<?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-7901665516661476018</id><updated>2012-02-05T17:01:09.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mestres do Imaginário</title><subtitle type='html'>Leio de tudo. Dos clássicos a bulas de remédio e, excluindo revistas em quadrinhos, devoro qualquer tipo de literatura, ainda aquela vista como dejeto cultural. Certamente já li e escrevi muita coisa, traduzi outras tantas, e meus arquivos estão cheios de traças que vieram das alturas do Himalaia. Este blog, então, vai ser o canal oficial dos saberes oficiosos que os Mestres do Imaginário nos deixaram.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>411</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8887796037733193469</id><published>2012-02-05T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:01:09.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kh0JrZe1nIY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kh0JrZe1nIY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&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/7901665516661476018-8887796037733193469?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8887796037733193469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8887796037733193469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/02/haoma.html' title='Haoma'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6156203281701742557</id><published>2012-02-05T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:22:54.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma de Árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPpigUlAuQo/Ty8dQ-rkNNI/AAAAAAAAJsg/I3SgDMo0VHs/s1600/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3ojaneiro%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705811430442546386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPpigUlAuQo/Ty8dQ-rkNNI/AAAAAAAAJsg/I3SgDMo0VHs/s400/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3ojaneiro%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6156203281701742557?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6156203281701742557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6156203281701742557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/02/alma-de-arvore.html' title='Alma de Árvore'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPpigUlAuQo/Ty8dQ-rkNNI/AAAAAAAAJsg/I3SgDMo0VHs/s72-c/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3ojaneiro%2B014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6082705700057724501</id><published>2012-01-31T16:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:28:05.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despacho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wStr-RWd3XU/TyiFxpcNBmI/AAAAAAAAJp4/m_QVQaN0qMY/s1600/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3ojaneiro%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703956016048965218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wStr-RWd3XU/TyiFxpcNBmI/AAAAAAAAJp4/m_QVQaN0qMY/s400/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3ojaneiro%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neste domingo, eu estava fotografando no Parque da Redenção, para renovar imagens do meu outro &lt;a href="http://imagensimaginadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, quando dei com este lindo despacho. Com a câmera pronta, não me custou documentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6082705700057724501?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6082705700057724501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6082705700057724501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/despacho.html' title='Despacho'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wStr-RWd3XU/TyiFxpcNBmI/AAAAAAAAJp4/m_QVQaN0qMY/s72-c/reden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3ojaneiro%2B018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6671769225104480845</id><published>2012-01-27T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:11:49.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria</title><content type='html'>Sem bondade, não há sabedoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6671769225104480845?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6671769225104480845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6671769225104480845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/sabedoria.html' title='Sabedoria'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3008060308102805510</id><published>2012-01-25T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:44:33.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simbolismo do Peixe</title><content type='html'>“Enquanto a caça cria um elo com a morte, a pesca, ao contrário, parece curiosamente ligada à vida. Não que as pessoas não queiram comer peixe, mas a pesca simplesmente não mobiliza as energias. A Lei Sálica considera o roubo de peixes tão grave quanto o de animais caçados ou caçadores, mas evita qualquer especificação. Os guardas-florestais imperiais devem ter o mesmo cuidado tanto com os rios e viveiros como com os mercados e as coelheiras, porém desconhecemos os conflitos que podem resultar de um roubo ou de um desvio de curso de água. Quem fala em peixe acaba falando em monges. A regra de são Bento determina: "Quanto às carnes de quadrúpedes, todos devem abster-se de ingeri-la, exceto os enfermos muito debilitados". O jejum litúrgico da Quaresma e da sexta-feira provocou entre os leigos a imitação do comportamento habitual dos monges, ou seja, comer peixe nesses dias. Lentamente o consumo de peixe de mar desenvolveu-se no século X a ponto&lt;br /&gt;de se tornar mais importante que o peixe de água doce; entretanto, no simbolismo alimentar e social o peixe permaneceu marcado pelos que o haviam lançado como alimento de paz de homens sem armas — os monges — e sobretudo por suas origens aquáticas, fonte da vida ligada ao mundo feminino. No limite, a pesca é vista como uma anticaça, uma atividade afinal aviltante e pejorativa, da qual a nobreza não poderia se ocupar.”&lt;br /&gt;História da vida privada, 1: do Império Romano ao ano mil. Org. Paul Verny, trad. Hildegard Feist, vários autores. São Paulo: Cia das Letras, 2009, p. 480/481.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3008060308102805510?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3008060308102805510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3008060308102805510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/enquanto-caca-cria-um-elo-com-morte.html' title='Simbolismo do Peixe'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7396999818382122826</id><published>2012-01-22T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:59:15.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entendendo o passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QQtYtIfuORE/TxyFt9HD-1I/AAAAAAAAJmc/L8HtmxUV-ms/s1600/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700578252888996690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QQtYtIfuORE/TxyFt9HD-1I/AAAAAAAAJmc/L8HtmxUV-ms/s400/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;o mecanismo das instituições de uma época; as ideias dessa época ou de uma outra: eis o que o historiador não pode compreender ou fazer compreender sem esse cuidado primordial que eu chamo, eu, psicológico: o cuidado de unir, de incorporar a todo o conjunto de condições de existência de uma época o sentido dado às suas ideias pelos homens desta época. &lt;/em&gt;FEBVRE, Loucien, Comment reconstituer l avie affective d’autrefois? La sensibilité et l’histoire, in LOTTERIE, Florence, Littérature et sensibilité. Paris: Ed. Markenting S.A., 1998, p. 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7396999818382122826?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7396999818382122826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7396999818382122826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/entendendo-o-passado.html' title='Entendendo o passado'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QQtYtIfuORE/TxyFt9HD-1I/AAAAAAAAJmc/L8HtmxUV-ms/s72-c/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6831163459828662133</id><published>2012-01-21T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:00:04.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro Reis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgb_kq-OUGw/TxsmhNmYwAI/AAAAAAAAJlU/N5jXo8vHPfk/s1600/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700192105395699714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgb_kq-OUGw/TxsmhNmYwAI/AAAAAAAAJlU/N5jXo8vHPfk/s400/Digitalizar0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quatro reis e quatro formas de se relacionar com o mundo: o amor, o sonho, a ambição e a aventura, a estratégia intelectual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6831163459828662133?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6831163459828662133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6831163459828662133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/quatro-reis.html' title='Quatro Reis'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgb_kq-OUGw/TxsmhNmYwAI/AAAAAAAAJlU/N5jXo8vHPfk/s72-c/Digitalizar0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7869555856510462701</id><published>2012-01-19T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:14:33.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapete Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnsUDyCg0CI/Txi_ypktMpI/AAAAAAAAJks/gDhUh3lbiDI/s1600/janeiro%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699516205311537810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnsUDyCg0CI/Txi_ypktMpI/AAAAAAAAJks/gDhUh3lbiDI/s400/janeiro%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acreditem, este é mesmo um daqueles dos quais as histórias nos falam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7869555856510462701?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7869555856510462701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7869555856510462701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/tapete-magico.html' title='Tapete Mágico'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnsUDyCg0CI/Txi_ypktMpI/AAAAAAAAJks/gDhUh3lbiDI/s72-c/janeiro%2B050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5856717044826682546</id><published>2012-01-15T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T04:08:39.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obra</title><content type='html'>Os Mestres são Mestres, não porque atingem determinados postos ou porque detêm, provisoriamente, divisas que os fazem reconhecer como tais pelos outros, mas porque sua OBRA nos sinaliza sobre quem eles são e permanecem sendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5856717044826682546?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5856717044826682546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5856717044826682546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/obra.html' title='Obra'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6670646617082663523</id><published>2012-01-14T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:15:37.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Estrela Flamígera</title><content type='html'>As estrelas são os olhos de um Argos que tudo vêem. Se elas pudessem falar, o que não teriam a dizer? Mudas, elas fixam em nós um olhar sugestivo que nos incita a adivinhar os conhecimentos preciosos que puderam possuir as épocas desaparecidas. Certas verdades sutis extinguem-se diante do Sol de uma razão desdenhosa; outras, fantasticamente esclarecidas pela Lua, não se tornam elas irreconhecíveis?&lt;br /&gt;OW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6670646617082663523?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6670646617082663523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6670646617082663523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/estrela-flamigera.html' title='A Estrela Flamígera'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-2612272918414138853</id><published>2012-01-06T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:52:47.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escola do Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9CFU6XUG98/TweyIBOVntI/AAAAAAAAJho/Pb8FPhIfMIY/s1600/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694716104670551762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9CFU6XUG98/TweyIBOVntI/AAAAAAAAJho/Pb8FPhIfMIY/s400/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando então as palavras faltaram, o pensamento inspirou-se em objetos, formas e signos: assim nasceu o mais antigo modo de expressão dos pensadores que se dirige aos olhos de preferência que aos ouvidos. Nós fomos dele desviados, em nos deixando absorver pelas palavras. A Franco-Maçonaria abre-nos uma escola do silêncio; ela ensina a calar para escutar aquilo que fala misteriosamente no interior silencioso do pensador.&lt;br /&gt;OW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-2612272918414138853?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2612272918414138853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2612272918414138853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/escola-do-silencio.html' title='Escola do Silêncio'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9CFU6XUG98/TweyIBOVntI/AAAAAAAAJho/Pb8FPhIfMIY/s72-c/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1250286637239694872</id><published>2012-01-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:52:29.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segurando a estrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGYyT3QLTZQ/Twc0tCGD66I/AAAAAAAAJgc/TdBwlhr3LGE/s1600/sampasetembro%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGYyT3QLTZQ/Twc0tCGD66I/AAAAAAAAJgc/TdBwlhr3LGE/s400/sampasetembro%2B023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694578202094332834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1250286637239694872?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1250286637239694872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1250286637239694872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/segurando-estrela.html' title='Segurando a estrela'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGYyT3QLTZQ/Twc0tCGD66I/AAAAAAAAJgc/TdBwlhr3LGE/s72-c/sampasetembro%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-2428342431734851684</id><published>2012-01-01T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:55:47.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Outro Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nessa época, o Ocidente morria de asfixia: foi o que se denominou “doçura de viver”. À falta de inimigos visíveis, a burguesia comprazia-se em atemorizar-se com a própria sombra: ela trocava o seu inimigo por uma inquietação dirigida. Falava-se de espiritismo, de ectoplasmas; rua Le Goff, no número dois, defronte ao nosso prédio, as mesas giravam. Isso se passava no quarto andar: “na casa do mago”, dizia minha avó. Às vezes, ela nos chamava e chegávamos a tempo de ver pares de mãos sobre uma jardineira, mas alguém se aproximava da janela e puxava as cortinas. Louise pretendia que o tal mago recebia diariamente crianças da minha idade, conduzidas por suas mães. “E acrescentava, vejo muito bem: ele lhes faz a imposição das mãos”. Meu avô meneava a cabeça, mas, embora condenasse tais práticas, não ousava ridicularizá-las; minha mãe sentia medo e minha avó, por uma vez, parecia mais intrigada que cética. Finalmente, entraram em acordo: “É preciso, sobretudo, não se preocupar com isso, isso deixa a gente louco!” A moda era das histórias fantásticas; os jornais bem-pensantes forneciam duas ou três por semana a esse público descristianizado que sentia saudades das elegâncias da fé. O narrador relatava com toda objetividade um fato perturbador; dava uma oportunidade ao positivismo: por estranho que fosse, o evento havia de comportar uma explicação racional. Tal explicação o autor procurava, achava e no-la apresentava lealmente. Mas, logo em seguida, punha toda sua arte em nos levar a medir a insuficiência e a leviandade daquela. Nada mais: o conto terminava por uma interrogação. Mas era suficiente: o Outro Mundo estava ali, tanto mais temível quanto não era de modo algum nomeado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARTRE&lt;/strong&gt;, Jean-Paul. As Palavras. São Paulo: Difusão Européia do Livro, 1964, p. 95.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-2428342431734851684?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2428342431734851684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2428342431734851684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-outro-mundo.html' title='O Outro Mundo'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4839809235218424131</id><published>2011-12-24T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:05:44.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E 33 anos depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5yBfURGpA/TvYv22aDtTI/AAAAAAAAJcc/4gH5mEdH52I/s1600/maisparacaros%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689787798593451314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5yBfURGpA/TvYv22aDtTI/AAAAAAAAJcc/4gH5mEdH52I/s400/maisparacaros%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4839809235218424131?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4839809235218424131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4839809235218424131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-33-anos-depois.html' title='E 33 anos depois...'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5yBfURGpA/TvYv22aDtTI/AAAAAAAAJcc/4gH5mEdH52I/s72-c/maisparacaros%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6415839808445656111</id><published>2011-12-22T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:59:36.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psiu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAMÍLIA&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/7901665516661476018-6415839808445656111?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6415839808445656111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6415839808445656111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/psiu.html' title='Psiu!'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7277945673167332274</id><published>2011-12-17T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:38:53.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Muitos Sentidos da Transgressão e do Pecado</title><content type='html'>Muito a seu modo, filósofos, artistas e poetas definiram e conceituaram aquilo que depois foi, pouco a pouco, reivindicado por legisladores, cientistas e demais corporações do saber preocupadas em tornar formalmente explícitas certas situações onde a transgressão social parecia merecer castigos e punições. Afora a contribuição formal e bastante específica dos legisladores, que começam mesmo como representantes da divindade, editando proibições e limites, ao mesmo tempo em que estabelecendo penas, houve a voz do artista, a voz do filósofo e a voz do poeta, plano de fundo que realça as formas onde quase sempre acontecia especial destaque para o crime e para o criminoso, enfim, para o transgressor. Encontramos, e podemos mesmo identificar com certa facilidade ao longo da história, um nítido espírito de denúncia que nos aponta este transgressor, inserindo-o num cenário muitas vezes dramático. Não é incomum o destaque dado ao herói antigo, — que muitas vezes desafia a lei positiva dos homens, — mas que encarna, todavia, o espírito de justiça, apontando um desajuste ou descompasso entre os planos formal e ideal que é denunciado na obra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7277945673167332274?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7277945673167332274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7277945673167332274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-muitos-sentidos-da-transgressao-e-do.html' title='Os Muitos Sentidos da Transgressão e do Pecado'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5556525957562251555</id><published>2011-12-16T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T17:15:12.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sociedade Vive de Verdades</title><content type='html'>Uma verdade é descoberta por um sábio. Contai os mentirosos que a exploram, desde os industriais que a colocam em seus prospectos até os teóricos que a alojarão, bem ou mal em seus sistemas. Alguém descobre que existe ferro no sangue; em seguida, cem farmacêuticos colocam à venda pílulas de ferro de eficácia mais ou menos duvidosa proclamada incontestável por mil certificados de médicos mais ou menos convencidos. A vulgarização das ciências seria moralizadora, se ela contribuísse para desenvolver a veracidade. Mas ela não produz esse efeito senão que sobre uma muito fraca parte do público, a saber, não sobre o fabricante ou o político que fazem da ciência um instrumento de dominação e de riqueza, nem sobre o romancista ou o poeta que lhe pedem novas emoções, mas apenas sobre o sábio que emprega a ciência para fazer progredir a ciência, modo de emprego muito especial e muito raro. O organismo social, em suma, defende-se contra a verdade que o assalta de toda parte, como o organismo natural, contra as intempéries e as forças físicas. Ele precisa dela, como o ser vivo precisa de agentes exteriores, contra os quais, todavia, está em luta constante, e sem os quais ele morreria. Do mesmo modo, a sociedade vive de verdades, de conhecimentos sempre renovados; ela consome, para se lhes assimilar, todos aqueles que seus sábios e seus filósofos lhe fornecem. Estes últimos estão situados nos confins do mundo social que eles estão encarregados de colocar em relação com o universo, quase como as células epidérmicas e os tecidos do olho recebem o choque das vibrações aéreas ou etéreas e as transmitem ao interior do corpo, onde se rompem em mil fragmentos e se alteram de mil maneiras&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7901665516661476018#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7901665516661476018#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; TARDE, Gabriel. La Criminalité Comparée, 7ª edição, Alcan, Paris, 1910, 215 páginas, pág. 208.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5556525957562251555?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5556525957562251555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5556525957562251555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/sociedade-vive-de-verdades.html' title='A Sociedade Vive de Verdades'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1008499086696053912</id><published>2011-12-15T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:59:53.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxo</title><content type='html'>O arquiteto obedece ao pedreiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1008499086696053912?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1008499086696053912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1008499086696053912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/paradoxo.html' title='Paradoxo'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7035738879137621930</id><published>2011-12-15T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:02:32.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fausto no laboratório</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cXM8toX4yc/Tun9yIAUOEI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/W3XZWZkw4gc/s1600/Fausto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686355042116057154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cXM8toX4yc/Tun9yIAUOEI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/W3XZWZkw4gc/s400/Fausto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fonte: Gallica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7035738879137621930?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7035738879137621930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7035738879137621930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/fausto-no-laboratorio.html' title='Fausto no laboratório'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cXM8toX4yc/Tun9yIAUOEI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/W3XZWZkw4gc/s72-c/Fausto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1667056684615038849</id><published>2011-12-08T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:38:43.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaksh-Apas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-yilHUelz8/TuFYfhtjCTI/AAAAAAAAJT0/UqMeaXmL2Es/s1600/sigilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683921503366875442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-yilHUelz8/TuFYfhtjCTI/AAAAAAAAJT0/UqMeaXmL2Es/s400/sigilo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1667056684615038849?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1667056684615038849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1667056684615038849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/yaksh-apas.html' title='Yaksh-Apas'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-yilHUelz8/TuFYfhtjCTI/AAAAAAAAJT0/UqMeaXmL2Es/s72-c/sigilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-420663709661405636</id><published>2011-12-07T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:34:57.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menstruum</title><content type='html'>Alkahest em alquimia. Usado para dissolver e coagular simultaneamente, porque óvulo carrega vida e forma do menstruum também chamado de Mercúrio dos Filósofos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-420663709661405636?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/420663709661405636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/420663709661405636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/menstruum.html' title='Menstruum'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6392917470474578327</id><published>2011-12-04T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:02:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitrais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgY2sT5fnbU/TtwI0kK0QNI/AAAAAAAAJSA/cA4Oux6nyqA/s1600/LumixReden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BS%25C3%25A1bado%2B212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682426528989987026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgY2sT5fnbU/TtwI0kK0QNI/AAAAAAAAJSA/cA4Oux6nyqA/s400/LumixReden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BS%25C3%25A1bado%2B212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz filtrada por vitrais possui um encanto todo seu, que convida à reflexão^. É uma luz cheia de silêncios, representativa de tudo o que só se revela mediante condições muito especiais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6392917470474578327?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6392917470474578327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6392917470474578327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/vitrais.html' title='Vitrais'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgY2sT5fnbU/TtwI0kK0QNI/AAAAAAAAJSA/cA4Oux6nyqA/s72-c/LumixReden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BS%25C3%25A1bado%2B212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3046880255335614886</id><published>2011-12-03T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:15:18.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora, direis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv32UVd-7OQ/Ttq7e1wxPZI/AAAAAAAAJQs/CtPBrOdEbtw/s1600/montesdecoisas%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682060018383404434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv32UVd-7OQ/Ttq7e1wxPZI/AAAAAAAAJQs/CtPBrOdEbtw/s400/montesdecoisas%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3046880255335614886?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3046880255335614886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3046880255335614886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/ora-direis.html' title='Ora, direis...'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv32UVd-7OQ/Ttq7e1wxPZI/AAAAAAAAJQs/CtPBrOdEbtw/s72-c/montesdecoisas%2B064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3993058978546371742</id><published>2011-12-02T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:33:44.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tríade Neoplatônica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm2y3Y8G44k/TtlxG190X6I/AAAAAAAAJPc/iJtqNVQzLX8/s1600/Macrobius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681696767284109218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm2y3Y8G44k/TtlxG190X6I/AAAAAAAAJPc/iJtqNVQzLX8/s400/Macrobius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tríade neoplatônica – o Uno, a Inteligência e a Alma do mundo – foi apresentada por Macróbio na seguinte forma: o Bem, a Inteligência e a Alma. O Bem é o princípio e a fonte da Inteligência; esta, o princípio e fonte da Alma. A Inteligência contém as idéias e os nomes; a Alma as almas individuais. Em um sentido semelhante às religiões de mistérios e aos Oráculos caldeus, Macróbio também concebeu as almas individuais como espíritos caídos das esferas superiores para a matéria, e que ao passarem pelas esferas adquiriram suas faculdades, desde a razão até o impulso da nutrição. Estes espíritos estão ligados em sua parte superior às esferas celestes, que constituem sua pátria e para a qual ascendem após terem sido liberadas da prisão do corpo – FERRATER MORA, José. &lt;a href="http://www.ferratermora.org/ency_filosofo.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dicionário de Filosofia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.ferratermora.org/ency_filosofo.html"&gt;http://www.ferratermora.org/ency_filosofo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref.: &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?source=ig&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;rlz=&amp;amp;q=Macr%C3%B3bio&amp;amp;btnG=Pesquisa+Google"&gt;Macróbio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3993058978546371742?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3993058978546371742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3993058978546371742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/triade-neoplatonica.html' title='A Tríade Neoplatônica'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm2y3Y8G44k/TtlxG190X6I/AAAAAAAAJPc/iJtqNVQzLX8/s72-c/Macrobius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5773423432330406863</id><published>2011-12-01T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:17:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amém</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDoIo4WAf2c/TtgglSzkdmI/AAAAAAAAJOE/COF6Ms6VOMg/s1600/dez2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681326755003266658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDoIo4WAf2c/TtgglSzkdmI/AAAAAAAAJOE/COF6Ms6VOMg/s400/dez2011%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5773423432330406863?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5773423432330406863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5773423432330406863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/12/amem.html' title='Amém'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDoIo4WAf2c/TtgglSzkdmI/AAAAAAAAJOE/COF6Ms6VOMg/s72-c/dez2011%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3302054023690367164</id><published>2011-11-30T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:09:12.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>Pensar em Deus é desobedecer a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Porque Deus quis que o não conhecêssemos,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se nos não mostrou...&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos simples e calmos,&lt;br /&gt;Como os regatos e as árvores,&lt;br /&gt;E Deus amar-nos-á fazendo de nós&lt;br /&gt;Belos como as árvores e os regatos,&lt;br /&gt;E dar-nos-á verdor na sua primavera,&lt;br /&gt;E um rio aonde ir ter quando acabemos!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Caeiro, em "O Guardador&lt;br /&gt;de Rebanhos".&lt;br /&gt;(in &lt;a href="http://www.insite.com.br/art/pessoa/"&gt;http://www.insite.com.br/art/pessoa/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3302054023690367164?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3302054023690367164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3302054023690367164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4906657910369240354</id><published>2011-11-27T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T08:27:11.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Textos e contextos, naturalmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iwRVxxYSFo/TtJkuQdSBmI/AAAAAAAAJKs/gT37yqlaOuA/s1600/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679712825922160226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iwRVxxYSFo/TtJkuQdSBmI/AAAAAAAAJKs/gT37yqlaOuA/s400/DSC02349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4906657910369240354?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4906657910369240354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4906657910369240354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/textos-e-contextos-naturalmente.html' title='Textos e contextos, naturalmente'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iwRVxxYSFo/TtJkuQdSBmI/AAAAAAAAJKs/gT37yqlaOuA/s72-c/DSC02349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5934252833356810085</id><published>2011-11-26T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:40:57.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Alfabeto</title><content type='html'>As pranchas deveram ser cobertas, no início, com desenhos e signos mnemotécnicos invocadores daquilo que convinha preservar do esquecimento. Os iletrados são engenhosos, e nós lhes devemos os rudimentos de uma escrita hieroglífica mais sábia em seu gênero que a nossa. Ela obrigava a imaginação a trabalhar como não mais sabe fazer em nossos séculos de progresso alfabético. A prática mais antiga de uma arquitetura digna desse nome constrangia a uma certa contabilidade de salários e distribuições na natureza. Cada obreiro assinava assim sua obra com a ajuda de uma marca raspada na pedra concluída. Encarregado de dirigir o trabalho dos obreiros, um escriba cuidava das assinaturas compostas de alguns traços gravados, figuras análogas aos mais antigos caracteres alfabéticos. Pode-se mesmo perguntar-se se o mais antigo alfabeto não tomou de empréstimo a forma das letras a partir das marcas de empreiteiros. Um esquadro maçônico não desenha um “g” (ghimel) do alfabeto fenício, e o triângulo eqüilátero não desenha um “d” (daleth)? Os construtores assinavam também uma cruz simples, dupla ou tripla que se encontra no tau, no zain e no samek. Praticamente, o secretário esclarece a Loja moderna, lembrando-lhe as decisões que ela tomou e que seria tentada a esquecer. Ele garante também a correspondência, graças a qual a Luz vem à Loja do exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Wirth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5934252833356810085?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5934252833356810085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5934252833356810085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-alfabeto.html' title='O Alfabeto'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1282027543429006684</id><published>2011-11-25T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:51:07.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZqgN49hbNQ/TtA3u-jPDqI/AAAAAAAAJHw/ckLrqPXYAN4/s1600/maisemais%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 456px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679100410318491298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZqgN49hbNQ/TtA3u-jPDqI/AAAAAAAAJHw/ckLrqPXYAN4/s400/maisemais%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1282027543429006684?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1282027543429006684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1282027543429006684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/olhos.html' title='Olhos'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZqgN49hbNQ/TtA3u-jPDqI/AAAAAAAAJHw/ckLrqPXYAN4/s72-c/maisemais%2B068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3046862116086245123</id><published>2011-11-24T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:20:52.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não intencional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deMi_eorwrQ/Ts7tKDWvrLI/AAAAAAAAJGA/w1fiAD6H4_Q/s1600/maisemais%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678736937115954354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deMi_eorwrQ/Ts7tKDWvrLI/AAAAAAAAJGA/w1fiAD6H4_Q/s400/maisemais%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3046862116086245123?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3046862116086245123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3046862116086245123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-intencional.html' title='Não intencional'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deMi_eorwrQ/Ts7tKDWvrLI/AAAAAAAAJGA/w1fiAD6H4_Q/s72-c/maisemais%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-9013614819201702857</id><published>2011-11-23T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:18:25.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meritocracia Iniciática</title><content type='html'>Cada um tem o guru que merece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-9013614819201702857?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9013614819201702857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9013614819201702857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/meritocracia-iniciatica.html' title='Meritocracia Iniciática'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-2443689619206940333</id><published>2011-11-23T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:42:39.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hO0M8eccH7U/Ts12Ysk7jLI/AAAAAAAAJEo/8FTFYADy6CA/s1600/poapoapoa%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678324871839059122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hO0M8eccH7U/Ts12Ysk7jLI/AAAAAAAAJEo/8FTFYADy6CA/s400/poapoapoa%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...mas sem nunca estar desacompanhado de si. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-2443689619206940333?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2443689619206940333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2443689619206940333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/ser-sozinho.html' title='Ser sozinho'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hO0M8eccH7U/Ts12Ysk7jLI/AAAAAAAAJEo/8FTFYADy6CA/s72-c/poapoapoa%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8920908044901198513</id><published>2011-11-20T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:15:12.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mestre por Mestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3-3Pw7paQA/TskYbHhF4-I/AAAAAAAAJDM/hdZjov9pfkY/s1600/poapoapoa%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677095659430601698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3-3Pw7paQA/TskYbHhF4-I/AAAAAAAAJDM/hdZjov9pfkY/s400/poapoapoa%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pois é. Mestre por Mestre, tem um aqui no Parque da Redenção de Porto Alegre que faz o maior sucesso... Anda com Ibope em alta, especialmente em dias de sol, como ontem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-8920908044901198513?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8920908044901198513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8920908044901198513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/mestre-por-mestre.html' title='Mestre por Mestre'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3-3Pw7paQA/TskYbHhF4-I/AAAAAAAAJDM/hdZjov9pfkY/s72-c/poapoapoa%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6219529646303610207</id><published>2011-11-19T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:48:56.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iniciação Feminina</title><content type='html'>"Infelizmente, um feminismo mal compreendido incita a mulher de hoje a masculinizar-se, como se se considerasse inferior e sentisse a necessidade de elevar-se à masculinidade. Equivoco lamentável e também traição à feminilidade! A mulher difere do homem e rende homenagem à sua força; enquanto o homem, — se ele admira a mulher, — é precisamente quando ela se caracteriza como tal. Conscientemente ou não, rende homenagem às suas qualidades peculiares, inclusive quando brilham por sua ausência. Enfim, o homem quer encontrar na mulher dotes de complemento que a ele faltam precisamente. E inútil nos alongarmos mais sobre esse ponto. Basta reconhecer que, segundo acabamos de ver, a iniciação feminina deve diferenciar-se essencialmente da masculina, contanto que seja Iniciação verdadeira. Se se tratar tão-só dessa iniciação meramente simbólica e convencional, cujos ritos não hão de traduzir-se numa transformação de nossa vida, é de todo indiferente que homens e mulheres fiquem submetidos às mesmas cerimônias ridículas. Os homens que tiveram a idéia de aplicar às mulheres as provas de seu ritual masculino provaram ipso facto que o simbolismo maçônico era, para eles, letra morta. A maçonaria mista deveu nascer à força dessa época de ignorância absoluta do significado do cerimonial maçônico, que os maçons mais clarividentes consideram apenas sobrevivência de um passado formalista e ignorante."&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Wirth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6219529646303610207?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6219529646303610207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6219529646303610207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/iniciacao-feminina.html' title='Iniciação Feminina'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7386548492358906912</id><published>2011-11-15T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T03:15:28.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa dos Bons Primos</title><content type='html'>Os Bons Primos tinham um ritual de mesa. O garfo era identificado como o ancinho; a faca, com a machadinha; o molho era a terra; o assado tornava-se o carvão; o vinho simplesmente brasa ou cavacos; a água chamava-se de a brasa má e o copo, joeira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7386548492358906912?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7386548492358906912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7386548492358906912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/coisa-dos-bons-primos.html' title='Coisa dos Bons Primos'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5585618418556668053</id><published>2011-11-13T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:04:15.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZIl9-lXAOY/TsA8YqEAlmI/AAAAAAAAI_g/SEAnm88E8Tk/s1600/quartosuspenso%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674601924792456802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZIl9-lXAOY/TsA8YqEAlmI/AAAAAAAAI_g/SEAnm88E8Tk/s400/quartosuspenso%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Todo olhar que vê é carregado de uma subjetividade que é preciso não perder nunca. Olhares neutros nada veem, a não ser o que lhes dita uma racionalidade à qual cabe perpetuar a realidade esgotada. Só a imaginação pode descortinar as paisagens que cada um de nós carrega dentro de si, elaborando-as com as fantasias que a sensibilidade inspira, diante de fadas e dragões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5585618418556668053?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5585618418556668053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5585618418556668053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflexoes.html' title='Reflexões'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZIl9-lXAOY/TsA8YqEAlmI/AAAAAAAAI_g/SEAnm88E8Tk/s72-c/quartosuspenso%2B079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8708327809324587629</id><published>2011-11-12T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:31:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costumes Medievais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ5rL6GPPWQ/Tr8PDZiDSAI/AAAAAAAAI9g/Ck1fxTMZvTU/s1600/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 441px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674270606577846274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ5rL6GPPWQ/Tr8PDZiDSAI/AAAAAAAAI9g/Ck1fxTMZvTU/s400/DSC01964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-8708327809324587629?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8708327809324587629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8708327809324587629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/costumes-medievais.html' title='Costumes Medievais'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ5rL6GPPWQ/Tr8PDZiDSAI/AAAAAAAAI9g/Ck1fxTMZvTU/s72-c/DSC01964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7194206712223408855</id><published>2011-11-11T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:44:04.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticoncepção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIa0UuA6N0g/Tr3A7nENuMI/AAAAAAAAI84/kkz8sz9GgIs/s1600/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 429px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673903235888167106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIa0UuA6N0g/Tr3A7nENuMI/AAAAAAAAI84/kkz8sz9GgIs/s400/DSC01963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acreditava-se que, para não conceber, era preciso que a mulher cuspisse na boca de um sapo por três vezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7194206712223408855?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7194206712223408855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7194206712223408855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/anticoncepcao.html' title='Anticoncepção'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIa0UuA6N0g/Tr3A7nENuMI/AAAAAAAAI84/kkz8sz9GgIs/s72-c/DSC01963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4407004308146107113</id><published>2011-11-10T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:31:09.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De um a cinco</title><content type='html'>I. Mão contra mão significa que empregarei sempre minhas mãos para servir meus Irmãos nas suas necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;II - Pé contra pé significa que não temerei desviar-me do meu caminho para ir ajudar meus Irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;III - Joelho contra joelho significa que eu me ajoelharei diante do Ser Supremo para interceder por meu Irmão como se fosse por mim.&lt;br /&gt;IV - Peito contra peito, para simbolizar a fiel guarda dos segredos que me forem confiados.&lt;br /&gt;V - A mão esquerda nas costas designa que apoiarei sempre meus Irmãos tanto quanto me seja&lt;br /&gt;possível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4407004308146107113?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4407004308146107113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4407004308146107113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-um-cinco.html' title='De um a cinco'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3093127805327500670</id><published>2011-11-05T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:29:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Irremediável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azXCzu3AmtE/TrXGvviRKDI/AAAAAAAAI4A/I64KUEAomks/s1600/Cemit%25C3%25A9rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671657829259356210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azXCzu3AmtE/TrXGvviRKDI/AAAAAAAAI4A/I64KUEAomks/s400/Cemit%25C3%25A9rio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3093127805327500670?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3093127805327500670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3093127805327500670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-irremediavel.html' title='O Irremediável'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azXCzu3AmtE/TrXGvviRKDI/AAAAAAAAI4A/I64KUEAomks/s72-c/Cemit%25C3%25A9rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1043117583767347381</id><published>2011-11-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:07:33.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g0CKRcyV7w0/TrR-Kg5LI1I/AAAAAAAAI3Y/04CUoOiqAJM/s1600/ma%25C3%25A7onaria%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 499px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671296549859828562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g0CKRcyV7w0/TrR-Kg5LI1I/AAAAAAAAI3Y/04CUoOiqAJM/s400/ma%25C3%25A7onaria%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1043117583767347381?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1043117583767347381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1043117583767347381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/calendario.html' title='Calendário'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g0CKRcyV7w0/TrR-Kg5LI1I/AAAAAAAAI3Y/04CUoOiqAJM/s72-c/ma%25C3%25A7onaria%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8487254096137539134</id><published>2011-11-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:50:21.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ferramenta Verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgBBV99q1R0/TrE7w9HFUhI/AAAAAAAAI1s/dUAtx9B0Ftk/s1600/canoasjunho%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670379118060196370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgBBV99q1R0/TrE7w9HFUhI/AAAAAAAAI1s/dUAtx9B0Ftk/s400/canoasjunho%2B046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a realidade não é esse universo econômico e sistemático que nossa lógica gosta de se representar, se ela não é sustentada por uma armadura de intelectualidade, a verdade de ordem intelectual é uma invenção humana que tem por efeito utilizar a realidade de preferência a nos introduzir nela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bergson. Ensaio composto para servir de prefácio à obra de William JAMES sobre o Pragmatismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-8487254096137539134?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8487254096137539134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8487254096137539134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-realidade-nao-e-esse-universo.html' title='A Ferramenta Verdade'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgBBV99q1R0/TrE7w9HFUhI/AAAAAAAAI1s/dUAtx9B0Ftk/s72-c/canoasjunho%2B046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7803262872457390726</id><published>2011-10-30T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:22:38.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;De outras coisas nunca farás o Um, enquanto não te houveres, primeiro, convertido no Um.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7803262872457390726?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7803262872457390726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7803262872457390726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/unidade.html' title='Unidade'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8182109368452556539</id><published>2011-10-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:46:58.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OHjybWkFD4/TqYwXcOk84I/AAAAAAAAIu0/cQD2SHIE8Oo/s1600/bienal%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667270360364807042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OHjybWkFD4/TqYwXcOk84I/AAAAAAAAIu0/cQD2SHIE8Oo/s400/bienal%2B118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionou-me essa imagem, na verdade um detalhe, dessa santidade, quem sabe aviltada, quem sabe pós-modernizada, tornada reclame, embalagem, anúncio de conteúdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-8182109368452556539?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8182109368452556539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8182109368452556539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/santidade.html' title='Santidade'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OHjybWkFD4/TqYwXcOk84I/AAAAAAAAIu0/cQD2SHIE8Oo/s72-c/bienal%2B118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1667928869573774135</id><published>2011-10-23T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T06:57:17.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eros e o Poder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzdMcIUDAxE/TqQcV1vIouI/AAAAAAAAIuM/eTN7ROlNBwI/s1600/Fotos%2BSony%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666685392666534626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzdMcIUDAxE/TqQcV1vIouI/AAAAAAAAIuM/eTN7ROlNBwI/s400/Fotos%2BSony%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali onde predomina o amor não há vontade de poder, e onde há predominância do poder, não há amor. Um é a sombra do outro. Aquele que se coloca do ponto de vista do eros tem o oposto compensador na vontade de poder. Mas aquele que enfatiza o poder tem como compensação o eros. Vista do ângulo unilateral do posicionamento da consciência, a sombra é uma parte de menor importância da personalidade, e por isso é reprimida por uma intensa resistência. Mas aquilo que é reprimido precisa tornar-se consciente para que se crie uma tensão dos opostos, sem a qual não há possibilidade da continuidade do movimento. De certa forma, a consciência é em cima e a sombra é embaixo, e como o que está no alto sempre tende a descer às profundezas, o quente ao frio, assim toda consciência, talvez até sem perceber, busca por seu oposto inconsciente, sem o qual ela é condenada à estagnação, ao assoreamento ou à fossilização. Só nos opostos é que a vida se acende.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNG, C. G. Sobre o Amor. Aparecida, SP: Idéias &amp;amp; Letras, 2005, p. 37.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1667928869573774135?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1667928869573774135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1667928869573774135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/eros-e-o-poder.html' title='Eros e o Poder'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzdMcIUDAxE/TqQcV1vIouI/AAAAAAAAIuM/eTN7ROlNBwI/s72-c/Fotos%2BSony%2B049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5963876599119243322</id><published>2011-10-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:02:58.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxo</title><content type='html'>A verdade tem muitas faces, para que possa ser o que é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5963876599119243322?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5963876599119243322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5963876599119243322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/paradoxo.html' title='Paradoxo'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6113385581202739445</id><published>2011-10-20T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:28:33.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Círculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A Dra. M.L. von Franz explicou o círculo (ou esfera) como um símbolo do self: ele expressa a totalidade da psique em todos os seus aspectos, incluindo o relacionamento entre o homem e a natureza. Não importa se o símbolo do círculo está presente na adoração primitiva do sol ou na religião moderna, em mitos ou em sonhos, nas mandalas desenhadas pelos monges do Tibete, nos planejamentos das cidades ou nos conceitos de esfera dos primeiros astrônomos, ele indica sempre o mais importante aspecto da vida — sua extrema e integral totalização&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O Homem e seus símbolos, C. G. Jung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6113385581202739445?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6113385581202739445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6113385581202739445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-circulo.html' title='O Círculo'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-9083754013271113538</id><published>2011-10-20T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:30:32.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sX6zVXRcxKA/TqC7pu9AoFI/AAAAAAAAIrA/qVA_Q-EjCNc/s1600/lumixsampasabado%2B179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665734656885039186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sX6zVXRcxKA/TqC7pu9AoFI/AAAAAAAAIrA/qVA_Q-EjCNc/s400/lumixsampasabado%2B179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-9083754013271113538?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9083754013271113538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9083754013271113538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/curiosidade.html' title='Curiosidade'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sX6zVXRcxKA/TqC7pu9AoFI/AAAAAAAAIrA/qVA_Q-EjCNc/s72-c/lumixsampasabado%2B179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-2706667307349275272</id><published>2011-10-19T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:56:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proscrição dos Antigos Cultos</title><content type='html'>"Quando o cristianismo proscreveu o exercício público dos antigos cultos, obrigou os partidários das religiões a se reunirem em segredo para a celebração dos seus mistérios. A estas reuniões presidiam iniciados que estabeleceram logo, entre os diversos matizes destes cultos perseguidos, uma ortodoxia que a verdade mágica lhes ajudava a estabelecer com tanto mais facilidade, quanto a proscrição reúne as vontades e estreita os laços da fraternidade entre os homens. Assim, os mistérios de Isis, de Ceres Eleusina, de Baco, se reuniram aos da boa deusa e do druidismo primitivo. As assembléias se realizavam ordinariamente entre os dias de Mercúrio ou Júpiter, ou entre os de Vênus ou Saturno; aí se ocupavam dos ritos da iniciação, trocavam sinais misteriosos, cantavam os hinos simbólicos, uniam-se por meio de banquetes e formavam sucessivamente a cadeia mágica pela mesa e a dança; depois separavam-se, após terem renovado os juramentos entre as mãos dos chefes e recebido as suas instruções. O recipiendário do Sabbat devia ser levado à assembléia com os olhos cobertos pelo manto mágico, com o qual o envolviam inteiramente; faziam-no passar sobre grandes fogueiras e faziam, ao redor dele, ruídos espantosos. Quando descobriam o seu rosto, ele via-se rodeado de monstros infernais e em presença de um bode colossal e monstruoso, que lhe ordenavam de adorar. Todas estas cerimônias eram provas da sua força de caráter e da sua confiança nos seus iniciadores. Principalmente a última prova era decisiva, porque apresentava, a princípio, ao espírito do recipiendário, alguma coisa humilhante e ridícula: tratava-se de beijar respeitosamente o traseiro do bode e a ordem era dada sem cerimônia ao neófito. Se recusava cobriam-lhe a cabeça e o transportavam longe da assembléia com tal rapidez, que ele acreditava ter sido carregado pelas nuvens; se aceitava, faziam-no girar ao redor do ídolo, e aí ele achava, não uma coisa repelente ou obscena, mas o fresco e gracioso rosto de uma sacerdotisa de Isis ou Maia, que lhe dava um beijo maternal; depois era admitido ao banquete".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVI&lt;/strong&gt;. Elifas. Dogma e Ritual da Alta Magia. São Paulo: Pensamento, Ed. Digital por Alvares Montelli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-2706667307349275272?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2706667307349275272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2706667307349275272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/proscricao-dos-antigos-cultos.html' title='A Proscrição dos Antigos Cultos'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-2940896109240392476</id><published>2011-10-16T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:21:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Livro Vermelho de Jung ― Narrativas de uma Viagem Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF6A--3-zoA/TptmZB7C0PI/AAAAAAAAIo0/bpm1eEq0MW8/s1600/Aquarelle%2Bsur%2Bpapier%2BDon%2BM-T%2Bde%2BMallmann%252C%2B1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 455px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664233536547377394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF6A--3-zoA/TptmZB7C0PI/AAAAAAAAIo0/bpm1eEq0MW8/s400/Aquarelle%2Bsur%2Bpapier%2BDon%2BM-T%2Bde%2BMallmann%252C%2B1971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mantido em segredo em um cofre de banco durante cinqüenta anos, o majestoso Livro Vermelho ou Liber Novus do psicanalista C. G. Jung é apresentado ao museu Guimet em seu exemplar original, pela primeira vez na França. Trata-se de uma obra caligráfica, iluminada e ilustrada de sua própria mão, cuja edição francesa coincide com a 50º aniversário da morte do fundador da psicologia analítica. A obra será completada por um conjunto de peças realizadas pelo próprio Jung, assim como por obras do Museu Guimet, ilustrando o interesse de Jung pela Ásia, ou evocando algumas das experiências que ele viveu, quando de sua viagem às profundezas da psique humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.guimet.fr/Le-Livre-Rouge-de-C-G-Jung-Recits"&gt;http://www.guimet.fr/Le-Livre-Rouge-de-C-G-Jung-Recits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-2940896109240392476?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2940896109240392476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2940896109240392476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-livro-vermelho-de-jung-narrativas-de.html' title='O Livro Vermelho de Jung ― Narrativas de uma Viagem Interior'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF6A--3-zoA/TptmZB7C0PI/AAAAAAAAIo0/bpm1eEq0MW8/s72-c/Aquarelle%2Bsur%2Bpapier%2BDon%2BM-T%2Bde%2BMallmann%252C%2B1971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4574600000858758558</id><published>2011-10-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:06:47.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagrante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GaYcEQpEzY/TpnKa8HMW4I/AAAAAAAAIoI/3kUeecw4bU8/s1600/outubro%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663780570556816258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GaYcEQpEzY/TpnKa8HMW4I/AAAAAAAAIoI/3kUeecw4bU8/s400/outubro%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4574600000858758558?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4574600000858758558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4574600000858758558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/flagrante.html' title='Flagrante'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GaYcEQpEzY/TpnKa8HMW4I/AAAAAAAAIoI/3kUeecw4bU8/s72-c/outubro%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7015372360112544201</id><published>2011-10-13T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:10:59.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipe Adepto</title><content type='html'>Os Querubins e respectivos planetas governados e cores: Miguel - Saturno - Negro; Gabriel - Júpiter - Alaranjado; Uriel - Marte - Vermelho; Zaraiel - Sol - Dourado; Hamaliel - Vênus - Verde; Rafael - Mercúrio - Azul; Tsafiei - Lua - Prateado. Querubins, para a tradição judaica, são os Arcanjos Planetários, também conhecidos por Malakins. Eles trazem uma espada na mão, pois são os Guardiões do Santuário. No Altar de cada um deles há uma lâmpada da respectiva cor planetária.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Adonai; R. Abrac (meu pai); P.P: Stibium (antimônio).&lt;br /&gt;B. !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;É noite sobre a Terra, porém o Sol está no meridiano da L.&lt;br /&gt;Os homens seguem sempre o erro: poucos o combatem, poucos chegam ao lugar santo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7015372360112544201?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7015372360112544201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7015372360112544201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/principe-adepto.html' title='Príncipe Adepto'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6514585556987910395</id><published>2011-10-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:28:02.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A linguagem do gesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNj2NYQAxog/TpZLeOGjhUI/AAAAAAAAIls/cOU3-yzFtgI/s1600/lumixsampasabado%2B129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662796564018726210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNj2NYQAxog/TpZLeOGjhUI/AAAAAAAAIls/cOU3-yzFtgI/s400/lumixsampasabado%2B129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6514585556987910395?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6514585556987910395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6514585556987910395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/linguagem-do-gesto.html' title='A linguagem do gesto'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNj2NYQAxog/TpZLeOGjhUI/AAAAAAAAIls/cOU3-yzFtgI/s72-c/lumixsampasabado%2B129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7185335304707013546</id><published>2011-10-09T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:41:02.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Velhice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdWrmdnJFJY/TpI-eyuTkGI/AAAAAAAAIjs/iE0Qnz_goI8/s1600/Velhice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661656380291125346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdWrmdnJFJY/TpI-eyuTkGI/AAAAAAAAIjs/iE0Qnz_goI8/s400/Velhice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Logo depois, estava retratada a &lt;strong&gt;Velhice&lt;/strong&gt;, um passo atrás do lugar que deveria ocupar, pois ela mal se mantinha em pé, de tão velha e maltratada. Sua beleza havia murchado, tornara-se muito feia. Tinha a cabeça velha e branca, como se os cabelos tivessem florescido. Meu Deus, sua morte não seria uma grande perda nem uma grande desgraça, pois todo o seu corpo havia secado e se enrugado pela idade. Seu rosto, cheio de rugas, outrora fora suave e liso; agora estava repleto de cicatrizes. Suas orelhas eram cabeludas e não lhe restava nenhum dente, pois havia perdido todos. Era tão velha que parecia que não podia andar quatro passos sem a ajuda de muletas. O tempo, que corre noite e dia sem pausa nem repouso, passa por nós tão silenciosamente que por um momento acreditamos que ele se deteve, quando na verdade nunca descansa nem deixa de correr, de forma que não se pode pensar que existe o presente; e, se perguntares a um homem douto nas letras, antes que ele tenha respondido, haverá transcorrido três tempos. O tempo, aquele que não pode ser detido e que sempre avança sem voltar, como a água que flui sem que regresse uma gota; o tempo, a quem ninguém resiste, nem o ferro, nem qualquer outro objeto duro; o tempo, que faz com que as coisas cresçam depressa, que rapidamente cria e tudo destrói e faz apodrecer; o tempo, que envelheceu nossos pais, que envelheceu prematuramente reis e imperadores, e que todos nós tornará velhos e adiantará nossa morte; o tempo, que tem o poder de envelhecer todas as coisas, a havia envelhecido tanto que, em minha opinião, fez com que ela não pudesse amparar-se sozinha, e assim, a fez retornar à infância, pois não tinha mais capacidade, nem força e juízo que um menino de um ano de idade. Embora, segundo creio, ela tivesse sido discreta e culta quando estava na idade madura, nada havia lhe restado e ficara atordoada". &lt;strong&gt;ROMANCE DA ROSA&lt;/strong&gt;, Guilherme de Lorris (1200-1230). Trad.: Sonia R. Peixoto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7185335304707013546?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7185335304707013546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7185335304707013546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/velhice.html' title='A Velhice'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdWrmdnJFJY/TpI-eyuTkGI/AAAAAAAAIjs/iE0Qnz_goI8/s72-c/Velhice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1472342543343283266</id><published>2011-10-08T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:47:16.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nau dos Insensatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THNWpLYT4G0/TpDpXTbnYVI/AAAAAAAAIio/m8AdC2S4Iog/s1600/A%2BNau%2Bdos%2BInsensatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 481px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661281318167077202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THNWpLYT4G0/TpDpXTbnYVI/AAAAAAAAIio/m8AdC2S4Iog/s400/A%2BNau%2Bdos%2BInsensatos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A água e a navegação têm realmente esse papel. Fechado no navio, de onde não se escapa, o louco é entregue ao rio de mil braços, ao mar de mil caminhos, a essa grande incerteza exterior a tudo. É um prisioneiro no meio da mais livre, da mais aberta das estradas: solidamente acorrentado à infinita encruzilhada. É o Passageiro por excelência, isto é, o prisioneiro da passagem. E a terra à qual aportará não é conhecida, assim como não se sabe, quando desembarca, de que terra vem. Sua única verdade e sua única pátria são essa extensão estéril entre duas terras que não lhe podem pertencer. É esse ritual que, por esses valores, está na origem do longo parentesco imaginário que se pode traçar ao longo de toda a cultura ocidental? Ou, inversamente, é esse parentesco que, da noite dos tempos, exigiu e em seguida fixou o rito do embarque? Uma coisa pelo menos é certa: a água e a loucura estarão ligadas pó muito tempo nos sonhos do homem europeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;FOUCAULT, Michel. História da loucura. São Paulo: Perspectiva.&lt;br /&gt;Ref: &lt;a href="http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2009/02/nau-dos-insensatos-bosch.html"&gt;A Nau dos Insensatos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1472342543343283266?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1472342543343283266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1472342543343283266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/nau-dos-insensatos.html' title='A Nau dos Insensatos'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THNWpLYT4G0/TpDpXTbnYVI/AAAAAAAAIio/m8AdC2S4Iog/s72-c/A%2BNau%2Bdos%2BInsensatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7906251485368938055</id><published>2011-10-08T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:18:00.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O sentido das representações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYYSQax44UE/TpB07I88VpI/AAAAAAAAIig/fVKNaDmdLlo/s1600/loucura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661153290968913554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYYSQax44UE/TpB07I88VpI/AAAAAAAAIig/fVKNaDmdLlo/s400/loucura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construir sentidos para as representações que Bosch coloca em seus trabalhos constitui-se em um dos mais instigantes desafios à nossa intuição. A racionalidade empobrecida se recusa a admitir que o imaginário possua sentidos ou significados relevantes; paradoxalmente, as formas e as cores atuam sobre nós, e todas as aberraçãos contidas na tela terminam por conformar uma nova estética, um novo olhar, novos olhos que se abrem em nossa própria interioridade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7906251485368938055?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7906251485368938055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7906251485368938055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-sentido-das-representacoes.html' title='O sentido das representações'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYYSQax44UE/TpB07I88VpI/AAAAAAAAIig/fVKNaDmdLlo/s72-c/loucura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8784007692113940682</id><published>2011-10-06T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:31:28.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflexão do Apóstolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4esptf9zQc/To5U_J-goTI/AAAAAAAAIg0/PtfyRfonAPg/s1600/lumixsampasabado%2B120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660555225637888306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4esptf9zQc/To5U_J-goTI/AAAAAAAAIg0/PtfyRfonAPg/s400/lumixsampasabado%2B120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-8784007692113940682?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8784007692113940682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8784007692113940682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflexao-do-apostolo.html' title='A Reflexão do Apóstolo'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4esptf9zQc/To5U_J-goTI/AAAAAAAAIg0/PtfyRfonAPg/s72-c/lumixsampasabado%2B120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1137418972132371182</id><published>2011-10-05T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:03:20.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Túnica de Nessus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...trata-se do mito da túnica de Nessus. Para que Héracles se&lt;br /&gt;unisse a ela pelo amor e pelo desejo, Dejanira envia-lhe uma magnífica túnica que&lt;br /&gt;tinha recebido de Nessus, embebida num filtro de amor; tratava-se, porém, dum&lt;br /&gt;filtro de morte, de tal modo que Héracles sentiu o seu corpo envenenado e as veias&lt;br /&gt;queimadas por uma chama inextinguível. O suicídio de Dejanira foi inútil. Somente o&lt;br /&gt;pôde salvar a sua transfiguração sacrificial pelo fogo no monte Oeta onde, todavia,&lt;br /&gt;sofreu a fulminação divina; através dela foi Héracles transportado para o Olimpo&lt;br /&gt;onde desposou Hebe, a juventude eterna. [...] A mulher elementar que se evocou, absorveu e se fez entrar no íntimo, pode transformar-se no princípio duma sede mortal e inextinguível. Nesse caso, só o fulminar olímpico poderá reconduzir ao objetivo original, imortalizante da união.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Július Évola, &lt;em&gt;A Metafísica do Sexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1137418972132371182?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1137418972132371182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1137418972132371182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/tunica-de-nessus.html' title='A Túnica de Nessus'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8244665037484376219</id><published>2011-10-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T09:24:34.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Souberas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh! Souberas quantas coisas dizem sobre o século vindouro, tiradas da Astrologia e dos nossos profetas! Afirmam que em cem anos a nossa época contém mais feitos memoráveis que o mundo inteiro em quatro mil; e que neste último século se editaram mais livros que nos cinqüenta anteriores. Falam também da maravilhosa invenção da imprensa, da pólvora e da bússola, coisas estas que constituem outros tantos indícios e instrumentos da reunião de todos os habitantes do mundo em um só redil. Expõem igualmente como tudo isso aconteceu enquanto tinham lugar grandes conjunções no triângulo de Câncer e no momento em que a ápiside de Mercúrio se adiantava a Escorpião, sob a influência da Lua e de Marte, com o seu poder para uma nova navegação, novos reinos e novas armas. Mas, quando a ápiside de Saturno entrar em Capricórnio, a de Mercúrio em Sagitário, e a de Marte em Virgo, depois das primeiras grandes conjunções e após o aparecimento de uma nova estrela em Cassiopéia, surgirá uma nova monarquia e reformar-se-ão as leis e as artes, ouvir-se-ão novos profetas.&lt;/em&gt; Texto de 1602, de CAMPANELLA, da obra UTOPIAS DO RENASCIMENTO, México: Ed. Fondo de Cultura Economica, 1941. P. 202, in SARAIVA, Antônio José. História da Cultura em Portugal, Lisboa: Jornal do Foro, 1955, Vol. II, p. 15/16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-8244665037484376219?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8244665037484376219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8244665037484376219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/souberas.html' title='Souberas...'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-9117522014080741913</id><published>2011-10-01T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:08:45.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro, Pedra, Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OpNUmS_Pov4/ToerUUsgvRI/AAAAAAAAIcA/NxlPbiNtG-8/s1600/sonyverinha%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658679822455454994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OpNUmS_Pov4/ToerUUsgvRI/AAAAAAAAIcA/NxlPbiNtG-8/s400/sonyverinha%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-9117522014080741913?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9117522014080741913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9117522014080741913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/10/pedro-pedra-papa.html' title='Pedro, Pedra, Papa'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OpNUmS_Pov4/ToerUUsgvRI/AAAAAAAAIcA/NxlPbiNtG-8/s72-c/sonyverinha%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4404840438710483614</id><published>2011-09-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:35:33.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7py__2mXCo/ToUclwXhl2I/AAAAAAAAIbU/jtnlT7raKqk/s1600/sonyverinha%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657959941825206114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7py__2mXCo/ToUclwXhl2I/AAAAAAAAIbU/jtnlT7raKqk/s400/sonyverinha%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um velário, sim. Só que este é tradicional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4404840438710483614?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4404840438710483614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4404840438710483614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/promessas.html' title='Promessas'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7py__2mXCo/ToUclwXhl2I/AAAAAAAAIbU/jtnlT7raKqk/s72-c/sonyverinha%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5096670562905351755</id><published>2011-09-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:09:59.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praticidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIORGChLvvU/ToSYLNQtw1I/AAAAAAAAIZ4/UQMTC5pnnik/s1600/lumixsampasabado%2B137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657814350189937490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIORGChLvvU/ToSYLNQtw1I/AAAAAAAAIZ4/UQMTC5pnnik/s400/lumixsampasabado%2B137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5096670562905351755?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5096670562905351755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5096670562905351755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/praticidade.html' title='Praticidade?'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIORGChLvvU/ToSYLNQtw1I/AAAAAAAAIZ4/UQMTC5pnnik/s72-c/lumixsampasabado%2B137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-96737175934916715</id><published>2011-09-20T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:17:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invidia</title><content type='html'>Os gregos fizeram da inveja um deus, pois a palavra &lt;em&gt;phthonos&lt;/em&gt;, que exprime esse defeito em grego, é uma palavra masculina; para os romanos, porém, era uma deusa chamada Invídia, palavra que derida do verbo que designa &lt;em&gt;olhar com maus olhos. &lt;/em&gt;Romanos e gregos, uns e outros, para se garantirem contra esse olhar, recorriam a várias práticas que hoje teríamos por supersticiosas. A inveja era representada como um velho espectro feminino de acentuada magreza. Sua cabeça e mãos eras cercadas de serpentes, os olhos eram fundos e estrábicos, a tez era lívida. Algumas vezes aparecia ao lado de uma hidra de sete cabeças. Uma cobra roía-lhe o coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-96737175934916715?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/96737175934916715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/96737175934916715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/invidia.html' title='Invidia'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-2973487982505047638</id><published>2011-09-18T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:59:50.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necrópole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJadLratQDs/TnaR5GtsGlI/AAAAAAAAIYc/WucnpbXxbow/s1600/Fotos%2BSony%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653866792451054162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJadLratQDs/TnaR5GtsGlI/AAAAAAAAIYc/WucnpbXxbow/s400/Fotos%2BSony%2B091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhar que se mora numa cidade nova e desconhecida significa morrer dentro em breve. De fato, os mortos habitam algures, não se sabe onde.&lt;/em&gt; Gerolamo Cardano, &lt;em&gt;Somniorum Synesiorum, &lt;/em&gt;Basilea, 1562, I, 58, &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;Eco, Umberto, O Pêndulo de Foucault, Record, Rio de Janeiro, 1989, p. 349&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-2973487982505047638?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2973487982505047638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/2973487982505047638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/necropole.html' title='Necrópole'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJadLratQDs/TnaR5GtsGlI/AAAAAAAAIYc/WucnpbXxbow/s72-c/Fotos%2BSony%2B091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4725173095907351515</id><published>2011-09-17T17:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:48:41.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretar o Mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sabedoria e loucura aparecem na natureza élfica como uma só e mesma coisa; e o são realmente quando a anima as representa. A vida é ao mesmo tempo significativa e louca. Se não rirmos de um dos aspectos e não especularmos acerca do outro, a vida se torna banal; e sua escala se reduz ao mínimo. Então so existe um sentido pequeno e um não-sentido igualmente pequeno. No fundo, nada significa algo, pois antes de existirem seres humanos pensantes não havia quem interpretasse os fenômenos. As interpretações só são necessárias aos que não entendem. Só o incompreensível tem que ser significado. O homem despertou num mundo que não compreendeu; por isso quer interpretá-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4725173095907351515?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4725173095907351515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4725173095907351515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/interpretar-o-mundo.html' title='Interpretar o Mundo?'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-983873923183139550</id><published>2011-09-15T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:32:26.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsehrBvVwKE/TnKVzEJYOhI/AAAAAAAAIWQ/ArpX_75KcUg/s1600/LumixReden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BS%25C3%25A1bado%2B241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652745186822339090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsehrBvVwKE/TnKVzEJYOhI/AAAAAAAAIWQ/ArpX_75KcUg/s400/LumixReden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BS%25C3%25A1bado%2B241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talvez haja uma expressão pré-formatada em tudo aquilo a que se atribui o caráter devocional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-983873923183139550?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/983873923183139550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/983873923183139550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/devocao.html' title='Devoção'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsehrBvVwKE/TnKVzEJYOhI/AAAAAAAAIWQ/ArpX_75KcUg/s72-c/LumixReden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BS%25C3%25A1bado%2B241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1234868714066612236</id><published>2011-09-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:12:24.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santos de Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pph202YMtBo/Tm1cXpOS65I/AAAAAAAAIVc/m_Xdt4STwRc/s1600/Fotos%2BSony%2B289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651274668692401042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pph202YMtBo/Tm1cXpOS65I/AAAAAAAAIVc/m_Xdt4STwRc/s400/Fotos%2BSony%2B289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OXnudNGcFw/Tm1XCs2vI6I/AAAAAAAAIVU/xJUKTOH2yeY/s1600/Fotos%2BSony%2B249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651268811331937186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OXnudNGcFw/Tm1XCs2vI6I/AAAAAAAAIVU/xJUKTOH2yeY/s400/Fotos%2BSony%2B249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1234868714066612236?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1234868714066612236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1234868714066612236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/santos-de-casa.html' title='Santos de Casa'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pph202YMtBo/Tm1cXpOS65I/AAAAAAAAIVc/m_Xdt4STwRc/s72-c/Fotos%2BSony%2B289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4716858488801890629</id><published>2011-09-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:31:31.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral de Pedra, Canela, RS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-18qWoJXf0eg/TmrL5JShEeI/AAAAAAAAIUs/exzo1VbMIQs/s1600/passeionaserra%2B390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650552865096274402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-18qWoJXf0eg/TmrL5JShEeI/AAAAAAAAIUs/exzo1VbMIQs/s400/passeionaserra%2B390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4716858488801890629?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4716858488801890629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4716858488801890629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/catedral-de-pedra-canela-rs.html' title='Catedral de Pedra, Canela, RS'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-18qWoJXf0eg/TmrL5JShEeI/AAAAAAAAIUs/exzo1VbMIQs/s72-c/passeionaserra%2B390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-5253475932589158352</id><published>2011-09-01T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:15:45.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segmento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49zMk7gTRm8/TmA7jwywSsI/AAAAAAAAISM/C1OjwTX9eGo/s1600/Fotos%2BSony%2B225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647579418301844162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49zMk7gTRm8/TmA7jwywSsI/AAAAAAAAISM/C1OjwTX9eGo/s400/Fotos%2BSony%2B225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igrejas são sempre solenes. Ainda as mais simples sempre têm alguma imponência, algum mínimo resquício de grandeza em seus prédios. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-5253475932589158352?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5253475932589158352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/5253475932589158352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/09/segmento.html' title='Segmento'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49zMk7gTRm8/TmA7jwywSsI/AAAAAAAAISM/C1OjwTX9eGo/s72-c/Fotos%2BSony%2B225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6012677140563183242</id><published>2011-08-28T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:09:16.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medifocus</title><content type='html'>Após a morte de Spencer Lewis em 1939, o movimento rosacruciano teve sempre a mesma administração? Por exemplo, durante alguns anos, antes de terminar, no início dos anos 70, alguns exercícios, como o “Medifocus”, tinham por objetivo influenciar personalidades políticas. Assim, no quadro de um programa humanitário, alguns nomes de responsáveis políticos eram seguidos de um nome código, descrevendo os pensamentos a transmitir, dos quais a idéia original era fundamentalmente uma ação benéfica para a humanidade, um esforço humanitário digno rumo à paz mundial. Era uma coisa boa ou um distanciamento? Será que o “Medifocus” respeitava o livre arbítrio das pessoas? Eis o código:&lt;br /&gt;ANKH: Reconheça nos homens os meios de expressão individual.&lt;br /&gt;TOLL: Seja tolerante em relação às concepções opostas.&lt;br /&gt;JOLE: Compreenda a necessidade de esforços para o idealismo universal.&lt;br /&gt;NEO: Sente a vaidade e o erro da guerra empreendida para o regramento dos diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;MAAT: A verdade deve prevalecer nas negociações para estabelecer a confiança.&lt;br /&gt;EXPED: Aplique a igualdade de princípio àquilo que, momentaneamente, pareça a propósito.&lt;br /&gt;DISC: Aplique os princípios da disciplina pessoal para o pleno uso de vossas faculdades.&lt;br /&gt;RECOG: Reconheça que os desejos físicos da humanidade não podem ser definitivamente suprimidos.&lt;br /&gt;GRANT: Reconheça e admita os apelos razoáveis que fazem os homens bem intencionados.&lt;br /&gt;POLL: Expresse suas emoções mais elevadas; elas constituem a verdadeira dignidade humana.&lt;br /&gt;NAT: Pense antes na humanidade; as teorias políticas devem ser considerações secundárias.&lt;br /&gt;FRUIT: Lembre-se de que os frutos da compaixão ultrapassam aqueles da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;SCALE: Dê-se conta de que a justiça consiste em estabelecer um termo justo entre os extremos.&lt;br /&gt;SUP: Saiba que não há povo com destino privilegiado; deve ser dada a cada homem a oportunidade de modelar o seu.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK: Examine o rosto de seus compatriotas. Veja aí refletidas as mesmas inquietudes, os mesmos temores e as mesmas esperanças que se acham em cada país.&lt;br /&gt;VICT: Pense nisso: o que é uma vitória que se estabelece sobre as ruínas e o desespero?&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/7901665516661476018-6012677140563183242?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6012677140563183242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6012677140563183242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/medifocus.html' title='Medifocus'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3286288003814893374</id><published>2011-08-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T17:48:09.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ1oJB-uwmo/TlmQMcuweMI/AAAAAAAAIQQ/crkRZyYkwcs/s1600/P1020432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 515px; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645702151430764738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ1oJB-uwmo/TlmQMcuweMI/AAAAAAAAIQQ/crkRZyYkwcs/s400/P1020432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3286288003814893374?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3286288003814893374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3286288003814893374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/catedral.html' title='Catedral'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ1oJB-uwmo/TlmQMcuweMI/AAAAAAAAIQQ/crkRZyYkwcs/s72-c/P1020432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6244165635795822717</id><published>2011-08-18T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:03:41.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenho Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YqXm2Gh2HQ/Tk22Uy-2qoI/AAAAAAAAIOc/NUdrCL0-4Xs/s1600/desenho%2Bm%25C3%25A1gico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642366376564140674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YqXm2Gh2HQ/Tk22Uy-2qoI/AAAAAAAAIOc/NUdrCL0-4Xs/s400/desenho%2Bm%25C3%25A1gico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6244165635795822717?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6244165635795822717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6244165635795822717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/desenho-magico.html' title='Desenho Mágico'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YqXm2Gh2HQ/Tk22Uy-2qoI/AAAAAAAAIOc/NUdrCL0-4Xs/s72-c/desenho%2Bm%25C3%25A1gico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4556473352810303682</id><published>2011-08-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:13:18.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagrama de Proteção de Bertiaux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EXz9Tl1Vw0/Tkx1MUywaxI/AAAAAAAAINw/9KLf8Y6jrNA/s1600/Prote%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642013287788866322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EXz9Tl1Vw0/Tkx1MUywaxI/AAAAAAAAINw/9KLf8Y6jrNA/s400/Prote%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4556473352810303682?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4556473352810303682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4556473352810303682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/diagrama-de-protecao-de-bertiaux.html' title='Diagrama de Proteção de Bertiaux'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EXz9Tl1Vw0/Tkx1MUywaxI/AAAAAAAAINw/9KLf8Y6jrNA/s72-c/Prote%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1708612413329400247</id><published>2011-08-11T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:19:36.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São Longuinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GCJ0tDMMdE/TkR_bS2HGcI/AAAAAAAAILc/y4-quwRj484/s1600/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639772740266695106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GCJ0tDMMdE/TkR_bS2HGcI/AAAAAAAAILc/y4-quwRj484/s400/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qualquer semelhança com o Arcano IX não deve ser mera coincidência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1708612413329400247?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1708612413329400247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1708612413329400247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/sao-longuinho.html' title='São Longuinho'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GCJ0tDMMdE/TkR_bS2HGcI/AAAAAAAAILc/y4-quwRj484/s72-c/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6803914833018358449</id><published>2011-08-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:49:51.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOVAMn6tJL0/Tj8yi8TcJ5I/AAAAAAAAIJQ/hFS5ZVtwous/s1600/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638280834375755666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOVAMn6tJL0/Tj8yi8TcJ5I/AAAAAAAAIJQ/hFS5ZVtwous/s400/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6803914833018358449?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6803914833018358449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6803914833018358449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/devocao.html' title='Devoção'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOVAMn6tJL0/Tj8yi8TcJ5I/AAAAAAAAIJQ/hFS5ZVtwous/s72-c/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7795808094507219941</id><published>2011-08-07T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:08:42.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A expressividade de Santo Onofre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQC3ywCc8X0/Tj8oxgfwFNI/AAAAAAAAIIo/EQgEGOqVyMs/s1600/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638270089492960466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQC3ywCc8X0/Tj8oxgfwFNI/AAAAAAAAIIo/EQgEGOqVyMs/s400/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7795808094507219941?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7795808094507219941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7795808094507219941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/expressividade-de-santo-onofre.html' title='A expressividade de Santo Onofre'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQC3ywCc8X0/Tj8oxgfwFNI/AAAAAAAAIIo/EQgEGOqVyMs/s72-c/nikonreden%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3258962547611447573</id><published>2011-08-04T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:42:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clair de lune, alegoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWmSZ1_tUbY/TjtX_dyLMQI/AAAAAAAAIH0/6ZnAn_RhG7s/s1600/clair%2Bde%2Blune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637196106422759682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWmSZ1_tUbY/TjtX_dyLMQI/AAAAAAAAIH0/6ZnAn_RhG7s/s400/clair%2Bde%2Blune.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3258962547611447573?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3258962547611447573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3258962547611447573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/clair-de-lune-alegoria.html' title='Clair de lune, alegoria'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWmSZ1_tUbY/TjtX_dyLMQI/AAAAAAAAIH0/6ZnAn_RhG7s/s72-c/clair%2Bde%2Blune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3842617444230321977</id><published>2011-08-03T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:59:10.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entronização</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CG24woY5Bjk/Tjnqy175F4I/AAAAAAAAIG8/xGGlei_56eY/s1600/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 531px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 414px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636794567823529858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CG24woY5Bjk/Tjnqy175F4I/AAAAAAAAIG8/xGGlei_56eY/s400/DSC01593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3842617444230321977?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3842617444230321977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3842617444230321977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/08/entronizacao.html' title='Entronização'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CG24woY5Bjk/Tjnqy175F4I/AAAAAAAAIG8/xGGlei_56eY/s72-c/DSC01593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7742892605355509647</id><published>2011-07-26T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:46:09.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Símbolos, Arquétipos e Mitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2YxMIdtIj0/Ti9fbDfyMJI/AAAAAAAAIFU/YfmceWOC6-o/s1600/pipe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633826577263505554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2YxMIdtIj0/Ti9fbDfyMJI/AAAAAAAAIFU/YfmceWOC6-o/s400/pipe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O símbolo sempre é ambíguo. Este é o segredo de sua finalidade. Já os arquétipos são um exemplo de padrões culturais. Eles mudam e também morrem. A cultura dá sentido ao mundo em que vivemos; mitos não se opõem à realidade, antes eles se constituem em formas de apreensão desta, uma espécie de estímulo ao pensamento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7742892605355509647?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7742892605355509647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7742892605355509647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/07/simbolos-arquetipos-e-mitos.html' title='Símbolos, Arquétipos e Mitos'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2YxMIdtIj0/Ti9fbDfyMJI/AAAAAAAAIFU/YfmceWOC6-o/s72-c/pipe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-723770446851174938</id><published>2011-07-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:11:05.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cemitérios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlrCBbPzeP8/TizQUMnSlAI/AAAAAAAAIEI/WXPXf5d1APs/s1600/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633106279335629826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlrCBbPzeP8/TizQUMnSlAI/AAAAAAAAIEI/WXPXf5d1APs/s400/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É na ritualização desses arquétipos naturais, diante dos quais nossa razão se mostra impotente para fornecer uma explicação, que a cultura cria seus símbolos. Identificar esses símbolos, palavras, comportamentos, hábitos, formas de construção, decifrar parte desse simbolismo, é algo que se coloca diante de nós como um desafio à sensibilidade, onde cada túmulo aparece como esfinge a interrogar e, ao mesmo tempo, a nos contar uma história toda construída com imagens, nomes, datas, frases, palavras, esculturas, enfim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-723770446851174938?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/723770446851174938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/723770446851174938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/07/cemiterios.html' title='Cemitérios'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlrCBbPzeP8/TizQUMnSlAI/AAAAAAAAIEI/WXPXf5d1APs/s72-c/Fotos%2Bde%2BSPIX%2B316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6071397844762589441</id><published>2011-07-17T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:55:27.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Imaginário</title><content type='html'>O imaginário do qual falo aqui, e que serve de base até mesmo ao título que escolhi para este blog, pode ser definido como um imenso sistema que abrange idéias e representações que os homens criam para dar sentido ao mundo, a si mesmos e à própria realidade que experimentam. Os homens estão constantemente empenhados na construção de discursos de toda ordem, aí incluídas as ideologias vigentes e sua expressão literária, artística, política e mesmo histórica. Os imaginário muda constantemente, e para bem se conhecer uma época é preciso penetrar o imaginário então vigente, identificando os homens que ali viveram, como e onde viveram, em que acreditavam e, sobretudo, o que esperavam do futuro. As crenças são uma das mais importantes expressões do imaginário, e ao longo da história muitos mestres conduziram homens no difícil caminho da construção de algo que pudesse dar e sustentar um sentido transcendente à vida. Aos Mestres do Imaginário assina-se uma importância fundamental na formação da identidade de cada tempo e lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6071397844762589441?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6071397844762589441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6071397844762589441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-imaginario.html' title='O Imaginário'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7311403081129485077</id><published>2011-07-16T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:17:03.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternidade</title><content type='html'>Existe no Universo um ponto, um sítio privilegiado, de onde todo o Universo se desvenda. Nós observamos a criação com instrumentos, telescópios, microscópios, etc. Mas, ali, bastaria ao observador encontrar-se nesse sítio privilegiado: num ápice, o conjunto dos fatos aparecer-lhe-ia, o espaço e o tempo se revelariam na totalidade e a última significação dos seus aspectos. Para fazer compreender aos alunos do primeiro ano o que poderia ser o conceito de eternidade, o padre jesuíta de um célebre colégio servia-se da seguinte imagem: "Imaginai que a Terra seja de bronze e que uma andorinha, de mil em mil anos, a roce com a sua asa. Quando desta forma a Terra tiver desaparecido, só então começará a eternidade..." Mas a eternidade não é apenas a infinita lentidão do tempo. É outra coisa que a duração. É preciso desconfiarmos das imagens. Servem para transportar a um nível de consciência mais baixo a ideia que não poderia respirar senão noutra altitude e entregam um cadáver no rés-do-chão. As únicas imagens capazes de transportar uma ideia superior são aquelas que criam um estado de surpresa na consciência, de expatriação, próprias para elevar essa consciência até ao nível onde vive a ideia em questão, onde é possível captá-la na sua frescura na sua força. Os ritos mágicos e a verdadeira poesia não têm outra finalidade. Eis porque não procuraremos dar uma "imagem" desse conceito do ponto para além do infinito. Será mais eficaz que dirijamos o leitor para o texto mágico e poético de Borges. Borges, na sua novela, utilizou os trabalhos dos Cabalistas, dos Alquimistas e as lendas muçulmanas. Outras lendas, igualmente antigas como a humanidade, evocam esse Ponto Supremo, esse Sítio Privilegiado. Mas a época em que vivemos tem de particular isto: o esforço da inteligência pura, aplicada à investigação afastada de toda a mística e de toda a metafísica, foi dar a concepções matemáticas que nos permitem racionalizar e compreender a ideia de transfinito.&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS PAUWELS E JACQUES BERGIER, O despertar dos mágicos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7311403081129485077?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7311403081129485077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7311403081129485077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/07/eternidade.html' title='Eternidade'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-1317139258840101529</id><published>2011-07-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:11:00.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4R5oGNWFbqo/TiDItIC9a6I/AAAAAAAAH98/1b0WOyQwh6U/s1600/image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629720211792685986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4R5oGNWFbqo/TiDItIC9a6I/AAAAAAAAH98/1b0WOyQwh6U/s400/image.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-1317139258840101529?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1317139258840101529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/1317139258840101529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/07/merci.html' title='Merci!'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4R5oGNWFbqo/TiDItIC9a6I/AAAAAAAAH98/1b0WOyQwh6U/s72-c/image.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-720044037185371870</id><published>2011-07-13T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:04:47.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curso Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnu82gMMVPA/Th4-q9nS_FI/AAAAAAAAH90/npYqpEMi0fU/s1600/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629005492074511442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnu82gMMVPA/Th4-q9nS_FI/AAAAAAAAH90/npYqpEMi0fU/s400/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-720044037185371870?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/720044037185371870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/720044037185371870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/07/curso-lunar.html' title='Curso Lunar'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnu82gMMVPA/Th4-q9nS_FI/AAAAAAAAH90/npYqpEMi0fU/s72-c/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-709959777832730925</id><published>2011-07-03T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:31:00.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigação de Silêncio</title><content type='html'>Com efeito, os pequenos mistérios convencionais são simplesmente símbolos de segredos muito mais profundos, e o Iniciado deve descobri-los conforme o programa da Iniciação. Estamos agora muito distantes das palavras, atitudes, gestos ou ritos mais ou menos complicados. Tudo o quanto afeta nossos sentidos não pode, de maneira alguma, traduzir o verdadeiro segredo, e ninguém jamais o divulgou, por ser de ordem puramente espiritual. A força de aprofundar, o pensador concebe aquilo que ninguém conseguirá penetrar sem observar certa disciplina mental. Esta disciplina é a dos Iniciados. Através das alusões simbólicas podem comunicar entre si seus segredos, mas nada, absolutamente, poderá entender quem não esteja preparado para compreendê-los. De outra parte, nada é mais perigoso que a verdade mal compreendida, daí a obrigação de calar imposta aos que sabem.&lt;br /&gt;OW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-709959777832730925?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/709959777832730925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/709959777832730925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/07/obrigacao-de-silencio.html' title='Obrigação de Silêncio'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-9091476426161880499</id><published>2011-06-30T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:42:13.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Individualismo</title><content type='html'>Quem diz individualismo diz, necessariamente, recusa em admitir uma autoridade superior ao indivíduo, tanto quanto uma faculdade de conhecimento superior à razão individual; ambas as coisas são inseparáveis uma da outra.&lt;br /&gt;René Guénon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-9091476426161880499?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9091476426161880499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/9091476426161880499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/individualismo.html' title='Individualismo'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7932734582760612980</id><published>2011-06-26T17:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:37:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRxghwWPFUY/TgfQBPwSCDI/AAAAAAAAH5c/ieUWwFweUTo/s1600/igrejasantateresinha%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622691379622840370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRxghwWPFUY/TgfQBPwSCDI/AAAAAAAAH5c/ieUWwFweUTo/s400/igrejasantateresinha%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foi um momento especial. Ficar só dentro de um templo religioso, num final de tarde, com nenhuma outra luz que não fosse a que atravessava os vitrais. Foi uma concessão especial, para que eu pudesse testar uma câmera fotográfica. O bastante para obter esta imagem e a da postagem anterior, de um maravilhoso afresco de Aldo Locatelli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7932734582760612980?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7932734582760612980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7932734582760612980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/sozinha.html' title='Sozinha'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRxghwWPFUY/TgfQBPwSCDI/AAAAAAAAH5c/ieUWwFweUTo/s72-c/igrejasantateresinha%2B054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3505339138371515133</id><published>2011-06-24T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:41:02.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbsfjTX9UiM/TgUgJ27kiuI/AAAAAAAAH2I/de3mcGbfM2g/s1600/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 519px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 488px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621935063578217186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbsfjTX9UiM/TgUgJ27kiuI/AAAAAAAAH2I/de3mcGbfM2g/s400/000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3505339138371515133?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3505339138371515133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3505339138371515133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/teresa.html' title='Teresa'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbsfjTX9UiM/TgUgJ27kiuI/AAAAAAAAH2I/de3mcGbfM2g/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-7939255526389116252</id><published>2011-06-22T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:21:07.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iluminação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rom3_Nb7yY/TgKTeBamBNI/AAAAAAAAH08/aPN0voKjIUg/s1600/nikon%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621217428897137874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rom3_Nb7yY/TgKTeBamBNI/AAAAAAAAH08/aPN0voKjIUg/s400/nikon%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-7939255526389116252?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7939255526389116252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/7939255526389116252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/iluminacao.html' title='Iluminação'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rom3_Nb7yY/TgKTeBamBNI/AAAAAAAAH08/aPN0voKjIUg/s72-c/nikon%2B088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-4554520474776454073</id><published>2011-06-16T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:06:39.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lua dos Mestres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIWTKCl2gDk/TfrESZnjC_I/AAAAAAAAHwU/xKCM0MMqZ-c/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 552px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619019305491565554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIWTKCl2gDk/TfrESZnjC_I/AAAAAAAAHwU/xKCM0MMqZ-c/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-4554520474776454073?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4554520474776454073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/4554520474776454073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/lua-dos-mestres.html' title='A Lua dos Mestres'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIWTKCl2gDk/TfrESZnjC_I/AAAAAAAAHwU/xKCM0MMqZ-c/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-888891943280885359</id><published>2011-06-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:11:11.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princípios</title><content type='html'>O indefinido é inesgotável analiticamente.&lt;br /&gt;R. Guénon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-888891943280885359?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/888891943280885359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/888891943280885359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/principios.html' title='Princípios'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-3188100015751900475</id><published>2011-06-11T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:08:31.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O sentido das Coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TgRj8ihRJAU/TfQAJahkpKI/AAAAAAAAHtw/3x4lzs20NQQ/s1600/santander%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 474px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617114796976809122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TgRj8ihRJAU/TfQAJahkpKI/AAAAAAAAHtw/3x4lzs20NQQ/s400/santander%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A magia é lúdica. Ela só funciona quando se brinca, quando nos faz ver de outro jeito a chamada verdade real. Papel e clips, um pouco de luz, uma varinha mágica e pronto. O real é aquilo que arbitramos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-3188100015751900475?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3188100015751900475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/3188100015751900475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-sentido-das-coisas.html' title='O sentido das Coisas'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TgRj8ihRJAU/TfQAJahkpKI/AAAAAAAAHtw/3x4lzs20NQQ/s72-c/santander%2B098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6609999423157671692</id><published>2011-06-01T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:01:47.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Propósito</title><content type='html'>Quem olha para fora, sonha; quem olha para dentro, acorda.&lt;br /&gt;Jung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6609999423157671692?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6609999423157671692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6609999423157671692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/06/proposito.html' title='A Propósito'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6644036633728400610</id><published>2011-05-29T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:54:48.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Água dos Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Nossos sonhos devem criar vida exteriormente. Para isso precisam ser regados com a água dos sonhos, a imaginação. Eis o simbolismo da carta da Estrela, o Arcano XVII, onde o elemento terra se encontra com o element água, harmoniosamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6644036633728400610?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6644036633728400610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6644036633728400610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/05/agua-dos-sonhos.html' title='Água dos Sonhos'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-313237301231891576</id><published>2011-05-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:01:36.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Romance da Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1N6TyS4iRxw/TeBAqtBDd2I/AAAAAAAAHnY/HfuuH-7g320/s1600/rosa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611556238086338402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1N6TyS4iRxw/TeBAqtBDd2I/AAAAAAAAHnY/HfuuH-7g320/s400/rosa4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se alguém deseja saber como deve ser chamado o Livro que agora inicio, ele se chamará O Romance da Rosa, e nele estão contidas todas as artes do Amor. O assunto é bom e novo; Deus queira que o receba com gosto aquela por quem inicio essa obra: ela vale tanto e é tão digna de ser amada que deve se chamar Rosa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme de Lorris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-313237301231891576?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/313237301231891576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/313237301231891576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-romance-da-rosa.html' title='O Romance da Rosa'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1N6TyS4iRxw/TeBAqtBDd2I/AAAAAAAAHnY/HfuuH-7g320/s72-c/rosa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-8309971984524644250</id><published>2011-05-08T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:51:04.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roda da Fortuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQfvXrVc5wE/TcdGTMWY2xI/AAAAAAAAHk8/BT4N7rdLOss/s1600/Roda%2Bda%2BFortuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 430px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525556832459538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQfvXrVc5wE/TcdGTMWY2xI/AAAAAAAAHk8/BT4N7rdLOss/s400/Roda%2Bda%2BFortuna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Para nós tampouco o intelecto é útil no confronto com a esfinge da Roda. Não podemos libertar nossas energias criativas com ginástica mental nem ludibriar o nosso destino humano com respostas espertas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLS, Sallie&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Jung e o tarô. Uma jornada arquetipica. Cultrix, São Paulo, 2007, p. 185.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-8309971984524644250?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8309971984524644250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/8309971984524644250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/05/roda-da-fortuna.html' title='Roda da Fortuna'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQfvXrVc5wE/TcdGTMWY2xI/AAAAAAAAHk8/BT4N7rdLOss/s72-c/Roda%2Bda%2BFortuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-6089035335847107739</id><published>2011-04-29T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:43:28.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6Kv5ydlp08/TbtnYt0Gr9I/AAAAAAAAHgo/zncwUVfGN8M/s1600/taro%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601184235878002642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6Kv5ydlp08/TbtnYt0Gr9I/AAAAAAAAHgo/zncwUVfGN8M/s400/taro%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901665516661476018-6089035335847107739?l=mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6089035335847107739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901665516661476018/posts/default/6089035335847107739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mestredoimaginario.blogspot.com/2011/04/chegou.html' title='Chegou!'/><author><name>Maristela Bleggi Tomasini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PZFv0EFWqQ/THcCcD5SffI/AAAAAAAAGAU/XX-yJIwI-xs/S220/DSC00290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6Kv5ydlp08/TbtnYt0Gr9I/AAAAAAAAHgo/zncwUVfGN8M/s72-c/taro%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901665516661476018.post-2603328621655820896</id><published>2011-04-15T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:27:28.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Preciosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOWjxr1lBak/TahjTkGCt_I/AAAAAAAAHdQ/c82S_C-SqLc/s1600/Preciosidade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595831724765526002" style="DISPLAY: block; 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