tt2A/s72-c/gauguin7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503529251593187263.post-6673616411817422060</id><published>2008-10-21T18:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:33:20.979Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem Somos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hldu5W6vCV4/SP4e9WKsRDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDhgBI7kMf4/s1600-h/bookmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259675454086595634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hldu5W6vCV4/SP4e9WKsRDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDhgBI7kMf4/s320/bookmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somos o 10ºA do Curso de Ciências e Tecnologias da Escola Secundária da Lixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Criamos este blog em nome da disciplina de Filosofia pois queremos mostrar a todos o quanto filosóficos somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Através deste blog pretendemos falar de assuntos e/ou problemas da sociedade em comum e também mostrar a todas as pessoas que são bons filósofos mesmo não sabendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos somos filosóficos. Cada um à sua maneira, com diferentes formas de pensar e de reflectir sobre determinados assuntos. A filosofia de cada um depende não só da maneira de pensar mas também do nosso dia-a-dia, das pessoas que nos rodeiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste blog iremos falar não só de actos filosóficos e da Filosofia em geral mas também de outros assuntos que dizem respeito a toda a humanidade (exemplo: doenças, problemas ecológicos, etc.). 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