tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324270502024-03-07T15:35:43.071-03:00Bem-Vindo!Era uma casa muito engraçada,
Não tinha teto, não tihha nada...
Mas era feita com muito esmero,
Na rua dos bobos, número zero.
[Trechinho do poema "A CASA" de Vinícius de Moraes]Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-59491670425587779952012-05-13T07:31:00.000-03:002012-05-14T00:07:47.383-03:00No Meu Quarto<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #444444;">Ilustração: </span><span style="color: #b45f06;">Cathy Delanssay</span></span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">No meu quarto,</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Desenho um girassol</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Com a cor do sol</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">A cor é bem amarela</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Do jeito que eu gosto </span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Lá também é muito divertido</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Pois é tudo colorido,</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">E é muito bonito</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Eu penso que sou uma estrela,</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">E me desenho sendo uma princesa.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><strong>Fernanda Maltz</strong></span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-28434461184802010612012-05-13T00:01:00.000-03:002012-05-13T23:39:26.747-03:0013 de Maio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">Vasculha minha bolsa atentamente </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">perfume, batom, caneta e dinheiro </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">quanta coisa, exclama de repente: </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">na tua mala cabe o mundo inteiro!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">Conto do trabalho e a menina hesita </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">mais que depressa, explica o dilema </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">- Tia, você trabalha? Indaga e me fita </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">"achava que poeta só escrevia poema"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">outro dia Fernanda me conta </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">que tem uma grande novidade </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">diz que agora escreve poesia </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">e se traduz: oito anos de idade </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">seu aniversário é neste domingo </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">e vou lhe dar um livro de poemas </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">depois quero vê-la abrir sorrindo </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">se iluminando às rimas serenas </span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0c343d;">Carol Timm </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #660000;">Feliz Aniversário, Fefê! </span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: #660000;"><strong>A dinda te ama muito!</strong> <strong> <span style="color: #274e13;">:</span></strong></span> </span><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>)</strong></span><br />
<br />Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-3394797750608368052012-05-08T23:49:00.000-03:002012-05-08T23:55:47.533-03:00Artes e Ofícios<br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Poema Animado</span> de <b>Roseana Murray</b></span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-43878057716934978842012-05-05T23:36:00.004-03:002012-05-05T23:57:53.414-03:00Dos primeiros livros<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">- Alguns dos meus primeiros livros</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">ainda me cantam aos ouvidos.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">- E a ti, minha criança, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">que livro tens nas mãos?</span></div>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-88854326797132975142012-04-28T12:17:00.001-03:002012-04-28T12:19:42.091-03:00A Flor Amarela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Olha a janela</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">da bela Arabela.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Que flor é aquela</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">que Arabela molha?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">É uma flor amarela.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><strong>Cecília Meireles</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Arte do blog da </span><span style="color: #274e13;"><strong><span style="color: #660000;">Cibele:</span> <span style="color: #666666;"><a href="http://infinitocibele.blogspot.com.br/" target="_blank">Que seja infinito</a></span></strong></span></div>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-7950839132389740382012-04-07T12:12:00.001-03:002012-04-07T12:16:48.763-03:00TRUM-LIN<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #444444;">Ilustração:</span> <span style="color: #b45f06;">Teresa Flavin</span></span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Quando parece que o céu</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">vira mar</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">e um raio atravessa a janela,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">ilumina a sala de jantar,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">é o Trum-lin </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">que bate seus tambores</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">em sua fábrica de água.</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">Só quem é criança pode vê-lo</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">em seu novelo de luz.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">Trum-lin faz música</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">com redemoinhos</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">e tempestades</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">voa pelos telhados</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">desarruma a cidade.</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">Só quem é criança pode vê-lo</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">em seu novelo de luz.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #073763;">Roseana Murray</span></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #274e13;">O amor é quando a gente mora um no outro. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>UM FELIZ NATAL!</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: blue;">Quero ver você não chorar,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Não olhar para trás,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nem se arrepender do que faz.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Quero ver o amor vencer</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Mas se a dor nascer,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Você resistir e sorrir.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Se você pode ser assim,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Tão enorme assim eu vou crer</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Que o Natal existe</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E ninguém é triste</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Que no mundo há sempre amor.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Bom Natal, um Feliz Natal,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">muito amor e paz pra você,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">pra você.</span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-1661829734391595582011-11-02T15:30:00.001-02:002011-11-02T15:31:17.336-02:00Descansando com Snoopy<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="280" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iTssF_NYusQ" width="395"></iframe>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-28056818013158616232011-10-12T10:28:00.000-03:002012-05-08T23:52:08.583-03:00Leilão de jardim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;">Quem me compra </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">um jardim com flores?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">borboletas de muitas cores,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000;">lavadeiras e passarinhos,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">ovos verdes e <span style="color: #134f5c;">azuis</span> nos ninhos?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">Quem me compra este caracol?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Quem me compra um raio de sol?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Um lagarto entre o muro e a hera,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">uma estátua da Primavera?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Quem me compra este formigueiro?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">E este sapo, que é jardineiro?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">E a cigarra e a sua canção?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">E o grilinho dentro do chão?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">(Este é meu leilão!)</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Cecília Meireles</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">FELIZ DIA, PEQUENOS!</span></strong>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-40635146290601098472011-09-23T00:14:00.012-03:002011-09-25T00:22:38.710-03:00A PRIMAVERA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqC_VQis9sJzU85LN8m6umqEGxhuGchGv2npxH-rW10CAipqAOM6TlMIKnXxLSaHxEj-GmzE55-_gsvlap1vcxF8DvgRfytG2bQTC9JNOLEoTqXmgM7rerBsPgbzAhofK0WT8/s1600/Fadinha-da-Flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqC_VQis9sJzU85LN8m6umqEGxhuGchGv2npxH-rW10CAipqAOM6TlMIKnXxLSaHxEj-GmzE55-_gsvlap1vcxF8DvgRfytG2bQTC9JNOLEoTqXmgM7rerBsPgbzAhofK0WT8/s320/Fadinha-da-Flor.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Coro das quatro estações:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Cantemos! Fora a tristeza!</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Saudemos a luz do dia:</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Saudemos a Natureza!</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Já nos voltou a alegria!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">A Primavera:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Eu sou a Primavera!</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Está limpa a atmosfera,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E o sol brilha sem véu!</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Todos os passarinhos</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Já saem dos seus ninhos,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Voando pelo céu.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Há risos na cascata,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Nos lagos e na mata,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Na serra e no vergel:</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Andam os beija-flores</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Pousando sobre as flores,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Sugando-lhes o mel.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Dou vida aos verdes ramos,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Dou voz aos gaturamos</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E paz aos corações;</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Cubro as paredes de hera;</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Eu sou a Primavera,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">A flor das estações!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Coro das quatro estações:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Cantemos! Fora a tristeza!</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Saudemos a luz do dia:</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Saudemos a Natureza!</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Já nos voltou a alegria!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><strong>Olavo Bilac</strong></span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-9188076715337177242011-09-07T11:49:00.002-03:002011-09-07T16:08:47.536-03:00A oração do pequenino<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqo3hQu7wCrR9DjPwqRBftSf4ssa8mPxy4398dsn0mWT1W5RDXrDRav4hFrTZTKuwkeRuv2mAtJjxW-A19ofTi45VNwfbe70MlxgNlZoh-duwB05mU-NgZDd_iYlEJ8j4Jg5eB/s1600/Poesia_Pintura_J.+Woitzik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqo3hQu7wCrR9DjPwqRBftSf4ssa8mPxy4398dsn0mWT1W5RDXrDRav4hFrTZTKuwkeRuv2mAtJjxW-A19ofTi45VNwfbe70MlxgNlZoh-duwB05mU-NgZDd_iYlEJ8j4Jg5eB/s400/Poesia_Pintura_J.+Woitzik.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #444444;">Pintura:</span> <span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000;">©</span></span></span></span></span>J. Woitzik</span></span></strong></div><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Antes de dormir o menino reza:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">- Em nome do pai, do filho e do "espílito santo",</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Papai do céu obrigado pela saúde, </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">pelo papai, mamãe, vovó, vovô, </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">pela mana Gisele, meu cunhado, sobrinhos, tia Rô, </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">pelas as dindas e os amiguinhos...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">obrigada a todos que eu amo</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">eu amo </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">todos que eu amo</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">eu amo até Você, Papai do Céu</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Amém.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13;">©</span></span></span></span></span>Felipe Araújo</strong></span> <br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">(Digitado por Carol Timm)</span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-43513579380698305162011-08-28T09:56:00.004-03:002011-08-29T13:29:29.196-03:00O que é mais importante?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbWkJxUZIzEDpwXWmGvhyOJKTU0lGxAkqTkIwEZ17DZHWSnfjRiIsVyV2XUDEzNYKgzdoYwkktPHb6qC3xJVQKoAz18LLAaJmvW0MNmatJqn-hr0ai7-9qke3uyddNOEQ1jJh/s1600/amizade-recados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbWkJxUZIzEDpwXWmGvhyOJKTU0lGxAkqTkIwEZ17DZHWSnfjRiIsVyV2XUDEzNYKgzdoYwkktPHb6qC3xJVQKoAz18LLAaJmvW0MNmatJqn-hr0ai7-9qke3uyddNOEQ1jJh/s1600/amizade-recados.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">O pai prepara um caprichado sanduiche</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">de presunto e queijo minas para o filho</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">de seis anos levar de lanche pro colégio.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Na volta, quis saber se tinha gostado </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">do lanche e o menino lhe respondeu:</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">- Pai, eu dei meu sanduiche para a </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Carolina </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">porque ela adooora queijo minas...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">O pai meio contrariado explicou ao filho</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">que o sanduiche era para o lanche da escola</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">e que o menino devia comer sempre sua merenda...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">No que o pequeno logo retrucou:</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">- Pai, o que é mais importante </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">um sanduiche ou uma amizade?</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #38761d;">Felipe Araújo (e Carol Timm)</span></strong>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-7013672261251862572011-06-24T12:34:00.005-03:002011-06-28T00:47:44.240-03:00Na última casa...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64k2sXM4mib-slzRzDhmw96mFZtUhO8BuUI9nJPk0zPLSNkCI8k42tcb4rJLwETNIbjwZF_wu0tTGmoZT3y6WWQnIAcpbkf_0zRbIu3GtaOa1z_orDEM1Ah0d3krG22yXj6jh/s1600/Menino-anjo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64k2sXM4mib-slzRzDhmw96mFZtUhO8BuUI9nJPk0zPLSNkCI8k42tcb4rJLwETNIbjwZF_wu0tTGmoZT3y6WWQnIAcpbkf_0zRbIu3GtaOa1z_orDEM1Ah0d3krG22yXj6jh/s200/Menino-anjo.gif" width="200" /></a><span style="color: #073763;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">Um menino, com a sabedoria de seus seis anos </span></div><span style="color: #073763;">bem vividos, comentou com os pais ao passar </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">na frente do Cemitério São João Batista, RJ:</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">"Sabe, aqui é um lugar muito triste,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">é a casa onde vivem os mortos"</span></em><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #073763;">A gente não cansa de se espantar com as crianças,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">afinal quem pode afirmar que os mortos morrem?</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">"porque mesmo quando a pessoa morre</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">se ela teve amor, continua no coração das pessoas"</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Felipe Araújo</strong></span> e <span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Carol Timm</strong></span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-87713755364478473682011-06-11T22:59:00.002-03:002012-05-08T23:58:21.697-03:00Kung Fu PANDA 2<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><strong>Não perca essa Aventura!!</strong></span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-56259079338384436542011-05-01T23:16:00.002-03:002011-09-07T16:10:09.071-03:00Mais importante no mundo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBZwPNlDHuzPmMPl6pO5dXxdrxMS0Tg-b1YY1ZfStfwulMcxDZ8JMDtNMo8BzGQQdCmeTvJTRaTTMW7OImko27xDWh6EMkhL3KgsUDqFZU3WQxx3_8NqLeMaK-y4WWb9ysqn-/s1600/raposa+e+pequeno+principe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBZwPNlDHuzPmMPl6pO5dXxdrxMS0Tg-b1YY1ZfStfwulMcxDZ8JMDtNMo8BzGQQdCmeTvJTRaTTMW7OImko27xDWh6EMkhL3KgsUDqFZU3WQxx3_8NqLeMaK-y4WWb9ysqn-/s1600/raposa+e+pequeno+principe.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #444444;">Imagem:</span> <span style="color: #4c1130;"><em>Pequeno Príncipe</em></span></span></strong></div><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Felipe, seis anos, domingo</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">a caminho da casa do avô:</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">- Mãe, sabe o que é mais importante no mundo?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">É o AMOR, porque mesmo quando a pessoa morre</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">se ela teve amor, continua no coração das pessoas.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">- E sabe qual é a segunda coisa mais importante?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">É o FOGO. Porque o fogo queima tudo</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">até o lugar mais distante.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">©</span>Felipe </span></strong>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-83669293304943193912011-04-23T00:43:00.008-03:002011-04-24T01:30:34.800-03:00Dia Mundial do Livro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8y0cyC7o8dApl2_P6ZmizMh_n7dEPmfm1y-uISpv-P-sczXlcXtYF8o7X9m-OsgblSnS6h29gG9QUPdPsMBPx9o3nk9Vp8gi9B7t1LXLFnTZhnCkC9i_XnUSIMfsNk01zLJy8/s1600/leitura.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8y0cyC7o8dApl2_P6ZmizMh_n7dEPmfm1y-uISpv-P-sczXlcXtYF8o7X9m-OsgblSnS6h29gG9QUPdPsMBPx9o3nk9Vp8gi9B7t1LXLFnTZhnCkC9i_XnUSIMfsNk01zLJy8/s320/leitura.png" width="320" /></a></div>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-205840031526252812011-04-04T21:54:00.006-03:002011-04-05T00:44:06.519-03:00Sei o seu pensamento<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsNNFjdH4WICiJAklo4EWZU8KY7scpTfzlBbZ9zfq3LDfQBmfeo_1qFten07v_VI3vdwjsua8SB0Y9DiL72pbcObW4gClYGeNvFbFkgvhnmo3endgDta6X2Gc4YFu8UdHLIqnU/s1600/Irisz+Agocs_%2528web%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsNNFjdH4WICiJAklo4EWZU8KY7scpTfzlBbZ9zfq3LDfQBmfeo_1qFten07v_VI3vdwjsua8SB0Y9DiL72pbcObW4gClYGeNvFbFkgvhnmo3endgDta6X2Gc4YFu8UdHLIqnU/s320/Irisz+Agocs_%2528web%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Ilustração:</span> <strong><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia;">©</span></strong><a class="profile-name-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050311113056410557" rel="author"><span style="color: #c29e5b;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Irisz Agocs</span> </span></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">O menino de seis anos diz para a mãe:</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Eu sei no que você está pensando.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">E a mãe, sorrindo, pergunta: - em quê?</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Que você me ama muito.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Depois olha para o pai e afirma:</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Também sei no que está pensando:</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">E o pai quer saber do menino.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Que você está muito cansado.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Então fala pra avó, se apoiando no queixo:</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Posso adivinhar o que está pensando?</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Sim, meu netinho querido, quero saber.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Está pensando no avô que ficou sozinho.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Finalmente o menino olha para mim e pergunta:</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Dinda, posso dizer o que está pensando agora?</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">(aguardo ansiosa para saber o meu pensamento)</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">- Está pensando que sou o amor da sua vida!</span><br />
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<div><span style="color: #274e13;"></span></div><span style="color: #274e13;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">©</span>Carol Timm</strong></span></div>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-11930927593136470552011-03-09T21:02:00.002-03:002011-03-09T21:07:01.004-03:00O gato e o pássaro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYAE65fJkVn2esVXENbpLLEJ3fXJH5vLkHtawlR01-McnzXgPgGaiXYyNc1Onfwpy8vSxrK-7GAIrKI1ONmF2f1y4WQV8_9MjsmJf-F35y4LQE0HPvfNh4FBOw1ejpZ4W6LZ7/s1600/warnem0035c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYAE65fJkVn2esVXENbpLLEJ3fXJH5vLkHtawlR01-McnzXgPgGaiXYyNc1Onfwpy8vSxrK-7GAIrKI1ONmF2f1y4WQV8_9MjsmJf-F35y4LQE0HPvfNh4FBOw1ejpZ4W6LZ7/s320/warnem0035c.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #444444;">Ilustração:</span> <span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #783f04;">©</span></span></span></span>Warnem</span></span></strong></div><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><strong>O gato e o pássaro</strong> (Le chat et l'oiseau)</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Uma cidade escuta desolada</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">O canto de um pássaro ferido</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">É o único pássaro da cidade</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E foi o único gato da cidade</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Que o devorou pela metade</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E o pássaro deixa de cantar</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E o gato deixa de ronronar</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E de lamber o focinho</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E a cidade prepara para o pássaro</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Funerais maravilhosos</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E o gato que foi convidado</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Segue o caixãozinho de palha</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Em que deitado está o pássaro morto</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Levado por uma menina</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Que não pára de chorar</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Se soubesse que você ia sofrer tanto</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Lhe diz o gato</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Teria comido ele todinho</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">E depois teria te dito</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Que tinha visto ele voar</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Voar até o fim do mundo</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Lá onde o longe é tão longe</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Que de lá não se volta mais</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Você teria sofrido menos</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Só tristeza e saudades</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">É preciso nunca fazer as coisas pela metade.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;">©</span></span></span></span>Jacques Prévert</strong></span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-83084703421223425192011-01-07T07:00:00.001-02:002011-01-07T07:00:01.871-02:00Enrolados<object height="304" width="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nD649xZl1KM?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nD649xZl1KM?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="304"></embed></object>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-55381631770684463002011-01-03T00:16:00.000-02:002011-01-03T00:16:41.553-02:00MAFALDA e o Ano Novo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: #660000;">Um Ano-Novo<br />
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deve ser um ovo:<br />
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inteiro,<br />
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a casca sem uma lasca,<br />
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e todo cheio<br />
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de recheio!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #660000;">©</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><strong>Renata Pallottini</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;">FELIZ ANO NOVO, MEUS AMIGUINHOS!!</span></strong> </span></div></div>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-14405104074602119752010-12-24T00:27:00.001-02:002010-12-24T16:45:29.826-02:00FELIZ NATAL !!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlPgx9vdDvU9d8m34NPLKc30nMaYHJzGUVY3Cmbs_XlRaABJ6mNo_zJZ61gIZuieizv4ZJCo8dgI9yaPU6CAla81nTYxNlxtakmHHrMTH4fBMLn7zc5KykpL0lJe4JK1x96gU/s1600/feliz-natal-34.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlPgx9vdDvU9d8m34NPLKc30nMaYHJzGUVY3Cmbs_XlRaABJ6mNo_zJZ61gIZuieizv4ZJCo8dgI9yaPU6CAla81nTYxNlxtakmHHrMTH4fBMLn7zc5KykpL0lJe4JK1x96gU/s320/feliz-natal-34.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">NATAL ! Natal ! Tudo reluz!</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Ouvem-se cantos, ladainhas...</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Lá no presépio nasceu Jesus,</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">O grande amigo das criancinhas!</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Natal! Natal! No céu distante,</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Os anjos cantam gloriosos hinos</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Para Jesus, o loiro infante,</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Que tanto amou os pequeninos!</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">E cantam alegres todos os sinos !</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Parecem dizer no seu cantar:</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">- Venham meninas! Venham meninos!</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">De-lem-gon-dem! Venham rezar!</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Oh! Como é lindo, sem igual!</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Quanta alegria, enfim, traduz</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">O nosso sino de Natal,</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Dizendo a todos: - Nasceu Jesus!</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><strong>Mary Buarque</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">(Da Coleção <strong>Mundo da Criança</strong> - Volume I)</span>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-2089536434742145452010-11-24T22:56:00.001-02:002010-11-24T22:58:44.664-02:00RIO - Breve nos Cinemas!<object height="210" width="430"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ec6edKh2plg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ec6edKh2plg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="210"></embed></object>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32427050.post-10608920013126697502010-11-13T00:35:00.001-02:002010-12-23T00:49:24.668-02:00Bilhetinho de Amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsv4IFkPYEeTiqM2oFlSNcfRkPM0w7EXs0FwoJ_JRAmbG24TYy6FAkRSIMI5bJ3gb0V9xhJ-mqxrtNMLd2OOupkbkx6_Xp4VUu5-FwFDAHVo1qdtSbIaviZDsBIhlSA9TrBC3z/s1600/snoopy-namorada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsv4IFkPYEeTiqM2oFlSNcfRkPM0w7EXs0FwoJ_JRAmbG24TYy6FAkRSIMI5bJ3gb0V9xhJ-mqxrtNMLd2OOupkbkx6_Xp4VUu5-FwFDAHVo1qdtSbIaviZDsBIhlSA9TrBC3z/s400/snoopy-namorada.jpg" width="370" /></a></div>Carol Timmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063759161900052058noreply@blogger.com0