tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37515945989537180962012-02-15T22:29:47.091-08:00Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-10336294015723945302009-07-06T11:34:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:42:56.212-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SlJFpF-Vn6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cjYKSlvXpb4/s1600-h/153800934_7d49011fc4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SlJFpF-Vn6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cjYKSlvXpb4/s320/153800934_7d49011fc4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419479177535394" /></a><br />Copacabana, Sol e Bossa Nova<br />Do Forte Ver-se o Mar<br />Um infinito tão bonito<br />Um lindo mar a admirar<br /><br />No calçadão com os amigos<br />Vem cá, meu bem pode sentar<br />Ouça a melodia que faz o Rio encantar<br /><br />Tanta Beleza<br />Sentados nessa mesa<br />Pode meu bem apreciar.<br /><br />Copacabana, Sol e Bossa Nova<br />Do Forte Ver-se o Mar<br />Um infinito tão bonito<br />Um lindo mar admirar<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> Mariana e Natalia Macedo – 12/03/2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-1033629401572394530?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-36556289626916330512009-07-05T11:48:00.000-07:002009-07-05T11:51:51.667-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SlD2PMo5LOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ztK5tu9bh0Q/s1600-h/2008-07-30.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SlD2PMo5LOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ztK5tu9bh0Q/s320/2008-07-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355050697894735074" /></a><br />amoo muitooo vcs!♥<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-3655628962691633051?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-77790959728946362502009-07-02T07:57:00.000-07:002009-07-02T08:01:56.668-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkzL1osUcBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cfIQw6AqnIo/s1600-h/98.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkzL1osUcBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cfIQw6AqnIo/s200/98.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353878179353489426" /></a><br />Tudo tão derepente,<br />tudo novo<br />tudo tão diferente<br />sem qualquer explicação<br />Um vulcao preste a explodir<br />e passar por tudo que vivera ate ali<br />desistir ?<br />tentar?<br />tanto faz<br />só procuro PAZ!<br /><br />Mariana Macedo - 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-7779095972894636250?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-32699031220723035422009-07-01T15:01:00.000-07:002009-07-01T15:08:48.203-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkveaOnvf1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mDxfPcYm5Mo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkveaOnvf1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mDxfPcYm5Mo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353617124242718546" /></a><br />Os balões vão subindo<br />Crianças olhando admirando<br />Os sonhos indo embora <br />Varias cores ao céu<br />E dentro de você o preto<br />Com medo insegurança<br />Tristeza<br />Balas perdidas<br />Fome<br />O amor indo embora<br />Cadê a alegria?<br />A força?<br />Estão subindo<br />Cada vez mais longe<br />A criança sentada <br />Descalço <br />Sem ter o que comer<br />Fica olhando e admirando<br />O que não pode ter.<br /><br />Mariana Macedo / 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-3269903122072303542?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-89739203103975873682009-06-30T10:28:00.000-07:002009-06-30T10:31:28.851-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkpL5Ze6hqI/AAAAAAAAADo/-OsBBHOlZpI/s1600-h/OgAAABS1DAs2Exr7uU_E6WHJtxYT1F8INlOzgw2QjncVAaesMsR2qp1NNAp--cElPF9m6MsRUBp6Qj116mt1VePGAZoAm1T1UDdQh2ctqgzTtG-LvZUbuBImPaD4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkpL5Ze6hqI/AAAAAAAAADo/-OsBBHOlZpI/s320/OgAAABS1DAs2Exr7uU_E6WHJtxYT1F8INlOzgw2QjncVAaesMsR2qp1NNAp--cElPF9m6MsRUBp6Qj116mt1VePGAZoAm1T1UDdQh2ctqgzTtG-LvZUbuBImPaD4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353174556548433570" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-8973920310397587368?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-23652221012204096762009-06-30T09:15:00.001-07:002009-06-30T09:17:34.173-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/Sko6kWtUgVI/AAAAAAAAADg/w-h0LK9-Kx8/s1600-h/Foto-0025%2B.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/Sko6kWtUgVI/AAAAAAAAADg/w-h0LK9-Kx8/s320/Foto-0025%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353155503328624978" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/Sko6kKhn70I/AAAAAAAAADY/vyPQOkagu5g/s1600-h/Foto-0026--.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/Sko6kKhn70I/AAAAAAAAADY/vyPQOkagu5g/s320/Foto-0026--.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353155500058341186" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/Sko6kBmCuAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KupJ12zFAVE/s1600-h/Foto-0016%2B.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/Sko6kBmCuAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KupJ12zFAVE/s320/Foto-0016%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353155497660954626" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-2365222101220409676?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-28957572630091408812009-06-25T20:23:00.000-07:002009-06-25T20:27:59.073-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkRAF2FRimI/AAAAAAAAADI/jivGOKnd-SA/s1600-h/28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkRAF2FRimI/AAAAAAAAADI/jivGOKnd-SA/s320/28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472726384151138" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkRAFoJ_FAI/AAAAAAAAADA/dFyAZ7M25ew/s1600-h/27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkRAFoJ_FAI/AAAAAAAAADA/dFyAZ7M25ew/s320/27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472722645816322" /></a><br />Um brinde...<br /><br />Um brinde ao amor<br />Ao novo dia<br />A estrela maior<br />A lua cheia<br />A rosa vermelha<br />O céu azul<br />A fauna e a flora<br />As ondas do mar<br />A melodia<br />A bossa nova<br />A Jobim e morais<br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-2895757263009140881?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3751594598953718096.post-1981387232078219972009-06-22T18:22:00.000-07:002009-06-22T18:31:54.591-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkAwfhOkOpI/AAAAAAAAACw/CcQu6i2L7R4/s1600-h/S6300395-1.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkAwfhOkOpI/AAAAAAAAACw/CcQu6i2L7R4/s320/S6300395-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350329675369691794" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkAwfUsOH9I/AAAAAAAAACo/Qt6RNZkZopU/s1600-h/ATgAAACVIHzkbqKCrPzLlTHzheL455eir-W36jxMsRdJPliAWNIoeub9c2Nn_5x3RqFTvh5teiTS8ZswrOS_zSKAghH8AJtU9VCXR6sVoQ-EvXmISKxp8JXUMILdKQ-1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPJTekq3vNE/SkAwfUsOH9I/AAAAAAAAACo/Qt6RNZkZopU/s320/ATgAAACVIHzkbqKCrPzLlTHzheL455eir-W36jxMsRdJPliAWNIoeub9c2Nn_5x3RqFTvh5teiTS8ZswrOS_zSKAghH8AJtU9VCXR6sVoQ-EvXmISKxp8JXUMILdKQ-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350329672004411346" /></a><br />Boa Noiitee!<br />Hj me deu uma vontade de criar esse blogger para contar um pouquinho da minha vida!<br />escolhi começar pelo meu estagio, aonde fico muito FELIZ!<br /><br />Nosso projeto : Seu principal objetivo é o ato de humanizar a chegada ao hospital até a entrada na sala do médico, tornando-se um agradável momento para as crianças ali presentes.<br /><br />São realizados neste projeto: brincadeiras, leitura e atividades pedagógicas, enfim tudo para a distração e aprendizagem das crianças, transformando em um momento único para vida de cada um deles, dentro deste ambiente que na maioria das vezes causa “sensação de medo e agitação”.<br /><br /><br />O Projeto Utiliza a grande ferramenta: “brincar”. Assim, segundo o autor Winnicott: “é no brincar, e somente no brincar que o indivíduo criança, ou adulto, pode ser criativo e utiliza sua personalidade integral: e é somente sendo criativo que o individuo descobre o eu (self)”. (Winnicott, 1975, p.80).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3751594598953718096-198138723207821997?l=maaarimacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mari Macedohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13254956208226217577noreply@blogger.com3