Wie eine der langbeinigen Zikaden, Die immer fliegt und fliegend springt Und gleich im Gras ihr altes Liedchen singt; Und läg’ er nur noch immer in dem Grase! In jeden Quark begräbt er seine Nase. Goethe
sexta-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2011
Alô Defensoria
O Alô Defensoria é mais um canal de acesso da população cearense à assistência jurídica da Defensoria Pública. O serviço oferece um pré-atendimento ao assistido e o encaminha ao núcleo da Defensoria competente, já munido da listagem de documentos para proposituras de ações, proporcionando a humanização do atendimento ao público-alvo no Estado do Ceará.
Por intermédio de uma ligação gratuita (Nº 129), sem a necessidade de deslocamentos demorados e afastamento do trabalho e das atividades de rotina, descongestionando o Núcleo Central de Atendimento e demais Núcleos Descentralizados, poderá o assistido obter:
1) informações sobre horários e locais adequados de atendimento da Defensoria Pública, bem como documentos necessários para ingressar, se for o caso, com determinada ação judicial;
2) informações gerais sobre a fase do processo judicial já em andamento bem como qual Defensor Público poderá assisti-lo no respectivo feito;
3) orientação jurídica e esclarecimentos sobre cidadania e direitos, bem omo sobre os meios e modos próprios de exercê-los. O atendimento pode ser realizado das 8h às 17h, através de telefone fixo ou móvel (celular), para a Capital e todo o interior do Estado.
Por intermédio de uma ligação gratuita (Nº 129), sem a necessidade de deslocamentos demorados e afastamento do trabalho e das atividades de rotina, descongestionando o Núcleo Central de Atendimento e demais Núcleos Descentralizados, poderá o assistido obter:
1) informações sobre horários e locais adequados de atendimento da Defensoria Pública, bem como documentos necessários para ingressar, se for o caso, com determinada ação judicial;
2) informações gerais sobre a fase do processo judicial já em andamento bem como qual Defensor Público poderá assisti-lo no respectivo feito;
3) orientação jurídica e esclarecimentos sobre cidadania e direitos, bem omo sobre os meios e modos próprios de exercê-los. O atendimento pode ser realizado das 8h às 17h, através de telefone fixo ou móvel (celular), para a Capital e todo o interior do Estado.
domingo, 22 de maio de 2011
quarta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2010
sábado, 18 de setembro de 2010
The Raven *
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,"
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore? This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
"'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered,"Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said,"Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore,
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking, "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!"I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--- nevermore!
(by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,"
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore? This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
"'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered,"Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said,"Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore,
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking, "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!"I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--- nevermore!
(by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1845)
domingo, 12 de setembro de 2010
Procuradores elegem diretoria executiva e conselho fiscal da Associação
Leo Daubermann/Ascom
Foi realizada na sexta-feira (03), na sala de reuniões da Procuradoria-Geral do Estado (Proge-RR) a eleição e posse da nova Diretoria Executiva e do Conselho Fiscal da Associação dos Procuradores do Estado de Roraima (Aprorr), para completar o biênio 2009/2011. A Aprorr é afiliada à Associação Nacional de Procuradores de Estado (Anape).
Com a renúncia do presidente anterior, houve a necessidade de novo pleito. A diretoria ficou composta pelos procuradores do Estado Temair Carlos Siqueira, como presidente, Francisco Éliton Albuquerque, vice, Ana Cláudia Teixeira Medeiros Santana, secretária-geral, Ernani Batista dos Santos Júnior, diretor-executivo e Venilson Batista da Mata, que continua como tesoureiro. O procurador Aurélio Tadeu Menezes Cantuária Junior foi eleito membro do Conselho Fiscal.
Entre as propostas da nova gestão está o acompanhamento da elaboração e execução do orçamento de 2011, a cobrança para conclusão/aprovação do Regimento Interno da Proge e a elaboração e confecção de cédula funcional provisória, nos moldes da definitiva e aquisição da Carteira de couro com o brasão do Estado de Roraima e a inscrição “Procurador do Estado”.
De acordo com o presidente eleito, Temair Siqueira, a nova gestão vai se pautar pelo fortalecimento e valorização da carreira de procurador e na defesa das atribuições constitucionais da classe e de seus interesses, se propondo a participar de forma efetiva, na solução de problemas envolvendo questões salariais, de estrutura, condições de trabalho e regimento interno, representado da melhor forma possível os interesses dos procuradores.
A elaboração de um plano de trabalho para 2011 contendo um ciclo de palestras com autoridades de outros Estados e a contratação de uma empresa especializada para elaborar um plano plurianual de marketing da carreira de procurador do Estado de Roraima, também está entre as propostas da nova diretoria.
segunda-feira, 7 de setembro de 2009
CONTRAMARCA - GARDEL
En la larga siembra de mis años
medio indio pa'l querer
siempre fui esquivando
los zarpazos del amor...
Pero, en mi camino te cruzaste
y esa tarde pa' dolor,
con tus ojos criollos me chuziaste...
Y al yugo del cariño
me fui de yeno
chasquiandome por gueno,
confiao y noble,
sintiendome más pobre
que las arañas,
dispues que por tus mañas
cai bajo tu pial.
China cruel!... A que has venido?
Que buscas en este rancho?
Si pa' mi fuiste al olvido
y vive ya más ancho
mi gaucho corazón.
Y esa flor que mi cuchiyo
te Marco bien merecida,
la yevaras luciendo en el carriyo
pa' que nunca en la vida
olvides tu traición.
En el viejo pertigo de mi alma
no te vengas a enredar.
Tenes contramarca.
Sos ajena a este corral,
con que and'apurandote las tabas,
pa' tu bien o pa' tu mal,
y perdete en el portrero donde estabas.
Con un boton pa' muestra
tengo bastante
y soy de mucho aguante
pa' caer de nuevo.
De juro te lo ruego,
que al lado del tigre
es facil que peligren
las zorras como vos...
(Brancatti)
terça-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2009
Lanço meu canto em qualquer recanto,
Digo que fico, mas só por enquanto,
Tomei este rumo, por obra do encanto,
Não faço do pouso eterno descanso.
Não vendo meu peixe só tanto por tanto.
Apraz-me doá-lo, se cessa algum pranto.
Destinado a alcançar paragem por engano,
A nau que me toca sempre vai transitando.
Se me cria raiz, me apresso e me espanto.
Aos que não o conhecem anuncio meu canto.
domingo, 21 de setembro de 2008
domingo, 24 de agosto de 2008
“O desempenho das atividades de assessoramento jurídico no âmbito do Poder Executivo estadual traduz prerrogativa de índole constitucional outorgada aos Procuradores do Estado pela Carta Federal. A Constituição da República, em seu art. 132, operou uma inderrogável imputação de específica e exclusiva atividade funcional aos membros integrantes da Advocacia Pública do Estado, cujo processo de investidura no cargo que exercem depende, sempre, de prévia aprovação em concurso público de provas e títulos”
(STF, ADI 881-MC, Rel. Min. Celso de Mello, DJ 25/04/97).
C'est Ma Vie
Composição: Indisponível
Notre histoire a commencé
Par quelques mots d'amour
C'est fou ce qu'on s'aimait
Et c'est vrai tu m'as donné
Les plus beaux de mes jours
Mais je te les rendais
Je t'ai confié san pudeur
Les secrets de mon coeur
De chanson en chanson
Et mes rêves et mes je t'aime
Le meilleur de moi même
Jusqu'au moindre frisson
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
Ma candeur et mes vingt ans
Avaient su t'émouvoir
Je te couvrais de fleurs
Mais quand à mon firmament
J'ai vu des nuages noirs
J'ai senti ta froideur
Mes rires et mes larmes
La pluie et le soleil
C'est toi qui les régie
Je suis sous ton charme
Souvent tu m'émerveilles
Mais parfois tu m'oublies
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
J'ai choisi tes chaînes
Mes amours mes amis
Savent que tu me tiens
Et devant toi, sur scène
Je trouve ma patrie
Dans tes bras je suis bien
Et le droit d'être triste
Quand parfois j'ai coeur gros
Je te l'ai sacrifié
Mais devant toi j'existe
Je gagne le gros lot
Je me sens sublimé
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
Notre histoire a commencé
Par quelques mots d'amour
C'est fou ce qu'on s'aimait
Et c'est vrai tu m'as donné
Les plus beaux de mes jours
Mais je te les rendais
Je t'ai confié san pudeur
Les secrets de mon coeur
De chanson en chanson
Et mes rêves et mes je t'aime
Le meilleur de moi même
Jusqu'au moindre frisson
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
Ma candeur et mes vingt ans
Avaient su t'émouvoir
Je te couvrais de fleurs
Mais quand à mon firmament
J'ai vu des nuages noirs
J'ai senti ta froideur
Mes rires et mes larmes
La pluie et le soleil
C'est toi qui les régie
Je suis sous ton charme
Souvent tu m'émerveilles
Mais parfois tu m'oublies
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
J'ai choisi tes chaînes
Mes amours mes amis
Savent que tu me tiens
Et devant toi, sur scène
Je trouve ma patrie
Dans tes bras je suis bien
Et le droit d'être triste
Quand parfois j'ai coeur gros
Je te l'ai sacrifié
Mais devant toi j'existe
Je gagne le gros lot
Je me sens sublimé
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie
Je n'y peux rien
C'est elle qui m'a choisi
C'est ma vie, c'est pas l'enfer
C'est pas le paradis
quarta-feira, 30 de julho de 2008
Agnello di Dio che togli i peccati del mondo abbi pietà di noi.
“A questão da Defensoria Pública, portanto, não pode (e não deve) ser tratada de maneira inconseqüente, porque, de sua adequada organização e efetiva institucionalização, depende a proteção jurisdicional de milhões de pessoas - carentes e desassistidas - que sofrem inaceitável processo de exclusão que as coloca, injustamente, à margem das grandes conquistas jurídicas e sociais" (STF, ADI 2903, Min. Celso de Mello – j. 01/12/2005).
“A questão da Defensoria Pública, portanto, não pode (e não deve) ser tratada de maneira inconseqüente, porque, de sua adequada organização e efetiva institucionalização, depende a proteção jurisdicional de milhões de pessoas - carentes e desassistidas - que sofrem inaceitável processo de exclusão que as coloca, injustamente, à margem das grandes conquistas jurídicas e sociais" (STF, ADI 2903, Min. Celso de Mello – j. 01/12/2005).
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