<?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-3127258903519863271</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:30:47.620-07:00</updated><category term='ESCOLA DE SÃO ROQUE'/><category term='ESCOLA SRª de CAMPANHÃ'/><category term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><category term='O Aquário'/><category term='outras obras'/><category term='Princesas'/><category term='Piratas'/><category term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><category term='A maior Flor do Mundo'/><category term='Fadas'/><category term='À roda da &quot;Maior Flor do Mundo&quot;'/><category term='A árvore dos abraços'/><category term='ESCOLA DO CERCO'/><category term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><category term='Príncipes'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>Ler é preciso! 1ºCiclo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1716317690573450419</id><published>2011-05-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:23:56.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Recontando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 420px; 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HEIGHT: 297px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=110512100153-2d2a7d7041e0400abaca6ba142317da3&amp;amp;docName=quadras_a_maior_flor_do_mundo&amp;amp;username=escoladofalcao&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=a%20maior%20flor%20do%20mundo%20quadras&amp;amp;et=1305194955571&amp;amp;er=39"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:297px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=110512100153-2d2a7d7041e0400abaca6ba142317da3&amp;amp;docName=quadras_a_maior_flor_do_mundo&amp;amp;username=escoladofalcao&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=a%20maior%20flor%20do%20mundo%20quadras&amp;amp;et=1305194955571&amp;amp;er=39"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Turma 4ºB, EB1/JI da Corujeira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-3543711555316680864?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3543711555316680864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3543711555316680864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3543711555316680864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3543711555316680864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/05/maior-flor-do-mundo-em-quadras.html' title='A maior flor do mundo em quadras'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-489693517458331999</id><published>2011-05-11T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:20:47.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Construção de flores em tecido</title><content type='html'>Com amostras de tecido, construímos flores para oferecer no &lt;strong&gt;Dia da Mãe&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Começámos por recortar pequenos quadrados de tecidos e, em seguida, dobramo-los de maneira a obtermos um triângulo. Com linha e agulha, cosemos os dois lados abertos de cada triângulo, juntando vários na mesma linha.&lt;br /&gt;E assim surgiu uma bela flor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turma 4ºB, EB1/JI da Corujeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2017612633090157766&amp;amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2017612633090157766&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&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/3127258903519863271-489693517458331999?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/489693517458331999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=489693517458331999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/489693517458331999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/489693517458331999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/05/construcao-de-flores-em-tecido.html' title='Construção de flores em tecido'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-6831518473678970919</id><published>2011-05-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:10:27.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Primeiro contacto com “A Maior Flor do Mundo” de José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O nosso primeiro contacto com a obra agregadora do nosso agrupamento foi na biblioteca da escola. A professora Beatriz leu a história e mostrou algumas imagens. À medida que a professora lia, nós tentávamos encontrar algumas palavras que nos tinham sido dadas previamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turma 4ºB, EB1/JI da Corujeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-27.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1297036692710456871&amp;amp;site=widget-27.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-6831518473678970919?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6831518473678970919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=6831518473678970919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6831518473678970919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6831518473678970919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/05/primeiro-contacto-com-maior-flor-do.html' title='Primeiro contacto com “A Maior Flor do Mundo” de José Saramago'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-4937490768904923405</id><published>2011-04-28T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:24:52.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A maior Flor do Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Um bolo de anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Inês fez sete anos e celebrou-os com todos os colegas da turma. Este é um acontecimento habitual, mas desta vez foi difícil cortar e comer o bolo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava queimado? Sabia mal? ... Não, nada disso. O bolo que a mãe lhe fez era tão original que merece ser falado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais uma vez, Saramago deu o mote e vejam que bonito ficou o bolo da Inês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parabéns aos pais que conseguem interagir desta forma com a Escola, criando pontos de encontro a partir de dinâmicas que nela se desenvolvem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;il=1&amp;channel=1297036692710394523&amp;site=widget-9b.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2213084479076299634</id><published>2011-04-11T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:11:18.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='À roda da &quot;Maior Flor do Mundo&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Das flores nascem poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o 1.º A da Corujeira versejou assim:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vi a tulipa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao pé da tia Filipa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela era amarela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E muito catita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vi uma margarida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao pé da Guida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela estava partida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas era colorida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vi uma camélia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao pé da Amélia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A menina cortou a flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E deu-a à Ofélia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2213084479076299634?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2213084479076299634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7045805168218636142</id><published>2011-04-06T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:50:24.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A maior Flor do Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>A nossa Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O 1.ºA ouviu a história de José Saramago, falou muito sobre ela e resolveu juntar rolos vazios de papel higiénico, restos de tecidos, revistas velhas, um balde sem asa que ia para o lixo ... e, com todo esse material, construir a sua &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;maior flor, &lt;/i&gt;tão grande que desse a volta à sala.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta flor é uma flor muito especial, porque ela representa tudo o que precisa da nossa atenção e ajuda. Para a Iara, é a gata marota que o pai queria fazer voltar para a rua, para a professora é uma amiga doente que sentia falta de carinho, para o Gomes é a mãe que, quando está cansada, precisa de um  afago... Para regar a nossa flor, descobrimos uma água também especial e com ela enchemos um regador bem grande que penduramos numa das paredes da sala.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No final, faltou algum material, mas, mesmo assim, a flor que foi construída é bem grande e enche os olhos a todos os que nos visitam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1441151880785972173&amp;amp;site=widget-cd.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1441151880785972173&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-7045805168218636142?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7045805168218636142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7045805168218636142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7045805168218636142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7045805168218636142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/04/nossa-flor.html' title='A nossa Flor'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-4087668160067929339</id><published>2011-03-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:54:02.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A maior Flor do Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>A maior Flor do Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;O &lt;b&gt;1.º A&lt;/b&gt; ouviu a história de José Saramago com  muita atenção e tentou recontá-la, usando as letras que dominava em fevereiro: as &lt;b&gt;vogais &lt;/b&gt;e as  consoantes &lt;b&gt;p /t /l / d /m /c /q / n / v / r    &lt;/b&gt;e os casos&lt;b&gt; rr / [r] / ar-er-ir-or-ur /al-el-il-ol-ul / ã-õe-ão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4Q2GF5Akn8/TY5ssW912RI/AAAAAAAAA30/PmjSae8PNTE/s1600/digitalizar0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXoaGwnQflQ/TY5tZSkCMFI/AAAAAAAAA4M/EYhCVs4c254/s400/texto_flor.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588524468860498002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-5UmyM7irA/TY5tO02CC4I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Ow4UD-Br9OM/s400/digitalizar0014.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 356px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588524289084230530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TURMA 1.º A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-4087668160067929339?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4087668160067929339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=4087668160067929339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/4087668160067929339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/4087668160067929339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-1.html' title='A maior Flor do Mundo'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXoaGwnQflQ/TY5tZSkCMFI/AAAAAAAAA4M/EYhCVs4c254/s72-c/texto_flor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8086009854706057839</id><published>2011-03-12T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:52:11.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>O Soldadinho de Chumbo em marionetas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comemorámos a Semana da Leitura da Escola do Falcão com a apresentação do conto literário “O Soldadinho de Chumbo” de Hans Christian Andersen. Este conto pertence ao Plano Nacional de Leitura e foi trabalhado na nossa sala de forma a poder ser apresentado através de marionetas de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Recebemos na nossa sala as turmas do pré-escolar, 1º ano e 3º ano de escolaridade. Para as turmas dos meninos mais pequeninos apresentaram a história os meninos do 2º ano, para os meninos mais crescidos foram os alunos do 4º ano que apresentaram.&lt;br /&gt;Gostámos muito de trabalhar esta história, porque fala de amor, da estima pelos brinquedos e da magia que é brincar. Além disso fala também de sentimentos como o amor, a perda, a coragem, a alegria, o destino e da grande aventura que é esta vida. Relata o caso de uma deficiência e insere valores de respeito, auto-estima e coragem para seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Adorámos construir as marionetas, inventar sons e de apresentar a história aos nossos colegas.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos que também tenham gostado! Aqui ficam algumas imagens para relembrar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-5e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2305843009241196126&amp;amp;site=widget-5e.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009241196126&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&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/3127258903519863271-8086009854706057839?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8086009854706057839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=8086009854706057839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8086009854706057839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8086009854706057839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-soldadinho-de-chumbo-em-marionetas.html' title='O Soldadinho de Chumbo em marionetas...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-9083131473751688791</id><published>2011-03-12T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:43:37.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>Aqui há palhaços!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RA5xBTpQR8I/TXtNCx2sFwI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7w2peZ2J0hg/s1600/aqui%2Bh%25C3%25A1%2Bpalha%25C3%25A7os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583140873193658114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RA5xBTpQR8I/TXtNCx2sFwI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7w2peZ2J0hg/s400/aqui%2Bh%25C3%25A1%2Bpalha%25C3%25A7os.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com base neste livro realizámos algumas peças de teatro na nossa sala de aula. Esta obra reúne textos que foram escritos por dois consagrados autores da literatura para crianças: António Torrado e Maria Alberta Menéres. Estas peças de teatro revelam as aventuras e desventuras dos palhaços Anacleto e Emilinho. A peça de teatro que apresentámos a todas as turmas da nossa escola na Semana da Leitura foi : “ Anacleto no consultório”. Foi muito divertido, eis algumas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;2ºA – Escola do Falcão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583142197814794786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGObpmlYhE4/TXtOP4c-miI/AAAAAAAAA3k/2EmL6NVS_-c/s400/palha%25C3%25A7os.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-9083131473751688791?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/9083131473751688791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=9083131473751688791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/9083131473751688791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/9083131473751688791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/03/aqui-ha-palhacos.html' title='Aqui há palhaços!'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RA5xBTpQR8I/TXtNCx2sFwI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7w2peZ2J0hg/s72-c/aqui%2Bh%25C3%25A1%2Bpalha%25C3%25A7os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8403764916625253164</id><published>2011-02-22T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:53:03.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>A Cidade dos Cães em poesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPMW1q213_s/TWO2yn2V-VI/AAAAAAAABBo/zNjVEiBfWq8/s1600/cid_dos%2Bcaes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576501744421435730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPMW1q213_s/TWO2yn2V-VI/AAAAAAAABBo/zNjVEiBfWq8/s200/cid_dos%2Bcaes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Num mundo de animais,&lt;br /&gt;nomeadamente de cães…&lt;br /&gt;Onde eram todos iguais,&lt;br /&gt;estes animais eram todos especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinemas com cheiros,&lt;br /&gt;móveis especiais&lt;br /&gt;Até o cabeleireiro,&lt;br /&gt;faz tosquias radicais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo, não havia poluição,&lt;br /&gt;era perfeito de facto…&lt;br /&gt;Um dia um belo cão,&lt;br /&gt;muito sabichão,&lt;br /&gt;decidiu fazer uma eleição.&lt;br /&gt;Kaiser o mais feroz, ganhou logo no acto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiser era ditador,&lt;br /&gt;acabou com a cidade paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em seu redor,&lt;br /&gt;de vez perdeu o juízo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos passaram fome,&lt;br /&gt;causa do ditador …&lt;br /&gt;Agora ninguém dorme,&lt;br /&gt;com o peso da dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiser ficou raivoso,&lt;br /&gt;seus súbditos levados para os matos …&lt;br /&gt;Quem lhes deu um grande gozo,&lt;br /&gt;foram simplesmente os gatos!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576499904415234674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwC73w2CnJc/TWO1HhSrenI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ClKKFBfMmbA/s400/cidade%2Bdos%2Bc%25C3%25A3es.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576501222446939554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ez0ZgZM29tc/TWO2UPV7PaI/AAAAAAAABBg/0yBYZZn08zQ/s400/cidade%2Bdos%2Bc%25C3%25A3es%2B1.png" /&gt;Trabalho colectivo da turma do 3ºA da Escola do Falcão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-8403764916625253164?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8403764916625253164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=8403764916625253164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8403764916625253164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8403764916625253164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/02/cidade-dos-caes-em-poesia.html' title='A Cidade dos Cães em poesia...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPMW1q213_s/TWO2yn2V-VI/AAAAAAAABBo/zNjVEiBfWq8/s72-c/cid_dos%2Bcaes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1179293005058009708</id><published>2011-02-21T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:53:43.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>A Maior Árvore do Mundo em BD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os alunos do 4º ano da turma do 2º/4ºB da Escola do Falcão, no âmbito do projecto “Ler é preciso!”, estudámos a obra agregadora “A Maior Flor do Mundo” de José Saramago e decidimos recriá-la em banda desenhada.&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui está o trabalho que seleccionámos para vos apresentar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576287736455045874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3W6xR8qBq98/TWL0JuDFIvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/TP42IFxRGNA/s400/BD_Maior_Flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clica para aumentar&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/3127258903519863271-1179293005058009708?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1179293005058009708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1179293005058009708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1179293005058009708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1179293005058009708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/02/maior-arvore-do-mundo-em-bd.html' title='A Maior Árvore do Mundo em BD'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3W6xR8qBq98/TWL0JuDFIvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/TP42IFxRGNA/s72-c/BD_Maior_Flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-5538472133851422253</id><published>2011-01-28T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T01:45:11.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os alunos do 1º ano da Escola do Falcão, depois de verem a história "A Maior Flor do Mundo" projectada no quadro interactivo e de a ouvirem, contada pela Professora Bibliotecária Maria do Céu, deram asas à imaginação e ilustraram em papel e reproduziram em plasticina a maior flor do mundo. Vejam as habilidades dos nossos meninos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-15.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1873497445013118229&amp;amp;site=widget-15.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-5538472133851422253?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5538472133851422253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=5538472133851422253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5538472133851422253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5538472133851422253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/01/os-alunos-do-1-ano-da-escola-do-falcao.html' title=''/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1135847295990352741</id><published>2011-01-24T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:53:59.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>"A maior flor do mundo" a rimar...</title><content type='html'>Um dia, o pai e o filho&lt;br /&gt;Um campo foram visitar,&lt;br /&gt;Onde descobriram &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yUZbifpil4/TT3eL-X62ZI/AAAAAAAABAE/O8dD7XL2aSs/s1600/a_maior_flor_do_mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565849011803052434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yUZbifpil4/TT3eL-X62ZI/AAAAAAAABAE/O8dD7XL2aSs/s400/a_maior_flor_do_mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas de encantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a asneira tinha que aparecer&lt;br /&gt;E tudo ali estragar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o pai uma árvore foi colher&lt;br /&gt;E o menino um escaravelho chatear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino, quando chegou a casa,&lt;br /&gt;Quis logo no escaravelho tocar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o soltou&lt;br /&gt;Ele começou a voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino não ligou&lt;br /&gt;Então foi brincar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o encontrou&lt;br /&gt;Foi para o chatear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando viu o rio&lt;br /&gt;Foi logo atravessar&lt;br /&gt;E já no outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor foi encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a flor estava tão murcha&lt;br /&gt;Que se pôs a perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Se a ia deixar assim&lt;br /&gt;Ou se a ia regar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidiu que a ia regar&lt;br /&gt;Para ela bem ficar &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yUZbifpil4/TT3eZDcVBcI/AAAAAAAABAM/E6CXyZvKYpU/s1600/a_maior_flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565849236502021570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yUZbifpil4/TT3eZDcVBcI/AAAAAAAABAM/E6CXyZvKYpU/s200/a_maior_flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no fim, a flor&lt;br /&gt;Ainda o foi aconchegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pais aflitos&lt;br /&gt;Foram no logo procurar,&lt;br /&gt;Encontraram-no debaixo da flor&lt;br /&gt;Aconchegado a descansar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já na aldeia,&lt;br /&gt;Só dele se ouvia falar&lt;br /&gt;Mais do escaravelho&lt;br /&gt;E da flor de maravilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB1/JI do Falcão&lt;br /&gt;Aluna: Patrícia Silva – 4º A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1135847295990352741?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1135847295990352741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1135847295990352741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1135847295990352741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1135847295990352741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-o-pai-e-o-filho-um-campo-foram.html' title='&quot;A maior flor do mundo&quot; a rimar...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yUZbifpil4/TT3eL-X62ZI/AAAAAAAABAE/O8dD7XL2aSs/s72-c/a_maior_flor_do_mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-637688333909798984</id><published>2010-07-05T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T02:15:04.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piratas'/><title type='text'>Os medos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O pirata Crispim tinha medo da água, era hidrófobo, mas ele não é o único.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há muita gente que também tem medo de alguma coisa, só que não diz, por vergonha ou pormedo. Na nossa sala, depois de ouvirmos a história do pirata hidrófobo, falámos dos nossos medos e descobrimos que há meninos e meninas que têm medo das mesmas coisas. Também quisemos saber o nome dos nossos medos e, por isso, fomos pesquisar como se chamam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Descobrimos que há imensos medos, alguns bem esquisitos e com nomes muito difíceis de dizer. Depois, desenhámos e fizemos o álbum dos nossos medos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gostámos de fazer este trabalho porque foi interessante, divertimo-nos e aprendemos que quando falamos do nosso medo, ele fica mais pequeno dentro da nossa cabeça. E como diz o nosso colega Baldomero “ Não faz mal ter medo, toda a gente tem. O importante é arranjarmos maneiras de o combater até ele desaparecer”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ficam aqui algumas páginas do nosso álbum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Turma 3º A - Escola da Corujeira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=158032488&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=158032488"&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/3127258903519863271-637688333909798984?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/637688333909798984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=637688333909798984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/637688333909798984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/637688333909798984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-medos.html' title='Os medos'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-5409325725423264848</id><published>2010-06-12T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:20:51.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piratas'/><title type='text'>História de Espelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:420px;height:297px" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>A fada Oriana</title><content type='html'>A turma do 3ºA da Escola da Corujeira escreveu, com símbolos, a história da fada Oriana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A história quase pode ser lida só através dos símbolos desenhados por cima das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;As paredes do corredor ficaram cheias de palavras e imagens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam as fotografias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480170982432566082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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em conta quando o trabalho começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito gentilmente, o André andou de turma em turma, desenhou o Pedro, falou do que é necessário saber para se ilustrar uma texto e ensinou algumas dicas para se poder "desenhar" emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a disponibilidade e atenção, o nosso muito obrigado, ANDRÉ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam aqui algumas imagens dessa "viagem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 375px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1441151880783962588&amp;amp;site=widget-dc.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-8402704514042023957?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7220758190683583310</id><published>2010-05-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:52:45.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>"Uma história de espelhos" - personagens secundárias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A personagem principal do conto “Uma história de espelhos” de Luísa Amaral é a gata Papoila e, certo dia, ao mirar-se no espelho lá de casa, em vez de ver a sua imagem reflectida, viu três personagens que começaram a falar com ela e a contarem-lhe os seus problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro começou a falar uma jovem bonita de cabelos compridos que usava um vestido com brilhantes, chamada Princesa Aurora. Os seus principais problemas eram: ter que ser sempre boazinha; ser adorada e protegida por ministros, pajens e aias; ter sempre a pele branquinha; ter que se casar com um príncipe do reino vizinho por indicação do pai. Mas a Princesa Aurora desejava ser técnica de computadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470766777539971666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S-wRZhhHSlI/AAAAAAAAA0s/QtiuctwnyHU/s400/princesas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda personagem a surgir foi a Fada Belaira que era uma senhora mais velha, com um diadema de flores e folhas entrançadas na cabeça. O principal problema da fada era ter perdido a varinha de condão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470766395527066898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S-wRDSaI9RI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5LjS8_cPHeQ/s400/fadas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, apareceu o Pirata-dos-sete-mares-mais-que-desconhecidos que era um homem de bigodes grandes, chapéu de três bicos, uma venda num olho e gancho numa mão. O pirata era infeliz porque perdeu o jeito para assaltar navios, não era capaz de saltar agarrado ao cordame para a proa de outro navio, já precisava de óculos e como leu mal uma carta marítima foi parar ao centro de um redemoinho e depois de várias peripécias aterrou num lago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470766555045337154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S-wRMkqQmEI/AAAAAAAAA0k/bwfN6DXIHiU/s400/piratas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Turma 3ºB - Escola da Corujeira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-7220758190683583310?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7220758190683583310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7220758190683583310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7220758190683583310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7220758190683583310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-historia-de-espelhos-personagens.html' title='&quot;Uma história de espelhos&quot; - personagens secundárias'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S-wRZhhHSlI/AAAAAAAAA0s/QtiuctwnyHU/s72-c/princesas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-5425675582990376137</id><published>2010-05-13T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:57:06.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><title type='text'>"O Segredo do Arco-Íris" em verso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O conto que lemos&lt;br /&gt;De um segredo nos falava&lt;br /&gt;E nem o Rei Mali&lt;br /&gt;e a Rainha Luana imaginava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limões amarelos em vez de laranjas&lt;br /&gt;Lagartixas verdes em vez de salamandras&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo ao “calha”&lt;br /&gt;Que o príncipe Igor apanhava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que ouvia, via e sentia&lt;br /&gt;Como mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas, afinal o que é que&lt;br /&gt;O príncipe Igor tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondeu o Prof. Euluminado&lt;br /&gt;Que do mal não morreria&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não tem cura&lt;br /&gt;Poderá vir a ser rei&lt;br /&gt;E um rei de bravura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Incolorismo” é o nome&lt;br /&gt;Do problema que Igor tem&lt;br /&gt;Não vê as cores&lt;br /&gt;Mas com o coração imagina-as bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de conhecer Íris&lt;br /&gt;O seu coração despertou&lt;br /&gt;E com o poder da mente&lt;br /&gt;O seu problema curou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turma 2ºAno - EB1/JI Senhora de Campanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; 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em verso'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7435547819838207026</id><published>2010-05-13T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:34:38.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Príncipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><title type='text'>Resumo de "Os Segredos do Arco-Íris"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A turma do 2º ano da Escola EB1/JI Senhora de Campanhã trabalhou o conto “Os Segredos do Arco-íris” da obra &lt;em&gt;Pincesas, Príncipes, Fadas e Piratas com Problemas&lt;/em&gt;. A história foi resumida e contada em verso. No final foi ilustrada dando origem a um cartaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Os Segredos do Arco-Íris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um Príncipe chamado Igor, que vivia num castelo com os seus pais, a Rainha Luana e o Rei Mali.&lt;br /&gt;O Igor tinha uma irmã que estava doente. Um dia, a sua irmã pediu-lhe que fosse buscar uma laranja ao pomar. Igor hesitou, mas fez a vontade à sua irmã Lícia. Quando o Igor chegou trouxe um limão na mão e a irmã disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Isto não é uma laranja, é um limão!&lt;br /&gt;Igor ficou aborrecido, mas sorriu. Foi ter com o seu pai, o Rei Mali. O seu pai pediu-lhe que apanhasse o fogo e o Igor ficou muito quieto.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, o Rei Mali fez o último teste ao Igor. Pediu-lhe que fosse buscar uma salamandra amarela. O Igor ficou quieto, mas fez a vontade ao Rei Mali, o seu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Igor chegou ao castelo, trouxe uma lagartixa verde. O Rei Mali achou muito estranho e chamou um sábio, o Professor Euluminado.&lt;br /&gt;O Professor Euluminado disse à Rainha Luana e ao Rei Mali, que o Igor não conseguia distinguir as cores e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Só há uma palavra correcta para esta doença, é Incolorísmo. Mas isso não o impede de pegar na espada? Não o impede de montar um cavalo? O Igor pode não distinguir as cores, mas tem outros bons sentidos, como o tacto, a audição e o olfacto. Entretanto, a sua irmã disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Igor, podes ir buscar uma maça vermelha?&lt;br /&gt;- Isso é fácil – disse o Igor. Consigo distinguir pelo cheiro, são as maçãs mais docinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Igor foi ao bosque e encontrou uma menina descalça. Igor perguntou à menina:&lt;br /&gt;- Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu chamo-me Íris e tu?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou o Príncipe Igor.&lt;br /&gt;- Como podes ser um Príncipe! Não tens um elefante, nem um turbante!&lt;br /&gt;- Um elefante! E o que é um turbante?&lt;br /&gt;- Um turbante é uma espécie de coroa. Na minha terra, os Reis têm que usar um turbante e têm que ter um elefante. A minha mãe disse que as coisas eram diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;- Igor, agora tenho que ir.&lt;br /&gt;- Íris, posso ir contigo?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei, vou perguntar à minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;A mãe da Íris disse que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Igor entrou e logo que entrou cheirou um aroma. Pôs as suas mãos na tinta lilás e pareceu-lhe ter visto o lilás. Perguntou à Íris qual era a sua cor preferida e ela respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- A minha cor preferida é o laranja e a tua?&lt;br /&gt;- Não tenho cor preferida – disse o Igor&lt;br /&gt;Igor, King e Íris olhavam para o céu e de repente apareceu um arco. Íris disse a Igor:&lt;br /&gt;- Era tão bom que conseguisses ver as cores, Igor. O arco-íris tem 7 cores: o encarnado, laranja, amarelo, verde, azul e o anil.&lt;br /&gt;Igor imaginou o amarelo como se fosse salamandras amarelas, o verde como se fosse uma cascata com relva.&lt;br /&gt;Igor, King e Íris foram para o castelo, pois a festa da Primavera chegara. Igor convidou a Íris e a Vinita, mas o Rei Mali não aceitou. Igor ficou triste e voltou a ver cinzento. Ele só via as cores quando estava feliz. O Rei Mali com esta situação voltou a pensar e aceitou. Igor ficou contente. Íris tinha deixado um presente no jardim para o Igor. Quando o Igor se aproximou do jardim viu um elefante, tal como a Íris tinha prometido a Igor. O elefante tinha um bilhete na tromba que dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vais ser rei.&lt;br /&gt;As cores já estão dentro do teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre, Íris&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/3127258903519863271-7435547819838207026?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7435547819838207026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7435547819838207026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7435547819838207026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7435547819838207026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/05/resumo-de-os-segredos-do-arco-iris.html' title='Resumo de &quot;Os Segredos do Arco-Íris&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3003138079432095247</id><published>2010-05-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:26:43.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>Sugestão: "Animais à Solta"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S-caAHhUgMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/H0YWwWdEOF0/s1600/animais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469368861785882818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S-caAHhUgMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/H0YWwWdEOF0/s320/animais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta sugestão de leitura insere-se no âmbito do &lt;strong&gt;projecto “Hora do Conto” da turma do 2ºA da Escola do Falcão&lt;/strong&gt;. A “Hora do Conto” tem lugar todas as semanas na nossa sala de aula. Pretende-se, desta forma, fomentar nas crianças o gosto pela leitura do livro infantil, promovendo o desenvolvimento das suas capacidades imaginativas e criativas e incutindo hábitos de leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque é que não existem animais do jardim zoológico na quinta, animais da quinta em casa e animais domésticos no jardim zoológico? Foi esta a brilhante ideia do João e do Miguel – trocar os animais de sítio!&lt;br /&gt;A ovelha já devia estar cansada de falar sempre com ovelhas e carneiros e o tigre já tinha os pêlos em pé de conviver só com outros tigres… mas nem tudo correu às mil maravilhas! A cobra, o tigre, a ovelha, o peixe-dourado e o periquito mudaram mesmo de casa! Pobres animais…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-3003138079432095247?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3003138079432095247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3003138079432095247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3003138079432095247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3003138079432095247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugestao-animais-solta.html' title='Sugestão: &quot;Animais à Solta&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S-caAHhUgMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/H0YWwWdEOF0/s72-c/animais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2201494285771045701</id><published>2010-04-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:44:10.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>A gata Papoila</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A gata Papoila tinha um pêlo curto, às manchas brancas e pretas e de um amarelo escuro. As patas eram brancas nas pontas e a parte interior era cor-de-rosa. A gata Papoila achava-se uma estrela de cinema e gostava de rimar, era enérgica, destemida e visionária. O grande problema desta gata era não comer “pardal com sabor a sol”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Depois de termos feito o retrato físico e psicológico da gata Papoila do conto "Uma história de espelhos" de Ana Luísa Amaral, decidimos representá-la usando diversos materiais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Turma 3ºB da EB1 da Corujeira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=157401902&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=157401902"&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/3127258903519863271-2201494285771045701?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2201494285771045701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2201494285771045701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2201494285771045701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2201494285771045701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/04/gata-papoila.html' title='A gata Papoila'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-6066937477117934184</id><published>2010-04-18T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:22:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Os Segredos do Arco-íris”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a semana da leitura, a nossa turma, o 2ºC da escola do Cerco, decidiu estudar um conto do livro “Princesas, Príncipes, Fadas e Piratas com Problemas”. Escolhemos “Os segredos do arco-íris” da autora Rita Saldanha.&lt;br /&gt;A história foi-nos lida pela professora na sala de aula. No fim de cada capítulo, tivemos de o recontar e responder às questões colocadas pela professora. Depois de bem estudada a obra, decidimos construir um álbum seriado onde apresentámos as partes mais importantes da história. Estas foram desenhadas em folhas de cartolina, que serviram de páginas do nosso álbum. Para acompanhar as imagens, resolvemos escrever algumas frases ao longo da história.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de fazermos o resumo oral da história, retiramos nove momentos, que para nós são os mais importantes: na primeira página, a apresentação da família dos reis do Oriente; na segunda, a personagem principal: o príncipe Igor como sendo um menino especial; na terceira, o pedido de uma laranja por parte da sua adoentada irmã Lícia e a troca por um limão; na quarta página, desenhámos o rei e o professor Euluminado a desconfiar que o Igor trocava as cores; na quinta, o professor diz que o Igor tem incolorismo e ensina-lhe as cores; na sexta, o rei e o professor procuram a fada cega, que lhes diz que o Igor irá ver as cores quando conhecer o poder da imaginação e do coração; na sétima página, Igor está feliz por conhecer a Íris; na oitava página, Igor vê o arco das cores pela primeira vez, que se passa a chamar arco-íris e na última página, é o casamento do Igor com Íris.&lt;br /&gt;No fim de tudo pintado e escrito, a nossa professora mandou encadernar o álbum. Ficou um autêntico livro gigante!&lt;br /&gt;Depois do trabalho feito, dividimos a turma em dois grupos. Cada grupo foi responsável por contar a história às respectivas turmas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um trabalho que gostámos muito de fazer porque trabalhámos a história que escolhemos e no fim pudemos mostrá-la aos nossos colegas da escola! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1441151880783915481&amp;amp;site=widget-d9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1441151880783915481&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p1/1441151880783915481/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-6066937477117934184?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6066937477117934184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=6066937477117934184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6066937477117934184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6066937477117934184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-segredos-do-arco-iris.html' title='“Os Segredos do Arco-íris”'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-5139341250281804108</id><published>2010-03-17T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:48:41.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>"Crispim, o pirata que tinha medo da água"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S6EiR_zQ4rI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uV-XiBbIIQw/s1600-h/crispim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449674716674581170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S6EiR_zQ4rI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uV-XiBbIIQw/s400/crispim1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S6EioZbwraI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yfdMFGyibug/s1600-h/crispim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S6EjYC3EWMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/0DA64P9dflk/s1600-h/crispim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449675920086685890" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S6EjYC3EWMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/0DA64P9dflk/s400/crispim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mãe de Crispim levou-o ao médico porque ele não queria tomar banho. O Dr. Azedas Fateixa disse que o pirata Crispim era hidrófobo, ou seja, tinha medo da água.&lt;br /&gt;Nós pensamos que ele tinha horror à água porque leu às escondidas um livro que era proibido aos piratas menores de 46 anos. Crispim associava a água ao crocodilo que comeu a mão do Capitão Gancho na história de Peter Pan e como tinha receio que lhe acontecesse a mesma coisa, recusava-se a entrar na água.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para salvar a tripulação do seu barco, Crispim lançou-se à água e foi pedir ajuda. A sua coragem permitiu libertar a fada que estava presa numa ostra há mais de seiscentos anos e com a ajuda desta, derrotar os fantasmas do Holandês Voador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449674304445452706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S6Eh6AILkaI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LWLAHu5T1TE/s400/Blog-+Crispim,+o+pirata+que+tinha+medo+da+%C3%A1gua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;Turma do 3ºB&lt;br /&gt;Escola da Corujeira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-5139341250281804108?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5139341250281804108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=5139341250281804108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5139341250281804108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5139341250281804108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/crispim-o-pirata-que-tinha-medo-da-agua.html' title='&quot;Crispim, o pirata que tinha medo da água&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S6EiR_zQ4rI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uV-XiBbIIQw/s72-c/crispim1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3358824530017423033</id><published>2010-03-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:58:45.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>Poemas da Imaginação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 297px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=100317175304-4acb3f1ab97c4c6c808629a678af6189&amp;amp;docName=poemas_da_imaginacao&amp;amp;username=escoladofalcao&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Poemas%20da%20Imagina%C3%A7%C3%A3o&amp;amp;et=1268848541559&amp;amp;er=86"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:297px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=100317175304-4acb3f1ab97c4c6c808629a678af6189&amp;amp;docName=poemas_da_imaginacao&amp;amp;username=escoladofalcao&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Poemas%20da%20Imagina%C3%A7%C3%A3o&amp;amp;et=1268848541559&amp;amp;er=86"&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/3127258903519863271-3358824530017423033?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3358824530017423033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3358824530017423033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3358824530017423033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3358824530017423033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/poemas-da-imaginacao.html' title='Poemas da Imaginação...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2602584010783178381</id><published>2010-03-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:03:15.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Príncipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>“Segredos do Arco Íris”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na semana da leitura trabalhámos a história “Segredos do Arco Íris” da obra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Princesas, Príncipes, Fadas e Piratas com Problemas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Numa primeira fase a nossa professora contou-nos a história, posteriormente nós recontámo-la. E quisemos também recriá-la, mas desta vez sob a forma de banda desenhada...  Com muita imaginação, eis os resultados ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turma do 1ºA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=156949831&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=156949831"&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/3127258903519863271-2602584010783178381?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2602584010783178381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2602584010783178381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2602584010783178381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2602584010783178381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/segredos-do-arco-iris.html' title='“Segredos do Arco Íris”'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1156242546522667135</id><published>2010-03-11T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:31:27.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>"O Pássaro da Alma" de Michal Snunit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michal Snunit, autora israelita, tem sido considerada uma das melhores escritoras infantis contemporâneas e a sua obra originalmente destinada aos mais pequenos tem vindo a ser lida por adultos com o mesmo prazer. Um livro para todas as idades que nos explica de forma poética o que é a alma. Na semana passada ouvimos ler a história de Michal Snunit, "O Pássaro da Alma". É uma história muito interessante, pois até está relacionada com o nosso PCT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis alguns valores de que nos fala o livro e que os seres humanos possuem; alguns bons, outros menos bons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Amizade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inteligência ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Preguiça Ódio ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=156897716&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=156897716"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EB1 Falcão - 4ºB &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/3127258903519863271-1156242546522667135?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1156242546522667135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1156242546522667135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1156242546522667135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1156242546522667135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-passaro-da-alma-de-michal-snunit.html' title='&quot;O Pássaro da Alma&quot; de Michal Snunit'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-6739689104678507397</id><published>2010-03-07T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:39:37.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/~pr2003/2000/decc/lendas/nau_catrineta.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445956305527818626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S5PsZ-1IyYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/47QHFX2w3jo/s400/digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, o &lt;strong&gt;4º A&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;10º E&lt;/strong&gt; de Literatura encontraram-se e deram "&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Lugar aos Clássicos".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta feita, os alunos mais crescidos trouxesseram a &lt;em&gt;Farsa de Inês Pereira&lt;/em&gt; de Gil Vicente, cheia de provérbios, e os mais pequenos apresentaram a encenação da&lt;em&gt; Nau Catriena&lt;/em&gt;, uma lenda contada em verso, de origem popular, recolhida por Almeida Garrett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem conhecer/recordar o poema, devem clicar na nau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Farsa pode ver-se no sector do Secundário deste Blogue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para todos se lembrarem deste encontro, aqui fica uma seleção de imagens recolhidas nesse dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=156851492&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-6739689104678507397?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6739689104678507397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=6739689104678507397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6739689104678507397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6739689104678507397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/mais-uma-vez-o-4-e-o-10-e-de-literatura.html' title=''/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S5PsZ-1IyYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/47QHFX2w3jo/s72-c/digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8397413415474710922</id><published>2010-03-04T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:04:54.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>O Espantalho Enamorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-OwQ2BMSI/AAAAAAAAAx0/J55LRuXokBA/s1600-h/o+espantalho+enamorado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444727434320621858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-OwQ2BMSI/AAAAAAAAAx0/J55LRuXokBA/s200/o+espantalho+enamorado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de ouvirmos a linda história de amor entre o espantalho Gustavo e a menina–espantalho chamada Amélia fizemos o reconto. De seguida cada um pintou um espantalho a seu gosto. Ficaram todos bonitos, mas escolhemos o do Tiago como o mais giro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Era uma vez um espantalho chamado Gustavo que estava apaixonado por uma menina-espantalho chamada Amélia, que vivia no topo da colina. Ele sonhava com o dia em que a iria abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tinha muitos amigos, principalmente os pássaros que devia espantar. Eram eles que levavam as suas mensagens de amor à Amélia. Em troca deixava-os picar o milho.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia veio um caçador. O Gustavo, para avisar os seus companheiros, gritou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Inimigo à vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;E rapidamente todos os animais desapareceram, mas uma codorniz não foi suficientemente rápida e o caçador disparou contra ela. Quando o caçador andava à sua procura o Gustavo viu que a codorniz estava escondida no seu bolso. O caçador, como estava com muito calor, pôs o seu cachecol no braço do Gustavo e foi-se embora.&lt;br /&gt;A codorniz saltou do bolso do Gustavo e agradeceu-lhe por lhe ter salvado a vida.O Gustavo pediu então à codorniz que levasse o cachecol à Amélia porque devia estar cheia de frio, e foi o que ela fez. Quando chegou lá, contou à Amélia que Gustavo gostava muito dela e que queria casar com ela. Ela acenou-lhe com o cachecol. O caçador, entretanto, voltou e queria o seu cachecol de volta. Como Gustavo já não o tinha o caçador ficou furioso e quando se aprontava para tirar o casaco e a camisa ao Gustavo, os seus animais lançaram-se ao ataque e o caçador pegou no Gustavo e foi subindo a colina com os animais atrás dele, até que chegaram ao pé da Amélia. O caçador pousou-o ao lado dela e eles finalmente abraçaram-se, casaram e foram felizes para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Turma 3ºB - Escola do Falcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444734656739906450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-VUqc9k5I/AAAAAAAAAx8/PEcsaGn_zaA/s400/pintar+espantalhos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-8397413415474710922?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8397413415474710922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=8397413415474710922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8397413415474710922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8397413415474710922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-espantalho-enamorado.html' title='O Espantalho Enamorado'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-OwQ2BMSI/AAAAAAAAAx0/J55LRuXokBA/s72-c/o+espantalho+enamorado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3155806433574802559</id><published>2010-03-04T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:17:52.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><title type='text'>O Isqueiro Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-G06GrTKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/QMguFW_14vY/s1600-h/isqueiro_magico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444718718022798498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-G06GrTKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/QMguFW_14vY/s400/isqueiro_magico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um soldado que um dia foi à floresta e encontrou uma bruxa em cima duma grande árvore. A bruxa disse ao soldado para ir ao interior da árvore buscar um isqueiro. O soldado concordou e foi ao interior da árvore. O soldado desceu com uma corda e encontrou três cães que estavam a guardar a porta. Com alguns feitiços que a bruxa lhe ensinou conseguiu atravessar os cães. O soldado entrou e viu uma grande arca com ouro e lá estava o isqueiro que a bruxa lhe pediu. Quando o soldado se dirigiu à bruxa, esta tentou-o matar e ficar com a arca e o isqueiro. O soldado fugiu, levando a arca com o isqueiro e o ouro, e ficou rico. Foi para um hotel de cinco estrelas, pediu o melhor jantar, deu dinheiro aos pobres, comprou roupas novas e foi a bailes e festas. O soldado ficou sem dinheiro nenhum, mas lembrou – se do isqueiro. Mal abriu a porta encontrou um dos cães a roncar. O soldado sabia que o isqueiro era mágico e pediu para encher a arca com ouro. O soldado ficou rico outra vez e voltou à sua vida normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Resumo da História feito pela Inês, 2ºano, da Escola Nª Srª de Campanhã&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junior.te.pt/servlets/Jardim?P=Historias&amp;amp;ID=102"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444718906941439314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-G_54Y_VI/AAAAAAAAAxs/_Vcba6CS6h8/s400/isqueiro+m%C3%A1gico.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Para ouvires esta história e veres as ilustrações, clica na imagem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-3155806433574802559?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3155806433574802559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3155806433574802559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3155806433574802559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3155806433574802559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-isqueiro-magico.html' title='O Isqueiro Mágico'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4-G06GrTKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/QMguFW_14vY/s72-c/isqueiro_magico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-521606725722816739</id><published>2010-03-03T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:52:52.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piratas'/><title type='text'>Os piratas com problemas do 2º A da Escola do Falcão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;EMBED allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://seven.flash-gear.com/acid/acid.php?c=f&amp;o=1&amp;id=1596174738" quality=high wmode=transparent scale=noscale salign=LT bgcolor="FFFFFF" WIDTH="420" HEIGHT="325" NAME="acz26361" ALIGN="" TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/3127258903519863271-521606725722816739?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/521606725722816739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=521606725722816739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/521606725722816739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/521606725722816739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-piratas-com-problemas-do-2-da-escola.html' title='Os piratas com problemas do 2º A da Escola do Falcão!'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-4343696828164953943</id><published>2010-02-28T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:17:27.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fadas'/><title type='text'>A gata Papoila</title><content type='html'>Depois de termos lido "Uma história de espelhos" de Ana Luísa Amaral, decidimos fazer o retrato físico e psicológico da gata Papoila. Por fim, desenhámos a “nossa” Gata Papoila. Vejam como ficou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=156766780&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=156766780"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;3.ºA&lt;br /&gt;Escola do Falcão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-4343696828164953943?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4343696828164953943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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amado&lt;br /&gt;Mal numa rocha tocou&lt;br /&gt;Seu pé ficou marcado&lt;br /&gt;E ao lugar Pé de Moura se chamou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagais e subidas&lt;br /&gt;Eles passaram&lt;br /&gt;Lomba foi o nome&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe chamaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De muito caminhar&lt;br /&gt;A princesa moura já cansada&lt;br /&gt;O pé dela estava dorido&lt;br /&gt;Passou a chamar-se Pedorido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a sua sorte&lt;br /&gt;A princesa irritada&lt;br /&gt;Passou num lugar&lt;br /&gt;E Raiva se passou a chamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zangada com a sua sorte&lt;br /&gt;Continuou a navegar&lt;br /&gt;Ao passar num lugar&lt;br /&gt;Raiva se passou a chamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Moura e o seu amado&lt;br /&gt;Ao navegar foram ao encontro do azar&lt;br /&gt;Foi ao fundo o barco de pau&lt;br /&gt;E ficou a chamar-se Rio Mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela e o seu amado morreram&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais cá apareceram&lt;br /&gt;A Moura apareceu na margem&lt;br /&gt;Ficou a chamar-se Moura Morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;4º A, Escola N.ª Sr.ª de Campanhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-6387290892436090792?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6387290892436090792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=6387290892436090792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6387290892436090792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6387290892436090792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Versejar as histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4cU504etzI/AAAAAAAAAxE/snMWcOuLReM/s1600-h/cores1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442341658381170482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4cU504etzI/AAAAAAAAAxE/snMWcOuLReM/s400/cores1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o arco das cores&lt;br /&gt;Que no céu se levanta…&lt;br /&gt;Parecem lindas flores&lt;br /&gt;Que Igor sente!&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos apenas viam&lt;br /&gt;Preto e branco…&lt;br /&gt;Veio Íris&lt;br /&gt;Misturada com cores e luz&lt;br /&gt;E Igor soube!&lt;br /&gt;O Príncipe via o preto&lt;br /&gt;Quando vinha a tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho a arder&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentia raiva!&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho a aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando agarrava o coração…&lt;br /&gt;Iris mostrou um mundo colorido&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo o sorriso como um turbante!&lt;br /&gt;As cores… &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4cVCGkwjsI/AAAAAAAAAxM/1MvLFcExVak/s1600-h/cores2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coração&lt;br /&gt;Um arco-íris maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.º A – Corujeira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2229456264568531386?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2229456264568531386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3518864844540681249</id><published>2010-02-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:20:20.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><title type='text'>“A Lenda das Sete Cidades”  de Mariana Bradford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os alunos do 3ºA, a propósito do património oral, trabalharam a obra proposta no Plano Nacional de Leitura, "A Lenda da Sete Cidades" de Mariana Bradford.Foi uma obra muito apreciada por todos os alunos.&lt;br /&gt;Entre muitas actividades, dramatizaram a história e fizeram uma banda-desenhada, registando os momentos mais importantes.&lt;br /&gt;Estas actividades foram muito divertidas e todos acharam interessante conhecer a lenda que justifica a existência de duas lagoas, uma azul e outra verde, na bonita ilha de S. Miguel, pertencente à região Autónoma dos Açores.&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos do 3ºA da Escola N.ª Sr.ª de Campanhã recomendam a leitura…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4LlY6G8PMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4BmWEiVhi6o/s1600-h/landa+das+sete+cidades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4LlY6G8PMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4BmWEiVhi6o/s400/landa+das+sete+cidades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441163515894971586" 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/3127258903519863271-3518864844540681249?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3518864844540681249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3518864844540681249' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3518864844540681249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3518864844540681249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/02/lenda-das-sete-cidades-de-mariana.html' title='“A Lenda das Sete Cidades”  de Mariana Bradford'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4LlY6G8PMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4BmWEiVhi6o/s72-c/landa+das+sete+cidades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3665339222307962759</id><published>2010-02-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T05:44:24.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>A Bruxa Mimi no Inverno</title><content type='html'>Olá amiguinhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4AqsRESawI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KCZ5Y8gIg1c/s1600-h/A+bruxa+Mimi+no+Inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440395289847556866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4AqsRESawI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KCZ5Y8gIg1c/s200/A+bruxa+Mimi+no+Inverno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nossa professora leu-nos uma história que gostámos muito, &lt;strong&gt;A Bruxa Mimi no Inverno&lt;/strong&gt; de Korky Paul e Valerie Thomas, por isso vamos partilhá-la com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma vez uma bruxa chamada Mimi, tinha o seu jardim coberto de neve e estava farta do Inverno. Vivia com o seu gato Rogério, este também já estava farto de ter os bigodes enregelados. Um dia, a Mimi, abriu o seu livro de feitiços e fez magia. Depois de dizer algumas palavras mágicas, a bruxa fez com que o Verão voltasse ao jardim da sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;Vendo o que tinha acontecido, uma multidão correu para o seu jardim, aqui colocaram de lado as roupas de Inverno e começaram a fazer tanto barulho que a Mimi começou a achar que o Verão era horrível. Voltou para dentro de casa, disse novamente as palavras mágicas e ... Começou de novo a nevar! Por fim, no quentinho da sua cama, a Mimi chegou à conclusão que o Inverno não era assim tão mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da leitura, dividimos a história em quatro momentos e fizemos os respectivos desenhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqui estão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440398125955485442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S4AtRWZHDwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vZPq17lNTys/s400/BRUXA+MIMI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Turma 1ºA - Escola do Falcão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-3665339222307962759?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gata fabulosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho lá em casa uma gata fabulosa&lt;br /&gt;Muito inteligente e muito vaidosa.&lt;br /&gt;É de linhagem e muito preguiçosa;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho lá em casa uma gata fabulosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vê Aurora, ao espelho, a princesa, &lt;br /&gt;E a fada Belaira sem sua varinha.&lt;br /&gt;O pirata é medricas, temos a certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Falam à Papoila no espelho da salinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do espelho, vê um lago encantado;&lt;br /&gt;E aquela gente com ar assustado.&lt;br /&gt;Homens de espadas e ninfas a dançar;&lt;br /&gt;E uma varinha com estrelas a brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fada Belaira faz magia de encantar;&lt;br /&gt;E todos os problemas vão acabar.&lt;br /&gt;A gata Papoila que é muito preguiçosa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o pardal para dormir e sonhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8420379321460216435</id><published>2010-02-05T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:47:41.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Príncipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Da má sorte das princesas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...diz João Pedro Mésseder que nascem nomes de lugares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O 4º A continuou a falar de lendas e a descobrir, no conto deste autor, a origem de algumas localidades que ficam aqui bem perto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rio Tinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tempo da reconquista cristã, houve neste local uma batalha entre mouros e as tropas de Hermenegildo. Morreu tanta gente que o sangue dos mortos e feridos acabou por tingir o rio que ali passa. A partir de então, este local passou a chamar-se Rio Tinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3w3ecbr17I/AAAAAAAAAvM/1bQ83_2w4yc/s1600-h/hist%C3%B3ria0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439283446124631986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3w3ecbr17I/AAAAAAAAAvM/1bQ83_2w4yc/s320/hist%C3%B3ria0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Montezelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Montezelo&lt;/em&gt; é um monte que fica em Valongo e chama-se assim porque diz-se que, neste local, morreram três pessoas: um mouro, filho do senhor de Córdova, uma princesa cristã, chamada Dulce, e o irmão dela. O mouro por ciúmes e querendo zelar a sua honra, matou o irmão da sua mulher Dulce, julgando que era seu amante e, de seguida, suicidou-se. D. Dulce com a dor morreu também. O nome &lt;em&gt;Montezelo&lt;/em&gt; resulta de monte+zelo (zelar – cuidar muito).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3w4HPgQhJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/pnuX4I0WGmI/s1600-h/hist%C3%B3ria0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439284147028788370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3w4HPgQhJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/pnuX4I0WGmI/s320/hist%C3%B3ria0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pé de Moura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3w3wf6yr2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/PYyTFJaqRFk/s1600-h/hist%C3%B3ria0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pé de Moura&lt;/em&gt; é um local da margem esquerda do Rio Douro. Lá há uma rocha que parece ter a marca de um pé. O povo diz que é a marca do pé de uma moura e que ela o deixou aí gravado quando saiu do barco em que fugia com o seu amado da perseguição dos cristãos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lomba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois apaixonados, que deram origem ao nome da localidade Pé de Moura, continuaram a fugir, subindo uma pequena encosta e chegaram a uma mata. Esse local ficou conhecido por &lt;em&gt;Lomba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3w30LYlVRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VD4doYaj2bo/s1600-h/hist%C3%B3ria0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439283819505341714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3w30LYlVRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VD4doYaj2bo/s320/hist%C3%B3ria0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pedorido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mouro e a moura continuaram a fugir, o caminho era difícil e a moura queixou-se com dores nos pés. A esse local passou-se a chamar &lt;em&gt;Pedorido&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raiva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois continuaram a fugir dos cristãos até que chegaram a um lugar em que sentiram muita revolta. Por isso, a esse lugar deu-se o nome de &lt;em&gt;Raiva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rio Mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mouro e esta moura continuaram a fugir. Entraram de novo no barco, mas houve uma tempestade e o barco naufragou. Ao local onde o barco foi ao fundo o povo passou a chamar &lt;em&gt;Rio Mau&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moura Morta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo desta princesa moura foi empurrado pela água e apareceu na margem, num local a que se chama &lt;em&gt;Moura Morta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turma 4º A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-8420379321460216435?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estou só&lt;br /&gt;Basta estender a mão&lt;br /&gt;E o meu mundo ilumina-se!&lt;br /&gt;É caminhar lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;É ver o mesmo sol,&lt;br /&gt;Deixar, na areia, as mesmas marcas,&lt;br /&gt;Trepar aos mesmos ninhos…&lt;br /&gt;Ter um amigo&lt;br /&gt;É um baú valioso&lt;br /&gt;A transbordar de riquezas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TURMA 2.º A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(participação no concurso "&lt;em&gt;Faz lá um poema&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1209751912417390433?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1209751912417390433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já tínhamos ouvido falar de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lendas. Contudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ao ler o conto de J. Pedro Mésseder &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Da má sorte das princesas nascem nomes de lugares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;", resolvemos pesquisar e aprender mais sobre o assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é uma lenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uma história inventada pelo povo para explicar aquilo que é difícil perceber. Normalmente, uma lenda tem um fundo de verdade, mas está cheia de imaginação popular. As lendas eram histórias transmitidas oralmente de pais para filhos e só mais tarde é que passaram à forma escrita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há vários tipos de lendas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: religiosas, históricas, ligadas aos nomes dos locais, a figuras fantásticas, como os gigantes, o diabo, bruxas, monstros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As lendas religiosas falam de figuras religiosas que interferem na vida dos humanos. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A Lenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de S. Martinho"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é um exemplo de lenda religiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lendas ligadas aos nomes dos lugares explicam o nome dado a determinados locais. Como exemplos destas lendas, temos: “&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lenda de Rio Tinto&lt;/strong&gt;”, “A&lt;strong&gt; Lenda de Cascais&lt;/strong&gt;”, “&lt;strong&gt;A Lenda de Valongo&lt;/strong&gt;”, “ &lt;strong&gt;A Lenda de Contumil&lt;/strong&gt;”,&lt;strong&gt; "A Lenda de Moura"…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lendas históricas falam de figuras da História de um país, mas também de monumentos e factos importantes. Como exemplo, temos &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A Lenda da Padeira de Aljubarrota”, “ A Lenda de D. Sebastião”, “A Lenda da Torre dos Clérigos”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lendas ligadas às figuras fantásticas explicam determinados acontecimentos através da intervenção do Diabo, de monstros, de bruxas… Como exemplo, podemos falar da &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Lenda do Gigante Adamastor”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para conheceres algumas das lendas que descobrimos, basta clicares nos livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/fabula06.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436762445351390866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3NCo4tajpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/W0OWdZPFsfY/s320/livros_07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lendasdeportugal.no.sapo.pt/distritos/distritos.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lendasdeportugal.no.sapo.pt/distritos/distritos.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435249510919034466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S23iogvx1mI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dp2dTYeHQkA/s320/livres-11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eb23-cmdt-conceicao-silva.rcts.pt/sev/hgp/lendas_1.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436761138713257682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S3NBc1Gm5tI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bk7j9B5Racs/s320/rebook.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turma 4º A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1771817998675775877?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1771817998675775877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1771817998675775877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1771817998675775877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1771817998675775877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2010/01/volta-do-conceito-de-lenda.html' title='À VOLTA DE UM CONTO...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/S2YomAb2gpI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KVGue9Et9DY/s72-c/machim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8461694740080835745</id><published>2009-04-10T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:37:30.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Sinopses d' "A árvore dos abraços"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="View A árvore dos abraços on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/14138407/A-arvore-dos-abracos" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; 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&lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; HEIGHT: 125px" src="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Cristina.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="A árvore dos abraços" href="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Ruben.bmp" rel="thumbnail"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; HEIGHT: 125px" src="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Ruben.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="A árvore dos abraços" href="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Claudia.bmp" rel="thumbnail"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; HEIGHT: 125px" src="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Claudia.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="A árvore dos abraços" href="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Jessica.bmp" rel="thumbnail"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; HEIGHT: 125px" src="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Jessica.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="A árvore dos abraços" href="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Raquel.bmp" rel="thumbnail"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; HEIGHT: 125px" src="http://www.eb1-porto-n7.rcts.pt/arvore/Raquel.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turma 2ºB - EB1 da Corujeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1941866540941961890?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1941866540941961890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1941866540941961890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1941866540941961890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1941866540941961890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/04/desenhando-com-palavras.html' title='Desenhando com palavras...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2930293441048023234</id><published>2009-04-10T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:48:08.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO CERCO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>PNL, Semana da Leitura e projecto “Ler é preciso!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Semana da Leitura os alunos dos quartos anos, da equipa pedagógica da manhã, realizaram actividades que envolveram grupos de trabalho, com elementos das três turmas 4ºA, 4ºB e 4ºE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grupo de alunos citou alguns provérbios populares, que foram resultado de uma pesquisa, por eles efectuada. Conhecem algum provérbio que possa exemplificar a mensagem que a obra “A árvore dos abraços” procura transmitir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro grupo de alunos fez uma dramatização d’ “A árvore dos abraços”, construindo as suas próprias personagens, com desenho em papel e suporte em paus de espetada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O restante grupo de alunos leu, em voz alta, composições que elaboraram individualmente e na qual imaginaram “ Se eu fosse uma árvore…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia divertido e diferente, com a partilha de experiências e saberes, entre os alunos destas turmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323135063249502306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sd-TIwhpwGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9jhZVBKLQwQ/s400/P3156743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323135330939054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 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Após a dobra os alunos procederam ao desenho do contorno e recorte. No final pintaram a árvore. Esta actividade permitiu a interdisciplinaridade entre as áreas de Língua Portuguesa, Matemática e Estudo do Meio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137682067515&amp;amp;site=widget-3b.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ok&amp;amp;ct=1&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137682067515&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alunos do 4ºano - Eb1/JI do Cerco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2755830981215111659?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2755830981215111659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2755830981215111659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2755830981215111659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2755830981215111659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/arvore-dos-abracos-simetrica.html' title='&quot;A árvore dos abraços&quot; simétrica'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1253573114211982654</id><published>2009-03-24T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:05:16.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>"A árvore dos abraços" em poesia</title><content type='html'>Era uma árvore vulgar&lt;br /&gt;Que nada aparentava encantar.&lt;br /&gt;Crescia saudável, no ar&lt;br /&gt;Bela sombra para descansar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nela faziam casas de madeira,&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo de esperança: &lt;br /&gt;Fantasias e brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;A imaginação de criança. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia partiram&lt;br /&gt;Da pobre casinha&lt;br /&gt;E deixaram a árvore&lt;br /&gt;Ali, sozinha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros, passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;Eram os seus amiguinhos. &lt;br /&gt;Traziam-lhe presentes,&lt;br /&gt;Viviam contentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E árvore com gentileza,&lt;br /&gt;Deixava entre os raminhos&lt;br /&gt;Construírem os ninhos,&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mãe contava histórias&lt;br /&gt;Para seu filho encantar. &lt;br /&gt;Não ficou só …&lt;br /&gt;Pois a árvore estava adorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia &lt;br /&gt;O menino&lt;br /&gt; veio sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem sua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua mãe faleceu&lt;br /&gt;E o menino chorou, &lt;br /&gt;Foi ter à árvore&lt;br /&gt;A qual a abraçou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A árvore com pena&lt;br /&gt;Muito o quis alegrar.&lt;br /&gt;Não falava essa linguagem&lt;br /&gt;Mas esticou-se para o abraçar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino deixou cair &lt;br /&gt;A cabeça para o lado,&lt;br /&gt;E no colo da árvore &lt;br /&gt;Adormeceu calado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A árvore ganhou sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Pois os tristonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Recebiam abraços&lt;br /&gt;Muito risonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A árvore ficou conhecida,&lt;br /&gt;Pela árvore dos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;Pois entre as pessoas &lt;br /&gt;Criou muitos laços! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;O menino procuraram&lt;br /&gt;Ele lá estava deitado&lt;br /&gt;Nos ramos que o abraçaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afirmaram que a árvore&lt;br /&gt;O matou.&lt;br /&gt;E com preocupação,&lt;br /&gt;O menino ficou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras injustas &lt;br /&gt;A árvore recebeu.&lt;br /&gt;O menino acordou&lt;br /&gt;E quase nem se moveu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para admiração,&lt;br /&gt;Mãe dele se tornou.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas intrigadas.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente comentou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queriam saber&lt;br /&gt;O fruto que dava!&lt;br /&gt;O fruto era bom&lt;br /&gt;Pois nos abraçava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tristes&lt;br /&gt;A procuravam.&lt;br /&gt;E abraços doces&lt;br /&gt;Esperavam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino cresceu&lt;br /&gt; E muito tempo passou.&lt;br /&gt;Levou lá os filhos&lt;br /&gt;Que ela amparou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A árvore emocionada&lt;br /&gt;Deu abraços calorosos,&lt;br /&gt;Também deu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Com os ramos amistosos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-se mãe&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes avó.&lt;br /&gt;Ela, ninguém recusava&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém ficava só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns estranhos surgiram&lt;br /&gt;Para a derrubar.&lt;br /&gt;Eram arquitectos&lt;br /&gt;Que a iam cortar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A notícia espalhou-se&lt;br /&gt;Pelo vento e os pássaros.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ficou a saber&lt;br /&gt;Veio gente de países raros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma muralha humana&lt;br /&gt;Os fizera desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram felizes&lt;br /&gt;De aquilo impedir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos da árvore&lt;br /&gt;Compraram o local&lt;br /&gt;Onde ela nascera:&lt;br /&gt;Protegeram a árvore especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A árvore secou&lt;br /&gt;E assim morreu,&lt;br /&gt;De cansaço e velhice&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém a viu,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém a acolheu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando souberam&lt;br /&gt;Vieram despedir-se dela,&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus em abraço&lt;br /&gt;Sem os abraços de canela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem certos &lt;br /&gt;Que não há melhor fruto.&lt;br /&gt;O AMOR é um fruto doce&lt;br /&gt;É o maior afecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra árvore especial?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se vai haver…&lt;br /&gt;Perguntem à ÁRVORE DO LUAR,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, algo de novo irá nascer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1253573114211982654?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1253573114211982654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1253573114211982654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1253573114211982654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1253573114211982654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/era-uma-arvore-vulgar-que-nada.html' title='&quot;A árvore dos abraços&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sci_whUhjSI/AAAAAAAAAns/V43rdezoJKY/s400/porta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na semana nacional da leitura turma do 2ºA da professora Graça Leite, teve o prazer de receber pessoas que se disponibilizaram a vir à escola participar, de uma forma, profícua e empenhada na comemoração desta semana tão importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Segunda-feira a professora Ana Paula Rego leu "&lt;strong&gt;O gato das botas&lt;/strong&gt;" uma adaptação de Maria Alberta Menéres. Na Terça-feira a mãe de um aluno leu "&lt;strong&gt;Seis Ratos e um Ouriço-cacheiro&lt;/strong&gt;" de Becky Bllom e Pascal Biete. Na Quinta-feira a avó de uma aluna leu "&lt;strong&gt;O soldado João&lt;/strong&gt;" de Luísa Ducla Soares. Na Sexta-feira o pai de uma aluna leu "&lt;strong&gt;O ratinho marinheiro&lt;/strong&gt;" de Luísa Ducla Soares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos partilharam conhecimentos e experiência vivenciadas com as várias pessoas e, adoraram escutar a leitura dos livros. Fizeram ilustrações usando lápis de cor, lápis de cera e marcadores. Modelaram com plasticina e colaram a construção num rectângulo de cartolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma semana vivida com alegria, satisfação e enorme contentamento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-377917207268510968?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/377917207268510968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=377917207268510968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/377917207268510968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/377917207268510968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-semana-da-leitura.html' title='Na semana da leitura...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sci_whUhjSI/AAAAAAAAAns/V43rdezoJKY/s72-c/porta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-9088418723311494693</id><published>2009-03-17T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:41:40.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Árvore dos Abraços em postais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turma do &lt;strong&gt;3º B&lt;/strong&gt; resolveu construir postais com base nesta história. Aqui ficam alguns exemplares que a recontam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=134561351&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=134561351"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TURMA 3º B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-9088418723311494693?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-9198043229299128316</id><published>2009-03-13T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:18:54.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>"A árvore dos abraços" em banda desenhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clique na imagem para aumentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbpAdb8nDuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Iv68Ynql92E/s1600-h/arvorebd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312629584899280610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbpAdb8nDuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Iv68Ynql92E/s400/arvorebd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turma 4ºA da Escola do Falcão&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/3127258903519863271-9198043229299128316?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/9198043229299128316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=9198043229299128316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/9198043229299128316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/9198043229299128316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/arvore-dos-abracos-em-banda-desenhada.html' title='&quot;A árvore dos abraços&quot; em banda desenhada'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbpAdb8nDuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Iv68Ynql92E/s72-c/arvorebd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2950445974296996324</id><published>2009-03-10T14:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:54:49.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Planicície dos Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "Planície de sonhos" de Conceição de Sousa Gomes e resolvemos poetizar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planície de sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sbbf3tfzjxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/t6T9RF_C_YU/s1600-h/planÃ&amp;shy;cie+de+sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311678958728875794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sbbf3tfzjxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/t6T9RF_C_YU/s400/plan%C3%ADcie+de+sonhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era uma vez&lt;br /&gt;um menino chamado Gaspar,&lt;br /&gt;ele vivia no Alentejo,&lt;br /&gt;que é um lugar de encantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estava atento nas aulas,&lt;br /&gt;o professor a ralhar&lt;br /&gt;mas ele tinha a cabeça na lua,&lt;br /&gt;estava sempre, sempre a imaginar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os livros para a relva atirava,&lt;br /&gt;corria, saltava, rodopiava,&lt;br /&gt;e até às árvores trepava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheceu um menino da cidade&lt;br /&gt;que contava histórias&lt;br /&gt;de lugares longínquos, mas a verdade&lt;br /&gt;é que aquelas histórias ficaram sempre &lt;br /&gt;na sua memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gaspar também contou histórias&lt;br /&gt;das planícies douradas,&lt;br /&gt;que eram pelo menino da cidade&lt;br /&gt;muito imaginadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final o menino da cidade&lt;br /&gt;pensava que as suas histórias&lt;br /&gt;eram piores do que as do Gaspar,&lt;br /&gt;mas na realidade, eram todas&lt;br /&gt;histórias de encantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro Mendes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Planície de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era uma vez um menino&lt;br /&gt;que vivia no Alentejo encantador,&lt;br /&gt;Alentejo esse&lt;br /&gt;que era o seu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Ele nunca estava atento&lt;br /&gt;nas aulas do professor…&lt;br /&gt;Até que chegou da cidade um menino&lt;br /&gt;com histórias maravilhosas,&lt;br /&gt;que ele, entusiasmado,&lt;br /&gt;ouviu com atenção.&lt;br /&gt;E o Gaspar,&lt;br /&gt;nos seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;sempre imaginava&lt;br /&gt;histórias encantadas,&lt;br /&gt;esboçadas a partir da sua planície.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catarina Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4º B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2950445974296996324?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2950445974296996324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sbbf3tfzjxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/t6T9RF_C_YU/s72-c/plan%C3%ADcie+de+sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-866101741403425147</id><published>2009-03-07T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:14:43.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Com a poesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No passado dia 27 de Fevereiro e no âmbito do Encontro "ESCOLA: HÁ LUGAR PARA NOVOS CRIADORES?", o &lt;strong&gt;3º A&lt;/strong&gt; disse poesia no Auditório da Biblioteca Almeida Garrett. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desde o 1º ano que este grupo lida de uma maneira muito regular e "amigável" com a poesia e os poetas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em todos foi logo visível um gosto particular pela brincadeira de sons e ideias tão característica deste tipo de texto. Assim, memorizar e recitar de forma encenada os poemas de que mais gostam é sempre uma festa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da manhã do dia 27, ficam aqui algumas imagens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=133950950&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foi, pois, mais um momento em que o grupo esteve "com a poesia", mas, desta vez, num palco e para gente grande ver e ouvir. Nesse dia, encontraram-se com os colegas do 11º C, com quem têm tido alguns "Encontros Literários" e gostaram muito de os ouvir dizer, de novo, o poema "Romance do Aquário", de J. Pedro Mésseder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi uma ocasião especial e que vai ficar na memória de todos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os alunos, a propósito, disseram:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Eu penso que a ida à Biblioteca Almeida Garrett foi muito divertida e diferente. Um colega meu era o apresentador e estava nervoso, porque ele dizia que se podia enganar, mas não se enganou.(...) Eu senti-me um bocadinho envergonhada, mas muito feliz. A professora disse que nos portámos muito bem e, no fim, as pessoas bateram palmas e eu gostei."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Francisca)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Eu fui o apresentador e ao princípio estava nervoso, mas quando fui para o palco deixei de estar."&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Miguel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu pensei que podia ir lá outra vez, é um sítio bom para dizer poesia a um&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;público."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(João)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"As poesias correram bem, porque dissemos com vontade e alegria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Rafael)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Eu gostei de declamar as poesias, pois acho que a poesia é uma canção de embalar.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Daniela)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu gostei de lá estar, mas quando olhei para aquela gente disse assim: Tem calma, Ana. E assim aconteceu e gostei mesmo muito de lá estar.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Ana)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Por mim, acho que todos nós gostamos muito de dizer poesia e qualquer dia vamos ser uns grandes poéticos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Tatiana)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Das poesias recitadas, escolhemos esta, que fala do Porto, cidade de granito, que tantas saudades deixa a quem daqui parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Emigrante&lt;/strong&gt; [Campanhã]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, ó pedras do Porto,&lt;br /&gt;Tão frias, pela manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou partir num comboio&lt;br /&gt;Na estação de Campanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, ó sinos da Sé,&lt;br /&gt;Vendedeiras do Bolhão,&lt;br /&gt;Adeus ó fogo em que ardi&lt;br /&gt;Na noite de S. João.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, ó verde cavalo&lt;br /&gt;Da Praça da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;E Douro que me douraste &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbMNshFqG4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/m0v3dPM4BRU/s1600-h/porto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310603444047453058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbMNshFqG4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/m0v3dPM4BRU/s400/porto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos de cada idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, como pesa a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Numa mochila vazia…&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou para o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas hei-de voltar um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luísa Ducla Soares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-866101741403425147?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/866101741403425147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=866101741403425147' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/866101741403425147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/866101741403425147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/com-poesia.html' title='Com a poesia...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbMNshFqG4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/m0v3dPM4BRU/s72-c/porto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2970664346552995379</id><published>2009-03-06T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:14:21.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>Nós e a "A árvore dos abraços"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;painel com o resumo da história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbD1pxva1KI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gkDW8biMmxw/s1600-h/tudo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310014058745484450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbD1pxva1KI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gkDW8biMmxw/s400/tudo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia, eu estava sem amigos e fui para a beira de uma árvore e ela abraçou-me.&lt;/strong&gt; (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As árvores não servem só para dar abraços, servem também para pegar nos meninos. (Emanuel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostava que a árvore dos abraços me desse um abraço e um fruto especial: o amor.&lt;/strong&gt; (Matilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou triste preciso do abraço da árvore para ficar mais feliz. (Inês)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A árvore do recreio dá-me abraços, quando brinco às escondidas.&lt;/strong&gt; (Fábio Miguel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou triste, gostava que uma árvore me desse um abraço e quando não tenho ninguém para brincar gostava de um abraço doce. (Vasco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia sentei-me à beira de uma árvore, os pássaros começaram a cantar e eu acabei por adormecer e senti um abraço apertado.&lt;/strong&gt; (Nuno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ter uma árvore que me desse abraços quando estou triste. (Jorge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha árvore dá-me muito carinho.&lt;/strong&gt; (Vítor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava muito de ter uma árvore que desse abraços. No meu quintal tem uma árvore, mas não dá abraços, dá frutos. (Diogo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu adoro receber abraços e os abraços de uma árvore devem ser bons. &lt;/strong&gt;(Margarida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Árvore dos Abraços dava abraços quentes e macios. (Ana Luísa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostava de ter um abraço de uma árvore porque muitas vezes estou sozinha.&lt;/strong&gt; (Eviliana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria que a árvore dos abraços me desse abraços quando estivesse triste e só. (Beatriz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gostava de ter um abraço de uma árvore quando estou triste.&lt;/strong&gt; (Rita)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310013924855080498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbD1h-9dZjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/R8tSi96aqak/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Actividades baseadas no conto “ A árvore dos Abraços” de José Jorge Letria&lt;br /&gt;EB1/JI Nossa senhora de Campanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;3º Ano A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2970664346552995379?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2970664346552995379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2970664346552995379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2970664346552995379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2970664346552995379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/nos-e-a-arvore-dos-abracos.html' title='Nós e a &quot;A árvore dos abraços&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SbD1pxva1KI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gkDW8biMmxw/s72-c/tudo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8970072067359675444</id><published>2009-03-05T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:46:46.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DE SÃO ROQUE'/><title type='text'>Os nossos desenhos da árvore dos abraços</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-8b.slide.com&amp;amp;channel=3314649325755309451&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alunos da Escola de São Roque da Lameira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa9EkoMN2bI/AAAAAAAAAko/T4K90-XIblY/s400/resumo.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clique na imagem para ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-6176960296026540533?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6176960296026540533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=6176960296026540533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6176960296026540533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6176960296026540533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/resumo-d-arvore-dos-abracos.html' title='Resumo d&apos; &quot;A árvore dos abraços&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa9EkoMN2bI/AAAAAAAAAko/T4K90-XIblY/s72-c/resumo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3845603357679795343</id><published>2009-03-04T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:39:46.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Dois poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--- -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8DzyNeKQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7_pgsYY-sLI/s1600-h/Imagem+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309466673879591170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8DzyNeKQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7_pgsYY-sLI/s400/Imagem+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Árvore dos Abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era especial, era silenciosa,&lt;br /&gt;era amistosa.&lt;br /&gt;Não fazia mal&lt;br /&gt;era apenas uma árvore banal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era mágica,&lt;br /&gt;nem misteriosa.&lt;br /&gt;Era banal,&lt;br /&gt;mas muito amorosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus ramos,&lt;br /&gt;o menino embalou. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8FoDcgveI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rBkfzjv8roQ/s1600-h/Imagem+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309468671370903010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8FoDcgveI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rBkfzjv8roQ/s400/Imagem+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão cuidadosa&lt;br /&gt;que nem o acordou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a ausência da mãe,&lt;br /&gt;o menino protegeu.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não enlouqueceu&lt;br /&gt;e à árvore agradeceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo egoísmo das pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;a árvore quiseram destruir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o povo se reuniu&lt;br /&gt;e tiveram de desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os anos passaram,&lt;br /&gt;a árvore envelheceu. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8D-f5ZtNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NVuiWFJSFwg/s1600-h/Imagem+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309466857942136018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8D-f5ZtNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NVuiWFJSFwg/s400/Imagem+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chegou o dia,&lt;br /&gt;em que ela morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;A Árvore dos Abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma árvore banal, mas especial,&lt;br /&gt;que comovida pela tristeza de uma criança,&lt;br /&gt;abriu os seus ramos&lt;br /&gt;e lhe deu confiança, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8FhHuo9UI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mkSO0HhV_4s/s1600-h/Imagem+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309468552261596482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8FhHuo9UI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mkSO0HhV_4s/s400/Imagem+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e lhe deu esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quando a quiseram derrubar&lt;br /&gt;todos se uniram para a ajudar&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém a conseguiu cortar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, embora envelhecida,&lt;br /&gt;mas erguida,&lt;br /&gt;a árvore deu a sua partida&lt;br /&gt;para um mundo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixou-nos na memória,&lt;br /&gt;a sua bela história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje recorda-se com saudade &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8DgIwjKKI/AAAAAAAAAio/7CzzLFqwa7g/s1600-h/Imagem+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309466336334915746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8DgIwjKKI/AAAAAAAAAio/7CzzLFqwa7g/s400/Imagem+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquela árvore&lt;br /&gt;que tinha uma enorme&lt;br /&gt;bondade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Pedro Madureira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turma 4º B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-3845603357679795343?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3845603357679795343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3845603357679795343' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3845603357679795343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3845603357679795343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/dois-poemas.html' title='Dois poemas'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/Sa8DzyNeKQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7_pgsYY-sLI/s72-c/Imagem+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7887830548875082015</id><published>2009-03-02T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:55:53.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>Conversas com um escaravelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayMxklo7KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vLFsSFT9qr0/s1600-h/Pina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308772844025998498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayMxklo7KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vLFsSFT9qr0/s400/Pina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era uma vez um escaravelho da batata chamado Bocage e uma menina chamada Ana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“- Estás a gostar ou não? Respondes ou não? Então não respondes?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois se não respondes é porque ainda não leste esta história tão divertida de Manuel António Pina presente na obra “O Têpluquê e outras histórias”, e que os alunos do 2ºA da Escola do Falcão tanto apreciaram. Diverte-te com esta história, que encontras na biblioteca da escola, e ,já agora, aproveita e lê também as outras do mesmo livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/3127258903519863271-7887830548875082015?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7887830548875082015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7887830548875082015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7887830548875082015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7887830548875082015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversas-com-um-escaravelho.html' title='Conversas com um escaravelho'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayMxklo7KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vLFsSFT9qr0/s72-c/Pina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-754880061990624865</id><published>2009-03-02T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:44:13.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>A girafa que comia estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayLH3b6wtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IOrYwAwuJyI/s1600-h/g_c_estrelas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308771028019364562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayLH3b6wtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IOrYwAwuJyI/s400/g_c_estrelas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olímpia é uma girafa diferente porque é muito alta e anda sempre com a cabeça nas nuvens. A sua mãe, D. Augusta, é que não gosta nada disso porque Olímpia pode constipar-se e isso é o que de pior pode acontecer a uma girafa, por causa do tamanho do pescoço. Olímpia, à noite, sobe ao morro mais alto da savana e come estrelas, mas o que ela quer mesmo é encontrar anjos. Nas nuvens apenas encontra uma galinha do mato muito engraçada que aí vive chamada D. Margarida, e as duas vivem uma bonita amizade e mostram-nos que com um pequeno esforço podemos sempre dar o nosso contributo para resolver grandes problemas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayKSxBp-EI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZFM4ZvoeVEI/s1600-h/Olimpia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308770115765532738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayKSxBp-EI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZFM4ZvoeVEI/s400/Olimpia+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2ºA - Escola do Falcão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-754880061990624865?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/754880061990624865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=754880061990624865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/754880061990624865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/754880061990624865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/03/girafa-que-comia-estrelas.html' title='A girafa que comia estrelas'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SayLH3b6wtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IOrYwAwuJyI/s72-c/g_c_estrelas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1905717028676404670</id><published>2009-02-23T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:17:28.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DE SÃO ROQUE'/><title type='text'>"Elmer e Allen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaJ3j-UZdWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/C93iUgTrefo/s1600-h/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305934770903545186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaJ3j-UZdWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/C93iUgTrefo/s400/DSC01816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ao trabalhar o livro "Elmer e Allen" de David McKee, pretendeu-se levar os alunos a constatar, que apesar das diferenças físicas, podemos ser aceites e respeitados pelos outros, promovendo a importância de aprender a viver em comunidade.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305934487546833714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaJ3Teu5KzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/prTKKkTCRNY/s400/DSC01815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1905717028676404670?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1905717028676404670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1905717028676404670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1905717028676404670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1905717028676404670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/02/elmer-e-allen.html' title='&quot;Elmer e Allen&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaJ3j-UZdWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/C93iUgTrefo/s72-c/DSC01816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-5027393594919838559</id><published>2009-02-23T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:08:50.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DE SÃO ROQUE'/><title type='text'>Vira-ventos de palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaJ1eYGAAJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/le8RW-QipRw/s1600-h/DSC01909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305932475720007826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaJ1eYGAAJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/le8RW-QipRw/s400/DSC01909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao trabalhar "A Árvore dos Abraços", os alunos do 2ºA da Escola de São Roque, construiram individualmente um vira-vento, utilizando cartolina, anilhas, pregos e reutilizando tubos de plástico. Escreveram no seu vira-vento as palavras que lhes chamaram mais a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Construiu-se para a sala um vira-vento maior, reunindo todas as palavras que os alunos elegeram e escreveram no seu vira-vento.&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/3127258903519863271-5027393594919838559?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5027393594919838559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=5027393594919838559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5027393594919838559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5027393594919838559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/02/vira-ventos-de-palavras.html' title='Vira-ventos de palavras...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaJ1eYGAAJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/le8RW-QipRw/s72-c/DSC01909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3248367915727989944</id><published>2009-02-21T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:02:59.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Uma Floresta de Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCYqGe8B3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NIy7w-qthns/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXxZYfkGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xlBblf5E21Q/s1600-h/arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305407235925446754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXxZYfkGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xlBblf5E21Q/s400/arvore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós lemos "A Árvore dos Abraços" e resolvemos encontrar uma resposta à questão:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Será que já começou a nascer uma árvore nova no seu lugar, com muitos mais abraços para dar?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nós achamos que já nasceu, aliás, nasceu no seu lugar uma grande floresta, uma Floresta de Sentimentos. Nela há muitas árvores como estas que passamos a apresentar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCWRiOYfOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pDebLMTVF9s/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305405589031517410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCWRiOYfOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pDebLMTVF9s/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu sou a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Árvore da Alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e, quando alguém está deprimido, triste e envergonhado, eu faço com que fique feliz." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Miguel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCWuSXV57I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ebaBkurUr8E/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406082990335922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCWuSXV57I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ebaBkurUr8E/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu sou a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Árvore da Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e ajudo as pessoas a ter alguma Paz, porque ainda existem guerras no Mundo e eu não quero que isso aconteça mais. Por isso, ajudo as pessoas a ser mais amigas umas das outras."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Daniel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCWiPf8kpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/x_uQyvF7LmI/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305405876062687890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCWiPf8kpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/x_uQyvF7LmI/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Eu sou a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Árvore do Medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e assusto as pessoas com cuidado para elas deixarem de ter medo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Pedro) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCYt8YGQoI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Zwu4LQ5TAKU/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305408276111180418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCYt8YGQoI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Zwu4LQ5TAKU/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu sou a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Árvore do Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e eu gosto de espalhar amor, gosto de ser amorosa e gosto de cantar canções de amor. Gosto que os namorados venham namorar debaixo das minhas folhas e, se quiserem, podem apanhar uma."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Inês) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXNG1iuCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/iridPT511zU/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406612471724066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXNG1iuCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/iridPT511zU/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXNG1iuCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/iridPT511zU/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXNG1iuCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/iridPT511zU/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Eu sou a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Árvore da Solidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e sou uma árvore que não gosta que os pássaros cantem em cima dos ramos. Não gosto de ter muita companhia, gosto de estar sozinha e ajudo as pessoas a ficarem sozinhas também."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Marco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXcqAD_GI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RuSssXRkwSk/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406879609125986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXcqAD_GI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RuSssXRkwSk/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXcqAD_GI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RuSssXRkwSk/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXcqAD_GI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RuSssXRkwSk/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Eu sou a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Árvore da Justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e faço as pessoas mais fortes. Uma vez, ajudei uma menina que estava a ser acusada de uma coisa que não fez e deixaram de acusá-la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Catarina)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostamos tanto desta floresta que, neste Carnaval, pegámos em sacos usados de farinha, amostras de panos, esfregões da louça, sacos plásticos, cola (oferecida por um pai), agrafos, alguma imaginação e paciência e fizemos as nossas fatiotas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui ficam os nossos retratos, tirados no dia do desfile, e algumas imagens do trabalho que fizemos durante a semana anterior. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=133184284&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3º A - CORUJEIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-3248367915727989944?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3248367915727989944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3248367915727989944' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3248367915727989944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3248367915727989944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-floresta-de-sentimentos.html' title='Uma Floresta de Sentimentos'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SaCXxZYfkGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xlBblf5E21Q/s72-c/arvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7767784091643699223</id><published>2009-02-20T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:17:16.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO CERCO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>Ilustrando... 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A árvore dos abraços'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7313010256812579403</id><published>2009-02-20T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:55:10.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>Comentando... A árvore do abraços</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SZ9CoK50cCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Jf7SsB8yqDU/s1600-h/arvore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305032143954800674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SZ9CoK50cCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Jf7SsB8yqDU/s400/arvore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A árvore dos abraços dá abraços a todas as crianças. – Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na minha escola, tenho uma árvore que é minha amiga. – Tatiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na escola há uma árvore dos abraços. – Cláudia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gosto da árvore dos abraços porque ela é amiga. – Tiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro os abraços da minha família. – Sofia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando estou triste preciso de um abraço. – Armindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os abraços das árvores são carinhosos. – Rui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A árvore dos abraços é linda. – Moisés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A árvore dos abraços deve ser fofa. – Ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria deitar-me na árvore dos abraços. – Sérgio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostaria que todas as árvores falassem para lhes pedir um abraço. – Bárbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria fazer uma visita à árvore dos abraços. – Mariana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas gostam da árvore dos abraços. – Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu adoro a árvore dos abraços. – Daniela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os abraços das árvores são bons. – Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando vi a árvore dos abraços corri para ela e senti um abraço apertado. – Ricardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;3ºA – Escola do Falcão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-7313010256812579403?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7313010256812579403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7313010256812579403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7313010256812579403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7313010256812579403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/02/comentando-arvore-do-abracos.html' title='Comentando... A árvore do abraços'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SZ9CoK50cCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Jf7SsB8yqDU/s72-c/arvore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2010822943106406049</id><published>2009-02-15T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:32:52.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO CERCO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>Antes de ler "A árvore dos abraços"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122757193214482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SZh6DO7KqhI/AAAAAAAAAew/CmBCJ2jEvG8/s400/folhas.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu acho que o livro fala de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Ana Matos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu acho que o livro fala sobre uma árvore que é muito amiga das crianças. Ela fala e dá abraços, sem os pais dessas crianças saberem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Bárbara Fernandes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu acho que o livro falará de meninos que vão ao pé da árvore e ela dá abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Fábio Castro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu acho que, com este título, a história deve falar de uma árvore que, cada vez que vê alguém, lhe dá uns abraços muito agradáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Gonçalo Monteiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu acho que o livro fala de uma árvore e de um menino que era amigo da árvore.&lt;br /&gt;O menino pedia coisas e a árvore dava-lhe coisas do seu corpo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Jorge Costa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pelo título, o texto deve falar sobre uma árvore que abraça e fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Hélder Pereira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu acho que fala sobre os abraços, que uma árvore dá, a uma menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Mafalda Alves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu imagino que o livro falará de uma árvore sozinha e, quando fala uma pessoa, a árvore dá um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Mário Osório)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O livro vai falar de uma árvore que dá abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Miguel Pereira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu acho que a história começa na Natureza, com uma árvore que gostava de abraçar toda a gente. Os meninos abraçavam-na e, um dia, caía chuva e, todos os meninos que não tivessem guarda-chuva, iam para a árvore e ela abrigava-os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Miguel Tinoco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu acho que o livro vai falar de um menino e de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Nair Vieira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu acho que o livro quer dizer que, quando as pessoas passam, ela as abraça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Sofia Frias) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122497933526674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SZh50JG1xpI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZjlSdBXV67w/s400/folhas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;13/01/2009&lt;br /&gt;Alunos do 4ºA&lt;br /&gt;EB1/JI do Cerco do Porto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2010822943106406049?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2010822943106406049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2010822943106406049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2010822943106406049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2010822943106406049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/02/antes-de-ler-arvore-dos-abracos.html' title='Antes de ler &quot;A árvore dos abraços&quot;...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SZh6DO7KqhI/AAAAAAAAAew/CmBCJ2jEvG8/s72-c/folhas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1335147486287417360</id><published>2009-02-08T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:16:33.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>As poções secretas da professora Parassalsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SY8FCIHqVkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/142s4G4jiME/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300460820535858754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SY8FCIHqVkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/142s4G4jiME/s400/ScannedImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era uma vez uma professora chamada Parassalsa. Ela era famosa. Era a melhor cientista do mundo. A professora tinha um laboratório grande, com tubos esquisitos e tinha uma cobaia chamada Barnabé. Ele vivia numa gaiola confortável. A professora também tinha um ajudante chamado Celso. Era um ajudante preguiçoso e resmungão.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, a professora Parassalsa teve que sair e pediu ao seu ajudante que fizesse a limpeza do laboratório. Mas, como ele era muito mandrião e achava que a professora não fazia nada e que passava a vida sentada à secretária, deixou-a sair e sentou-se ele na cadeira da professora, com os pés em cima da mesa a olhar para um cofre que havia no laboratório. Esse cofre tinha escrito ultra-secreto. Era sinal que ninguém podia mexer. Mas, Celso para além de malcriado era também desobediente e ganancioso. Então procurou as chaves nas gavetas da secretária e abriu o tal cofre. Surpresa! O cofre estava cheio de várias poções diferentes. Celso tirou-as para fora e como ele queria ficar rico precisava de as experimentar. Queria experimentar nele, mas, pensou que ainda não tinham sido testadas, por isso podiam não resultar. Então experimentou três poções na cobaia Barnabé. Sabem o que aconteceu? Pesquisem e procurem saber o final da nossa história. É muito engraçado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um livro ilustrado por KorKy Paul e texto de Robin Tzannes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300460505245035602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SY8EvxkeLFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/DBX2nbx1e6s/s400/professora.JPG" border="0" /&gt; EB1 do Falcão – 3º ano B &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1335147486287417360?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1335147486287417360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1335147486287417360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1335147486287417360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1335147486287417360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-pocoes-secretas-da-professora.html' title='As poções secretas da professora Parassalsa'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SY8FCIHqVkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/142s4G4jiME/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-930096003140198194</id><published>2009-02-08T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:46:54.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO CERCO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A árvore dos abraços'/><title type='text'>As árvores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/SZ9A5WRsqjI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4s_UYEp6xF8/s1600-h/arvores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305030240042265138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Juntamente com as suas irmãzinhas formavam o Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, a menina Gotinha de Água estava a dormir, a sonhar,…&lt;br /&gt;Então o Sol beijou-a e logo ela subiu no ar.&lt;br /&gt;No céu, olhou à sua volta e viu milhões de gotinhas como ela boiarem no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Vieram os ventos e começaram a empurrar aquelas nuvens e a gotinha viajou por muitas terras.&lt;br /&gt;Depois o vento parou. As nuvens escureceram como breu. A gotinha olhava para baixo e via a terra seca e pensou:&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse dar de beber às flores, aos campos,…&lt;br /&gt;E deixou-se cair, à frente de milhões de gotinhas em forma de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Então a menina Gotinha de Água, com as suas irmãzinhas, desceu aos caminhos escondidos na terra, passou entre as raízes das plantas, desceu, desceu sempre até que encontrou um palácio maravilhoso que havia no seio da terra.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordou, sentiu saudades do Mar e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- São horas, irmãzinhas.&lt;br /&gt;E pôs-se a saltar, de pedra em pedra, a correr, a saltar, a cantar toda contente. Atrás dela vinham suas irmãzinhas, e todas vinham muito contentes e felizes. Até que um dia chegaram ao estuário de um grande rio.&lt;br /&gt;Eram agora milhões e milhões de gotinhas de água, a correr, a brincar, a cantar a caminho do Mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A menina Gotinha de Água pôs-se a correr mais ligeira, juntamente com as suas irmãzinhas e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos, toca a andar, que estamos a chegar à nossa casa no Mar.&lt;br /&gt;O céu estava cheio de gaivotas que brincavam com o fumo dos navios e alegremente cumprimentavam a gotinha.&lt;br /&gt;Então, a linda menina Gotinha de Água viu que chegara finalmente ao Mar e desatou a cantar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sou a Menina Gotinha de Água,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotinha azul do mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que fui nuvem no ar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuva abençoada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fonte a cantar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ribeiro a saltar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rio a correr, e que volta à sua casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Casa no mar&lt;br /&gt;Onde vai descansar&lt;br /&gt;Dormir e sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Antes que de novo&lt;br /&gt;Torne a ser&lt;br /&gt;Nuvem no ar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuva abençoada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fonte a cantar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ribeiro a saltar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rio a correr&lt;br /&gt;E mar&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=111372518&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=111372518"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trabalho dos alunos do 4º A da Escola do Falcão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2560592186361944059?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2560592186361944059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2560592186361944059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2560592186361944059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2560592186361944059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/menina-gotinha-de-gua-de-papiniano.html' title='&quot;A Menina Gotinha de Água&quot; de Papiniano Carlos'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-125355491935982462</id><published>2008-03-26T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:13:17.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DE SÃO ROQUE'/><title type='text'>"O Circo das Palavras Voadoras de A a Z"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os alunos de 2ºano (turma da manhã) da Escola de São Roque leram a obra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.asa.pt/produtos/produto.php?id_produto=803065&amp;amp;origem=catalogo&amp;amp;id_categoria=185"&gt;O Circo das Palavras Voadoras de A a Z&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nonio.uminho.pt/netescrita/pt/autores/bio_alvaro.html"&gt;Álvaro de Magalhães&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois dividiram-se em grupos para realizarem actividades de escrita criativa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eis um dos resultados finais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa era uma menina pequena que não sabia ler nem escrever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Brincava com o pai e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cantava melodias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;D &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D, o desarrumador, gostava de desarrumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Era uma vez uma flauta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;F &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Flauta que deu a volta ao mundo e que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gostava de tocar músicas bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hospital das Letras cuidava das letras doentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; entrava no nome da Inês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;J &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; era um trapalhão que não parava de rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;K &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; era uma letra triste porque não entrava nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lá no circo haviam milhões de letras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;M &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Malabaristas, desequilibristas e muitos mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Não se preocupavam com as alturas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jogou à bola e ficou todo torcido por fazerem dele uma bola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de pai da Vanessa que a levou à Escola das Letras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Quarteto músical fez uma viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;R &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; era uma letra rápida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;S &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de saxofone que entrava na orquestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;T &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gostava de tocar trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;U &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; entrava na palavra “união”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;V &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de vento forte que a flauta sentiu em França.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sentia-se mal por ser pouco usado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;X &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; era uma letra mandona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sentava-se num cantinho triste e sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Z &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; era uma letra que se zangava com todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-125355491935982462?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/125355491935982462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=125355491935982462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/125355491935982462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/125355491935982462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-circo-das-palavras-voadoras-de-a-z.html' title='&quot;O Circo das Palavras Voadoras de A a Z&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8997478353617716781</id><published>2008-03-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:42:55.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DE SÃO ROQUE'/><title type='text'>Um grande aquário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os alunos do 2º ano da manhã de São Roque da Lameira, depois de terem abordado a obra “O Aquário” de João Pedro Mésseder, resolveram em conjunto construir um grande aquário de cerca de 1, 20m em esferovite.&lt;br /&gt;É com gosto que o partilham com a restante comunidade educativa do Cerco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=105690678&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=105690678"&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/3127258903519863271-8997478353617716781?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8997478353617716781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=8997478353617716781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8997478353617716781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8997478353617716781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/os-alunos-do-2-ano-da-manh-de-so-roque.html' title='Um grande aquário'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-6206115240275003961</id><published>2008-02-25T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:55:52.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Reflexão sobre o livro «O Aquário»</title><content type='html'>O Mundo em que vivemos também podia ser um aquário.&lt;br /&gt;Não seria difícil encontrar «peixes azuis», invejosos, maus, egoístas, medrosos,… &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R8NGR-b-seI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mS2GGnLzSLU/s1600-h/fotos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171054071783535074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R8NGR-b-seI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mS2GGnLzSLU/s400/fotos+001.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E «peixes pretos», com listas vermelhas brilhantes, também encontrávamos alguns, protectores, calmos, lentos e amigos e claro, mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Também se encontrariam alguns «peixes vermelhos», humildes, tristes, solidários, inteligentes, amigos e brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serão as cores, o tamanho, a forma, enfim o aspecto, importantes para que sejamos aceites no espaço em que estamos inseridos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certamente que não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que precisamos é respeitar estas diferenças. O que mais importa é o que vem de dentro, os sentimentos que aprendemos a ter e a dar, é o que tem valor. Respeitar estas diferenças não custa nada e, já agora, ser solidário também não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que nós não podemos fazer nada para alterar esta forma de agir e pensar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turma 2º/3ºC - Corujeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-6206115240275003961?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6206115240275003961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=6206115240275003961' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6206115240275003961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/6206115240275003961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflexo-sobre-o-livro-o-aqurio.html' title='Reflexão sobre o livro «O Aquário»'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R8NGR-b-seI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mS2GGnLzSLU/s72-c/fotos+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1819665400555769296</id><published>2008-02-21T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:26:32.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Hora do conto na Corujeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R73rAub-sPI/AAAAAAAAANg/ucY_6u28nTw/s1600-h/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R73rAub-sPI/AAAAAAAAANg/ucY_6u28nTw/s400/imagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169546344989110514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, dia 21 de Fevereiro, a contadora de histórias da Biblioteca Almeida Garrett contou-nos a história &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Hipólito, o filantropo”&lt;/span&gt; de Eric Many... e que bem que ela contou.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hipólito &lt;/span&gt;é um hipopótamo &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;filantropo&lt;/span&gt; que andava triste por pensar que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;filantropo&lt;/span&gt; era um insulto que os seus amigos da selva lhe dirigiam.   Sabem que o nosso Hipólito até chegou a pensar que &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;filantropo&lt;/span&gt; era uma palavra feia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi difícil descobrir, mas, no final da história, Hipólito conseguiu perceber que chamar  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;filantropo&lt;/span&gt; a alguém é um grande elogio!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiam o livro e descubram vocês mesmos o que é ser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;filantropo&lt;/span&gt;. E já agora, o que é ser &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;misantropo&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1819665400555769296?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1819665400555769296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1819665400555769296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1819665400555769296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1819665400555769296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/hora-do-conto-na-corujeira.html' title='Hora do conto na Corujeira'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R73rAub-sPI/AAAAAAAAANg/ucY_6u28nTw/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-248967916656191770</id><published>2008-02-18T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:15:14.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>"O Aquário" em banda desenhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=102933661&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;3ºA - Escola do Falcão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-248967916656191770?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/248967916656191770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=248967916656191770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/248967916656191770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/248967916656191770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-aqurio-em-banda-desenhada.html' title='&quot;O Aquário&quot; em banda desenhada'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2327466479003514362</id><published>2008-02-17T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:25:52.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>"O Aquário" em imagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O primeiro contacto com a história do livro "O Aquário" foi através de uma contadora de histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posteriormente, a nossa professora leu o livro e mostrou-nos as ilustrações. Nós gostámos da história e decidimos recontá-la através de imagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como estamos a iniciar a aprendizagem da leitura, a professora desafiou-nos a sublinhar neste livro as palavras que já conseguimos ler. Foi engraçado! Não imaginávamos que já sabíamos ler tantas palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Turma 1ºB da Escola da Corujeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=102868378&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  scale="noscale"  salign="lt" width="450" height="200" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2327466479003514362?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2327466479003514362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2327466479003514362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2327466479003514362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2327466479003514362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-aqurio-em-imagens.html' title='&quot;O Aquário&quot; em imagens'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2425993570700085807</id><published>2008-02-13T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T04:05:52.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>O “outro lado” do Aquário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7Lbiub-sDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/noZN73dcTww/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166433112174800946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7Lbiub-sDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/noZN73dcTww/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um aquário com três peixinhos azuis. Eram muito amigos, muito unidos e viviam felizes no seu pequeno mundo. Passavam os dias a brincar e a pregar partidas uns aos outros para não ficarem aborrecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, apareceu no aquário um peixinho vermelho. Tinha barbatanas finas e brilhantes. Parecia muito vaidoso e fidalgo.&lt;br /&gt;Os três amigos azuis não sabiam o que fazer. Esperaram que o novo vizinho se viesse apresentar, mas ele afastava-se deles. Então, continuaram a sua vida sem lhe ligar. De vez em quando tentavam aproximar-se do peixe vermelho e brincavam à volta dele. O peixe vermelho fugia deles e começaram a pensar que ele se achava superior.&lt;br /&gt;Algum tempo depois, colocaram no aquário um peixe preto enorme. Os peixinhos azuis ficaram com medo. O pequeno mundo deles estava cada vez mais pequeno porque tinha mais dois habitantes. Aqueles peixes tinham-lhes roubado o espaço!&lt;br /&gt;Realmente, o peixe vermelho começou a percorrer todo o aquário acompanhado pelo peixe grande como guarda-barbatanas.&lt;br /&gt;Os peixinhos azuis brincavam escondidos e só comiam quando os outros se afastavam para descansar.&lt;br /&gt;O pior foi quando se perceberam que o peixe preto estava doente. Havia uma doença no aquário e não demorou muito até os peixinhos azuis começarem a sentir-se mal. Os três amigos já não tinham forças para nadar e estavam revoltados.&lt;br /&gt;Depois aconteceu uma coisa extraordinária. Talvez por se sentir culpado, o peixe vermelho começou a ajudá-los e a levar-lhes comida. Aquele peixe era esquisito mas tinha bom coração!&lt;br /&gt;A seguir fez uma coisa extraordinária. Nadou, rebolou e até saltou fora de água para alertar o humano que ainda não sabia da doença dos peixinhos. E conseguiu. Limparam a água do aquário e todos os peixes começaram a ficar bons.&lt;br /&gt;A catástrofe serviu para todos os peixes se unirem e ficarem a conhecer-se melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Os peixinhos azuis ganharam dois amigos interessantes e a sua vida no aquário tornou-se mais divertida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turma 3ºB da Escola do Falcão&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/3127258903519863271-2425993570700085807?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2425993570700085807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2425993570700085807' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2425993570700085807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2425993570700085807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-outro-lado-do-aqurio.html' title='O “outro lado” do Aquário'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7Lbiub-sDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/noZN73dcTww/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7041067307053080290</id><published>2008-02-12T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:07:33.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Um poema - aquário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A construir o nosso aquário&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(a observar os alunos…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se houve um tempo…&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi a ver a água&lt;br /&gt;Que escorria nos nossos dedos&lt;br /&gt;Que gelava nos nossas peles…&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi a misturar cores&lt;br /&gt;A distinguir formas&lt;br /&gt;Na vida dos vidros!&lt;br /&gt;Se houve um gesto&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi a ver os peixes&lt;br /&gt;Que imitavam a vida&lt;br /&gt;Que escorriam sangue&lt;br /&gt;Como se sentissem…&lt;br /&gt;E no papel&lt;br /&gt;o aquário surgiu&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse um afago&lt;br /&gt;àquele peixe&lt;br /&gt;que gostamos&lt;br /&gt;e de quem somos amigos…&lt;br /&gt;A.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=102280386&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-7041067307053080290?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7041067307053080290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7041067307053080290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7041067307053080290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7041067307053080290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/um-poema-aqurio.html' title='Um poema - aquário'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-5692217581210598713</id><published>2008-02-11T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:13:30.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>O Aquário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peixe vermelho, vermelhinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;com a luz do sol brilhava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7Hvkeb-sCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eKisH8aeL28/s1600-h/Nova+imagem.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7Hvkeb-sCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eKisH8aeL28/s400/Nova+imagem.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166173657495416866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;num aquário de águas cristalinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suas lindas escamas espalhava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este lindo peixe vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;queria muito brincar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas os três peixes azuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;não o convidavam a entrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este pequeno cardume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ignorava e invejava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aquelas brilhantes e lindas escamas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E não era só isso que cobiçava…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os três peixes azuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;não o deixavam comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e via-se a olhos vistos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que estava a emagrecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alimentava-se dos restos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e a sua cor foi perdendo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tanta beleza desaparecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e os outros achavam estupendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neste aquário um novo peixe entrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;preto, com duas listas vermelhas e velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trazia amizade e companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para o peixinho vermelho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7CsP-b-r_I/AAAAAAAAALg/NasQl7C8yVo/s1600-h/Nova+imagem+%283%29.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165818163052326898" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 218px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7CsP-b-r_I/AAAAAAAAALg/NasQl7C8yVo/s400/Nova+imagem+%283%29.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juntos partilhavam a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;neste aquário peculiar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixou de se sentir só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e com amor para dar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os azuis estranharam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;todas estas mudanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;deixaram de ser os primeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e diminuíram as suas panças…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A doença chegou ao aquário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e o peixe preto adoeceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;logo a seguir foram os azuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e o vermelho também padeceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7CscOb-sAI/AAAAAAAAALo/sZsxUrmw3Vg/s1600-h/Nova+imagem+%281%29.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165818373505724418" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7CscOb-sAI/AAAAAAAAALo/sZsxUrmw3Vg/s400/Nova+imagem+%281%29.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O mal estava na água…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para chamar a atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o peixinho vermelho saltava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tamanha era a sua aflição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A água foi mudada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e o aquário ficou harmonioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A vida ensinou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o que vale ser generoso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Trabalho colectivo: 3º/4º C)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-5692217581210598713?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5692217581210598713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=5692217581210598713' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5692217581210598713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5692217581210598713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/peixe-vermelho-vermelhinho-com-luz-do.html' title='O Aquário'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7Hvkeb-sCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eKisH8aeL28/s72-c/Nova+imagem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-2702569841825411013</id><published>2008-02-11T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:49:11.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>O soldado João</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As turmas de 3º ano da Escola do Falcão leram o livro O soldado João de Luísa Ducla Soares.&lt;br /&gt;Com este soldado aprendemos que para fazer a paz basta alegria e simpatia.&lt;br /&gt;O resumo da história foi feito pela turma do 3ºA. O 3ºB pesquisou as imagens e fez as ilustrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Resumo da história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um soldado chamado João.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, o soldado João decidiu sair da sua aldeia, onde sachava couves, semeava milho, regava cravos e rosas, e foi para a guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou à guerra, começou logo por cumprimentar os inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;Então o capitão viu que o soldado João não servia para andar na guerra e mandou-o para corneteiro. Mas, o soldado João em vez de tocar músicas de guerra, tocava o fandango e todos cantavam e batiam palmas.&lt;br /&gt;O capitão ficou furioso e mandou-o para cozinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mal entrou na cozinha, pegou num panelão e começou a distribuir café por todos os soldados, amigos e inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;O capitão muito chateado, disse-lhe que ia pô-lo a enfermeiro militar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando entrou no consultório pôs-se logo à procura de feridos e curava amigos e inimigos. Até tirou os calos aos dois capitães.&lt;br /&gt;Os dois capitães resolveram apertar as suas mãos, acabando com a guerra. Ao soldado João, ofereceram duas medalhas.&lt;br /&gt;Passados sete dias, o soldado João voltou à sua aldeia onde continuou o seu trabalho: sachar couves, semear milho e regar cravos e rosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165653283552800674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7AWSub-r6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/PJEHrfSIhrs/s400/Sem+t%2B%C2%A1tulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-2702569841825411013?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2702569841825411013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=2702569841825411013' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2702569841825411013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/2702569841825411013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-soldado-joo.html' title='O soldado João'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R7AWSub-r6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/PJEHrfSIhrs/s72-c/Sem+t%2B%C2%A1tulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-5346454940572502849</id><published>2008-02-10T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:04:48.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Afinal, é bom saber ler!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A turma do 1ºB da Escola da Corujeira ouviu a leitura do livro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Pintado de fresco” de Armindo Reis e, além do reconto oral, decidiu fazer a ilustração do texto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pintado de fresco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-NNeb-r4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/B2H-ZAu40W8/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165502560265482114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-NNeb-r4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/B2H-ZAu40W8/s200/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Raquel já andava há muito tempo na escola e ainda não sabia ler. A mãe todos os dias lhe ralhava e ela começava o dia a chorar. A menina achava que era um grande aborrecimento aprender aquelas letras todas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-K1eb-rzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PzKmGerNkFU/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165499948925366066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-K1eb-rzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PzKmGerNkFU/s200/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certo dia, a Raquel resolveu ir ao parque e procurou um banco para se sentar. Em cima do banco viu um papel escrito, mas como ela não sabia ler, não conseguiu descobrir o que dizia. Então sentou-se no banco e o vestido ficou colado e a Raquel, aflita, disse: “Estava pintado de fresco!” Ao levantar-se tocou com as mãos no banco e ficou com elas pintadas de verde. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-Ly-b-r1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zxYJBu1mYVw/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165501005487320914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-Ly-b-r1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zxYJBu1mYVw/s200/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No meio de toda a confusão, limpou as mãos ao vestido e ainda coçou o nariz e a testa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Raquel foi para casa cheia de medo, porque sabia que a mãe lhe ia ralhar. As pessoas que passavam por ela diziam-lhe que ainda não era Carnaval e riam-se. A menina ficou muito envergonhada e pensava que se soubesse ler, não teria ficado toda suja de tinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-Ma-b-r2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/nHAd4C-MqwI/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165501692682088290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-Ma-b-r2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/nHAd4C-MqwI/s200/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A partir deste dia, a Raquel decidiu dar mais importância à escola e trabalhar muito para aprender a ler. Rapidamente começou a ler pequenas palavras e todos os amigos lhe faziam elogios. A mãe deixou de lhe ralhar e a Raquel já ia de boa vontade para a escola. Agora conseguia ler todas as tabuletas que diziam:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-O0eb-r5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/o9uaEQvryTU/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165504329792008082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-O0eb-r5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/o9uaEQvryTU/s200/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Afinal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;é bom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saber ler!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-LYub-r0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0QkHGCu0YF0/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-5346454940572502849?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5346454940572502849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=5346454940572502849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5346454940572502849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/5346454940572502849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/afinal-bom-saber-ler.html' title='Afinal, é bom saber ler!'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6-NNeb-r4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/B2H-ZAu40W8/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7803784597337682906</id><published>2008-02-10T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:46:25.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><title type='text'>Aquário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69vw-b-rxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pD7JkrdBosk/s1600-h/ana%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69vw-b-rxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pD7JkrdBosk/s320/ana%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165470184802004754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O Aquário:&lt;/span&gt; Incubadora de peixes submissos. Este é o significado  que João Pedro&lt;br /&gt;Mésseder deu para a palavra o aquário num outro conto por ele  escrito - o breviário da água .&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Pedro Mésseder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é: nasceu no Porto em 1957.É professor e escreve  para crianças. Foi também no Porto que completou os estudos universitários.  Publicou várias obras literárias e recebeu o Prémio Literário Maria Amália Vaz  de Carvalho em 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(4º ano- Srª de Campanhã)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-7803784597337682906?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7803784597337682906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7803784597337682906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7803784597337682906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7803784597337682906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/aqurio.html' title='Aquário'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69vw-b-rxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pD7JkrdBosk/s72-c/ana%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1695771346210656237</id><published>2008-02-10T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:27:12.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><title type='text'>Sentimentos a rimar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Peixes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Negros, azuis e vermelhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Arco-íris incubado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Todos comem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Todos nadam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;De doenças todos sofrem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Na hora da decisão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;É preciso aceitação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;Das diferenças de cada um&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;Nasce a diversidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;No arco-íris incubado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;E surge a solidariedade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Que é o fruto da amizade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(4º Ano - Srª de Campanhã)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1695771346210656237?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1695771346210656237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1695771346210656237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1695771346210656237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1695771346210656237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/sentimentos-rimar.html' title='Sentimentos a rimar'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-7919411224763789189</id><published>2008-02-10T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:27:42.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>Um peixinho de papel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois de ouvirmos a história "O Aquário"... foi a vez de construirmos peixinhos em papel. Cada um fez o seu e pintou-o à sua maneira. Foi muito fácil e divertido! Agora tenta tu e, se quiseres, podes construir peixinhos para morarem num aquário feito por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turma 1º A- Corujeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QiKu6vmkiwE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QiKu6vmkiwE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-7919411224763789189?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7919411224763789189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=7919411224763789189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7919411224763789189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/7919411224763789189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/um-peixinho-de-papel.html' title='Um peixinho de papel...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-8270359137875110278</id><published>2008-02-10T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:23:31.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA SRªde CAMPANHÃ'/><title type='text'>História do aquário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Num aquário viviam peixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69n7Ob-rsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z5twtWd1DYY/s1600-h/Nova+imagem.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69n7Ob-rsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z5twtWd1DYY/s320/Nova+imagem.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461564802641602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Três azuis e um vermelho&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; sentia solidão&lt;br /&gt;E um azul era glutão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um peixe preto apareceu&lt;br /&gt;Era mais velho e maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No aquário houve mudança&lt;br /&gt;E o vermelho ficou com esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Peixes, peixinhos&lt;br /&gt;Doentes ficaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Só o vermelhinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pediu ajuda ao menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho foi solidário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Ajudando os doentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69pq-b-ruI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mx0nMQW7S_4/s1600-h/Nova+imagem+%282%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69pq-b-ruI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mx0nMQW7S_4/s320/Nova+imagem+%282%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165463484653022946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Partilhou a corrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Enchendo-lhes a barriga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   O vermelho cansadinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E também doentinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nunca parou de ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos peixinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram todos peixes&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Na cor, tamanho e idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E souberam o que era a solidariedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a igualdade&lt;br /&gt;Viva a diferença&lt;br /&gt;Viva a qualidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69pZeb-rtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UtgHs0ConhI/s1600-h/Nova+imagem+%281%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69pZeb-rtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UtgHs0ConhI/s320/Nova+imagem+%281%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165463184005312210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fora a doença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Solidão, companheirismo&lt;br /&gt;Preconceito e esperança&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que partilhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Com mais confiança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este livro extraordinário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; De pequenos peixes no aquário&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos a solidariedade&lt;br /&gt;Respeitando as diferenças e igualdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2º ano A - Srª de Campanh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ã)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-8270359137875110278?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8270359137875110278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=8270359137875110278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8270359137875110278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/8270359137875110278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/histria-do-aqu-rio-num-aqurio-viviam.html' title='História do aquário'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R69n7Ob-rsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z5twtWd1DYY/s72-c/Nova+imagem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-1761186609171001138</id><published>2008-01-31T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:24:15.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Aquário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DA CORUJEIRA'/><title type='text'>NUM AQUÁRIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161780034803170658" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JTl-clfWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KoQXjNr85ZI/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" height="199" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste aquário, vivem quatro peixes: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;três azuis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;um vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Um dia, aparece outro peixe que é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e tem &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;duas riscas vermelhas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estes peixes não se davam muito bem e nós fomos descobrir porquê. Lemos a história com muita atenção e procuramos ver como era o corpo de cada peixe, mas o que nos interessou mais  saber foi como eram os seus sentimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos começar pelos três peixes azuis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JU3OclfYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z6RFONFUrWk/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161781430667541890" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 112px; height: 163px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JU3OclfYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z6RFONFUrWk/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" height="158" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O corpo deles é azul, bonito, pequeno e são rápidos a nadar, mas eles eram invejosos, maus, inimigos, egoístas e medrosos. Eles não gostavam do peixe vermelho e tinham medo do peixe negro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JVbuclfbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/o9HpVORec8s/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161782057732767154" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 109px; height: 66px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JVbuclfbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/o9HpVORec8s/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" height="63" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O peixe vermelho tem o corpo coberto de escamas vermelhas muito brilhantes, é pequeno, magro, bonito e também nada depressa. Ele é bom, amigo, preocupado, atento, corajoso, inteligente e altruísta. Ele quer que todos sejam amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161782405625118146" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JVv-clfcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/08ndMOmPoIY/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O peixe negro tem duas riscas vermelhas, é maior que os outros, é bonito, pesado e fica doente mais facilmente. Ele é bom, amigo, muito atento, preocupado, carinhoso, pacífico e protector. Ele protege quem precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final da história, todos ficam amigos, porque o &lt;strong&gt;peixe negro&lt;/strong&gt; esteve atento ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e protegeu-o, o &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peixe vermelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; preocupou-se com todos e os &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azuis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arrependeram-se e deixaram de ser como eram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que se passou com estes peixes, também se passa connosco. Para vivermos bem uns com os outros, devemos ser como o peixe preto e o &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;peixe vermelho&lt;/span&gt; e mudar como os &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;azuis&lt;/span&gt;, quando às vezes somos como eles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texto colectivo da turma 2º A - Corujeira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-1761186609171001138?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1761186609171001138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=1761186609171001138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1761186609171001138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/1761186609171001138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/num-aqurio.html' title='NUM AQUÁRIO...'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JTl-clfWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KoQXjNr85ZI/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127258903519863271.post-3656167525884008416</id><published>2008-01-31T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:38:39.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESCOLA DO FALCÃO'/><title type='text'>"Se tu visses o que eu vi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JQ3-clfUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pLiM7D-mXE4/s1600-h/c3936_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161777045505932610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="107" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JQ3-clfUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pLiM7D-mXE4/s320/c3936_th.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2º Ano B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, da EB1 do Falcão, está a trabalhar na sala de aula o livro "&lt;strong&gt;Se tu visses o que eu vi&lt;/strong&gt;" de António Mota, ilustrações de Elsa Navarro, da Gailivro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Há mais de vinte e cinco anos que António Mota escreve e inspira os jovens leitores. É um livro de poesia divertido, que faz sorrir pelo imprevisto das situações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seguindo as ideias do autor, eis algumas das nossas criações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Semeei no meu quintal&lt;br /&gt;Sementes de manjerico&lt;br /&gt;Nasceram de lá dois homens&lt;br /&gt;Um pobre e outro rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tatiana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tu visses o que eu vi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficavas de boca aberta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma cabra muito cega&lt;br /&gt;A correr atrás da Berta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mafalda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tu visses o que eu vi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naquele lindo dominó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vaca a jogar sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a Maria a limpar o pó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corália&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3127258903519863271-3656167525884008416?l=lerepreciso1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3656167525884008416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3127258903519863271&amp;postID=3656167525884008416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3656167525884008416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3127258903519863271/posts/default/3656167525884008416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lerepreciso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-2-ano-b-da-eb1-do-falco-est-trabalhar.html' title='&quot;Se tu visses o que eu vi&quot;'/><author><name>leitores do Cerco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042678741166127327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAg5bWWwg1k/R6JQ3-clfUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pLiM7D-mXE4/s72-c/c3936_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
