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João/Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11494187858369289385noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261469169152047653.post-84790375448795724272012-01-22T20:03:00.003Z2012-01-24T09:04:19.095Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Exposição sobre "O Natal no Mundo"</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Esy1uq6TpwE/TxxpGQHSxDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VZ26StLYaIk/s1600/Imagem+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Esy1uq6TpwE/TxxpGQHSxDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VZ26StLYaIk/s320/Imagem+002.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmrlyOHTYiM/TxxpQiKgGkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TGyH7UH8KNU/s1600/Imagem+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmrlyOHTYiM/TxxpQiKgGkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TGyH7UH8KNU/s320/Imagem+003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fXOM2Ifmgg/TxxpnjVlMvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cF3WekBc71A/s1600/Imagem+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fXOM2Ifmgg/TxxpnjVlMvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cF3WekBc71A/s320/Imagem+004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5Z-HsEr0ps/Txxp245dtFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7gNTBDKeFDM/s1600/Imagem+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5Z-HsEr0ps/Txxp245dtFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7gNTBDKeFDM/s320/Imagem+005.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HlTzMIDl7o/TxxqDcAi2CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ISPa3J3k4x8/s1600/Imagem+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HlTzMIDl7o/TxxqDcAi2CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ISPa3J3k4x8/s320/Imagem+007.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOWXA85ZC_Q/TxxqKschfLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eYtkZXv2SDE/s1600/Imagem+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOWXA85ZC_Q/TxxqKschfLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eYtkZXv2SDE/s320/Imagem+008.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261469169152047653-8479037544879572427?l=pmaternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luísa/M. João/Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11494187858369289385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261469169152047653.post-87828155740497478912011-11-14T16:18:00.000Z2011-11-14T16:18:08.614Z<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PdfXVdduSaQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261469169152047653-8782815574049747891?l=pmaternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luísa/M. João/Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11494187858369289385noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261469169152047653.post-84351837762270841522011-11-01T16:38:00.000Z2011-11-07T13:47:27.300Z<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>A língua que falas e escreves<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>é uma árvore de sons (...)<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>Esta é a árvore de tudo<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>o que se diz em português<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>por não precisar de ser dito<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>em alemão ou inglês,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>pois temos orgulho bastante<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>para fazermos da nossa língua,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>que já foi peregrina e navegante,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>a pedra mais preciosa,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>seja em verso seja em prosa.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>E o orgulho que temos<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>nesta<span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span>língua portuguesa,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>irá do berço para a escola<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>e da escola para a rua,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>pondo em cada palavra<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>uma pepita de ouro<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>e uma centelha de lua,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b>pois afinal<span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span>esta língua<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">será sempre minha e tua</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">José Jorge Letria,</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span><em style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Esta Língua Portuguesa</em></span></b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261469169152047653-8435183776227084152?l=pmaternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luísa/M. João/Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11494187858369289385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261469169152047653.post-73489090647601712882011-10-27T17:42:00.000+01:002011-10-27T17:59:30.342+01:00<table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: #FFCC99; border: solid #CC3300 1.0pt; margin-left: 4.35pt; mso-border-alt: solid #CC3300 .5pt; mso-cellspacing: .7pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 65.34%;"><tbody><tr> <td style="background: #FAEED4; border: none; padding: 3.15pt 3.15pt 3.15pt 3.15pt; width: 99.5%;" width="99%"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaAqg9L2bJA/TqmKhT-NhMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0fjxWImc490/s1600/Leta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaAqg9L2bJA/TqmKhT-NhMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0fjxWImc490/s200/Leta.jpg" width="163" /></a></div><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">Título: A borboleta Leta</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"> Autor: Maria de Lourdes Soares<br />Ilustração: Manuela Bacelar<br />Editora: Edições Afrontamento<br />Ano: 1998<br />“Era a borboleta Leta, com todas as cores do mundo. Amava o calor e a liberdade de voar de flor em flor...”</span></b></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: #FFCC99; border: solid #CC3300 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid #CC3300 .5pt; mso-cellspacing: .7pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 66.34%;"><tbody><tr> <td style="background: #FAEED4; border: none; padding: 3.15pt 3.15pt 3.15pt 3.15pt; width: 99.52%;" width="99%"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-js1wkqStC2E/TqmKsr40GbI/AAAAAAAAADE/JsL0mhSZxsU/s1600/Djuku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-js1wkqStC2E/TqmKsr40GbI/AAAAAAAAADE/JsL0mhSZxsU/s200/Djuku.jpg" width="163" /></a></div><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">Título: A viagem de Djuku</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"> Autor: Alain Corbel<br />Ilustração: Eric Lambé<br />Editora: Caminho<br />Ano: 2003<br />“No exacto momento em que parte, Djuku apercebe-se de que é a primeira vez que deixa a sua aldeia...”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><br /><table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: #FFCC99; border: solid #CC3300 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid #CC3300 .5pt; mso-cellspacing: .7pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 66.34%;"><tbody><tr> <td style="background: #FAEED4; border: none; padding: 3.15pt 3.15pt 3.15pt 3.15pt; width: 99.52%;" width="99%"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.25pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afUuGKXlPUg/TqmLCAiHbcI/AAAAAAAAADM/nW7g8CYwvXY/s1600/Ynari.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afUuGKXlPUg/TqmLCAiHbcI/AAAAAAAAADM/nW7g8CYwvXY/s200/Ynari.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">Título: Ynari, a menina das cinco tranças</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;"> Autor: Ondjaki<br />Ilustração: Danuta Wojciechowska<br />Editora: Caminho<br />Ano: 2004<br />“Era uma vez uma menina que tinha cinco tranças lindas e chamava-se Ynari...”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261469169152047653-7348909064760171288?l=pmaternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luísa/M. João/Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11494187858369289385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261469169152047653.post-17726061264835014122011-10-19T22:02:00.000+01:002011-10-19T22:34:58.013+01:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYde15b-H34/Tp9Azxsy8NI/AAAAAAAAACE/GBH-X2NeazY/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="126" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYde15b-H34/Tp9Azxsy8NI/AAAAAAAAACE/GBH-X2NeazY/s200/images+%25282%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Um mundo inteiro aberto às palavras<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Um monte de palavras apinhadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras que desejam ser pronunciadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Gesticuladas ou abraçadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras vivas inacabadas <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Destemidas ou silenciadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras cristalinas de menino <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras que mudam o destino <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras de amor…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras lengalengas cruzadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras trava-línguas delicadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavra manuscrita ou digitalizada<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Inocente ou estilizada<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Mas muitas, muitas palavras<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras do bem, veneradas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras do mal, inesperadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 13pt;">Palavras de amor…<o:p></o:p></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: 18px;">São esperança… São palavras</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6261469169152047653-1772606126483501412?l=pmaternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luísa/M. 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