<?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-3492161865461556708</id><updated>2012-03-01T22:42:07.548Z</updated><category term='Quando eu crescer...'/><category term='Contos'/><category term='Quem eu sou...'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='As Letras'/><title type='text'>O Sabor das Palavras</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-7370450220724425963</id><published>2012-02-28T17:25:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-02-28T17:43:48.531Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quando eu crescer...'/><title type='text'>Ténis Desumano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxwvn_PDfc0/T00L69wUOMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/u04l3SnmwsU/s1600/bolastenis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxwvn_PDfc0/T00L69wUOMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/u04l3SnmwsU/s320/bolastenis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Lá estou eu, &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;em casa, com o meu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a mandar currículos para a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Apple&lt;/i&gt;, para todos os blocos, para ver se a universidade compensa. E compensou, de facto. Como a minha família ficou orgulhosa, mudou-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para Lisboa e está &lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no apartamento ao lado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nessa altura ninguém me conhecia, mas ficaram a conhecer-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;-me mundialmente porque… criei o melhor jogo de sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3d_a0vXuQgI/T00MB4MmrPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Rp2TdShd0Zo/s1600/droid3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3d_a0vXuQgI/T00MB4MmrPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Rp2TdShd0Zo/s200/droid3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Consegui ficar na &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Apple&lt;/i&gt; a inventar… Primeiro tentei desenvolver robôs que se controlavam através de um computador, &lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;chamados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Computar Droides&lt;/i&gt;, mas não correu bem&lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; porque me esqueci de &lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;incorporar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; um &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de memória. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;O problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; é que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eles aprendiam um movimento e depois acabavam por se esquecer. Felizmente, à segunda, tudo correu melhor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHO7pJmBhs/T00MAWz6c1I/AAAAAAAAArI/dBJjkjK9uIU/s1600/Droid2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHO7pJmBhs/T00MAWz6c1I/AAAAAAAAArI/dBJjkjK9uIU/s320/Droid2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No início, eu não sabia em que aplicar isso. Depois pensei fazer um jogo, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Computar Ténis Droid.&lt;/em&gt; Acabei por&amp;nbsp;perceber que era melhor se houvesse um comando próprio que se ligava ao computador e ao &lt;em&gt;droid&lt;/em&gt; por uma rede privada. E, mais uma vez,&amp;nbsp;correu bem. Agora&amp;nbsp;tinha de&amp;nbsp;criar o estádio, um&amp;nbsp;estádio normal, coberto de vidro antibala, que tinha duas cabines interiores completamente apetrechadas. Para terminar&amp;nbsp;só era preciso o&amp;nbsp;comando e o &lt;em&gt;droid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKQXJly2zf4/T00MqhIzOUI/AAAAAAAAArY/u8jYcfT_AJ0/s1600/Droid1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKQXJly2zf4/T00MqhIzOUI/AAAAAAAAArY/u8jYcfT_AJ0/s200/Droid1.jpg" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mais tarde houve torneios, e tornei-me tão famoso por esse feito que&amp;nbsp;me tornei&amp;nbsp;diretor d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;a &lt;em&gt;Isnmaticgames&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;uma empresa que eu próprio criei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Comprei uma casa, tive uma família com dois filhos maravilhosos e uma bonita mulher, e nos tempos livres comecei a jogar ténis, com a esperança de que os meus filhos tivessem um bom futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Gonçalo Coelho, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-7370450220724425963?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7370450220724425963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/tenis-desumano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/7370450220724425963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/7370450220724425963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/tenis-desumano.html' title='Ténis Desumano'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxwvn_PDfc0/T00L69wUOMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/u04l3SnmwsU/s72-c/bolastenis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-540868505924590322</id><published>2012-02-22T21:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-22T21:57:16.337Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Um dia especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Hoje, está um dia &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;BOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;As flores cantam,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Os pássaros chilreiam bem lá no alto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;E até as minhocas falam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Hoje o dia está bom,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pois toda a gente está contente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Por estar calor e estarmos de férias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;O Carnaval foi bom,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Mas agora ele é passado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pois temos de pensar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Que os coelhos vêm aí a saltitar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Fiquem contentes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pois pode não haver outro dia como este!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Fiquem alegres,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;E nunca desanimem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Camila Neto, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-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/3492161865461556708-540868505924590322?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/540868505924590322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-dia-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/540868505924590322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/540868505924590322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-dia-especial.html' title='Um dia especial'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-7899681976775469911</id><published>2012-02-08T19:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:16:17.950Z</updated><title type='text'>11/2 - Dia Europeu do 112</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv0c0ScCiTE/TzLI1AslKvI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jmQWEnndHPA/s1600/112a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv0c0ScCiTE/TzLI1AslKvI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jmQWEnndHPA/s200/112a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Lembram-se do dia 29 de Fevereiro de 2008?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Certamente já não se recordam! Pois bem, nesse dia, os Bombeiros Voluntários de Vila Praia de Âncora vieram até à nossa escola (E.B. de V.P. Âncora) para nos mostrarem o tipo de trabalho que fazem no seu dia-a-dia, em regime de voluntariado (sem receberem nada em troca pelos serviços que prestam à comunidade), sob o lema "Vida por Vida". Expuseram e demonstraram o funcionamento de grande parte do material que usam e ensinaram-nos (através de pequenos filmes e de informações que foram prestadas por bombeiros e por um enfermeiro técnico do INEM) como devemos atuar em caso de catástrofe natural (sismo) e de vários tipos de acidentes (quedas, queimaduras e doenças súbitas), bem como sobre o funcionamento do número europeu de emergência 112 (que é gratuito em toda a Europa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXnKLOCKYGo/TzLIzIcbsYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Wy6lPc9QLTU/s1600/112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXnKLOCKYGo/TzLIzIcbsYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Wy6lPc9QLTU/s200/112.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Foi muito interessante e proveitoso para os alunos e professores. Os bombeiros e o enfermeiro técnico do INEM foram muito atenciosos e estiveram de parabéns; foram muito organizados, pois, em apenas uma manhã, conseguiram mostrar tudo às turmas todas do 1.º e do 2.º Ciclos e ainda houve tempo para os alunos tirarem dúvidas e experimentarem por si, com o auxílio dos bombeiros, o manuseamento das mangueiras e das agulhetas usadas no combate aos incêndios quer florestais quer urbanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Esta ação, organizada pela Associação Humanitária dos Bombeiros Ancorenses, fazia parte das comemorações do Dia Internacional da Proteção Civil (1 de Março), à qual se seguiu outra, em Abril, que consistiu numa exposição interativa onde participaram todas as entidades intervenientes na Proteção Civil (Polícia de Segurança Pública, Guarda Nacional Republicana, Bombeiros Voluntários, Bombeiros Profissionais, Sapadores Florestais, Instituto Nacional de Emergência Médica, Cruz Vermelha e Instituto de Socorros a Náufragos), que expuseram os seus materiais e as suas viaturas pelo espaço de recreio da escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TiAkqd9IoF0/TzLI3CrL5GI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N4Sgdj6ajrA/s1600/vmer.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TiAkqd9IoF0/TzLI3CrL5GI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N4Sgdj6ajrA/s200/vmer.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Continuando a refrescar a memória dos mais esquecidos, e para terminar, a 11 de Fevereiro comemora-se o Dia Europeu do 112 – os três dígitos que podem salvar vidas e bens –, pelo qual temos de ter muito respeito, e que só devemos utilizar em caso de doença súbita, acidente (rodoviário, de trabalho, ou outros), atropelamento, queda, queimadura grave, intoxicação, afogamento incêndio, etc., pois há muitas crianças e jovens que brincam simulando situações de emergência falsas. Quando isto acontece, estão a ser ocupados meios de socorro que podem estar a ser necessários numa verdadeira situação de urgência, na qual até pode estar em causa a vida de uma pessoa. Há situações de emergência onde um único segundo pode fazer a diferença entre a vida e a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Se marcarmos 112 por engano, não devemos desligar, informamos quem nos atender que ligámos por engano e que está tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Num caso de emergência, se depois de ligarmos 112, formos entretanto transportados por outro meio antes de chegar o socorro que nos foi enviado, devemos informar de imediato o 112, para evitar que os meios de socorro que entretanto se dirigem para o local estejam a ser ocupados em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O 112 é para salvar e não para brincar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Se quiserem saber mais consultem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/tcosta/dia-europeu-do-112"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;http://www.slideshare.net/tcosta/dia-europeu-do-112&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 168.0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inem.pt/inemkids/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;http://www.inem.pt/inemkids/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 168.0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Emanuel Vasconcelos, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-7899681976775469911?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7899681976775469911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/112-dia-europeu-do-112.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/7899681976775469911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/7899681976775469911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/112-dia-europeu-do-112.html' title='11/2 - Dia Europeu do 112'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv0c0ScCiTE/TzLI1AslKvI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jmQWEnndHPA/s72-c/112a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-926883450332479051</id><published>2012-02-01T10:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:48:28.657Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quando eu crescer...'/><title type='text'>Uma passagem da minha vida…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwaogBcfZpg/TykVrVrNalI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ksGE2Dvd-TU/s1600/Surf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwaogBcfZpg/TykVrVrNalI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ksGE2Dvd-TU/s320/Surf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Aqui estou eu, Camila, com os meus 26 anos. Acabei de tirar o curso de Pediatra e estou à espera de uma menina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Vivo só com o meu marido, pois como os meus pais têm medo de andar de avião nunca vêm cá.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Gosto muito de viver no Hawai porque tem ondas bem grandes e eu adoro fazer surf.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Como fui a única da minha turma a escolher este curso tive de vir sozinha para o Hawai. Tive de fazer novas amizades e descobrir várias pessoas, o que foi ótimo. Conheci o meu marido cá. Ele socorreu-me quando me ia afogando numa onda a fazer surf e tive uma quebra de tensão. Também conheci três raparigas e neste momento somos grandes amigas. Elas também são obcecadas por surf e por isso fazemo-nos às ondas sempre todas juntas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5E3QlBDLPE/TykVzqyU39I/AAAAAAAAAqI/m9WcqiJ20nQ/s1600/Praia.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5E3QlBDLPE/TykVzqyU39I/AAAAAAAAAqI/m9WcqiJ20nQ/s1600/Praia.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Daqui a algum tempo terei de ir para Portugal, porque vou ter a minha filha, a Maria. Vai ser difícil separar-me do Hawai porque aqui fiz muitos amigos e aprendi muitas coisas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Esse momento chegou, tive de me ir despedir de todos os meus amigos e das minhas amigas. Foi terrível ter de me separar desta ilha linda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando aterrei tive de ir de imediato para o hospital mais próximo, que, por coincidência, era o Hospital de S. João, no Porto, onde eu nasci. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Foi muito interessante, pois encontrei o médico que tinha assistido ao meu nascimento, e ele próprio ajudou no nascimento da minha menina, a&amp;nbsp;Maria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar2b5UShvms/TykVtweWatI/AAAAAAAAAqA/A1RlQyGUAAg/s1600/m%C3%A9dica1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar2b5UShvms/TykVtweWatI/AAAAAAAAAqA/A1RlQyGUAAg/s1600/m%C3%A9dica1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Depois de muito pensar, decidi ficar por Portugal e comecei a enviar o meu “Curriculum Vitae” para vários hospitais, à procura de emprego.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Pensei que ia ser difícil, mas não foi, consegui logo arranjar trabalho num hospital particular em Lisboa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Adoraria viver até aos meus cento e três anos, mas o que eu mais quero é viver sempre com saúde, em família, e ser feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Camila Neto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;5º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-926883450332479051?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/926883450332479051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/uma-passagem-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/926883450332479051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/926883450332479051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/02/uma-passagem-da-minha-vida.html' title='Uma passagem da minha vida…'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwaogBcfZpg/TykVrVrNalI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ksGE2Dvd-TU/s72-c/Surf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-9039324529211755610</id><published>2012-01-29T11:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:48:15.224Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>A Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXijxAzclBs/TyUwpCehODI/AAAAAAAAApg/hveFeruCwr0/s1600/banco-jardim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXijxAzclBs/TyUwpCehODI/AAAAAAAAApg/hveFeruCwr0/s200/banco-jardim.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A Paz é o que quase todos querem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;que se faça justiça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;e não guerra e injustiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Bom, mau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;positivo e negativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;são opostos um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quem tem juízo &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;quer paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;amor &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;justiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quem não tem juízo &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e é anti-positivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;só quer guerra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 3cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 4cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;e injustiça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ah! Que bom seria o mundo sem maldade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;só paz e amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 1cm; text-indent: 2cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;sem ódio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 1cm; text-indent: 3cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 1cm; text-indent: 4cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;e tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irf02zQcQEQ/TyUwu1oRfwI/AAAAAAAAApw/PsQNlAc-VqM/s1600/porta.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irf02zQcQEQ/TyUwu1oRfwI/AAAAAAAAApw/PsQNlAc-VqM/s200/porta.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por isso, ajuda-nos a fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;deste mundo de imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;o nosso novo mundo real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 2cm;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;se acreditas na fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Emanuel Vasconcelos, 5.º A (E. B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-9039324529211755610?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/9039324529211755610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/paz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/9039324529211755610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/9039324529211755610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/paz.html' title='A Paz'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXijxAzclBs/TyUwpCehODI/AAAAAAAAApg/hveFeruCwr0/s72-c/banco-jardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-2953631397962081129</id><published>2012-01-28T19:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:31:37.280Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>O Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Em tempo de guerra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;tudo desapareceu… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O riso das crianças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ou o simples canto dos pássaros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;tudo foi substituído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;pela raiva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.4pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;tristeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 70.8pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;e desordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Esse tempo foi trocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;pela solidão e pela morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;pelas armas e pela guerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;e da paz… nem um sinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggR0iVBBVmM/TyRUfUMkbKI/AAAAAAAAApY/QiA1u4DyJ0g/s1600/sorriso+crian%C3%A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggR0iVBBVmM/TyRUfUMkbKI/AAAAAAAAApY/QiA1u4DyJ0g/s200/sorriso+crian%C3%A7a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mas ao longe, &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;lá bem ao longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ecoa o riso de uma criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;os tiros cessam, os canhões param,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;e os homens detêm-se a olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O simples riso de uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;e o canto de um pássaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;restabelecem a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e a harmonia entre todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A paz é um estado de espírito magnífico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;que faz as pessoas sentirem-se bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e satisfeitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Inês Malheiro, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-2953631397962081129?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2953631397962081129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-sorriso.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/2953631397962081129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/2953631397962081129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-sorriso.html' title='O Sorriso'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggR0iVBBVmM/TyRUfUMkbKI/AAAAAAAAApY/QiA1u4DyJ0g/s72-c/sorriso+crian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-6875989939578942927</id><published>2012-01-27T17:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:13:37.804Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quando eu crescer...'/><title type='text'>Quando eu crescer... [da Inês Lomba]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snTBOCs-xEo/TyLZYFrRndI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bH5Wb4EfUyA/s1600/m%C3%A9dica.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snTBOCs-xEo/TyLZYFrRndI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bH5Wb4EfUyA/s200/m%C3%A9dica.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Vou contar-vos o que eu imagino sobre o meu futuro aos 20 anos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIu3c9Cr-wI/TyLZUr050zI/AAAAAAAAApA/tbyW4EXVjV4/s1600/paris+torre+eiffel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIu3c9Cr-wI/TyLZUr050zI/AAAAAAAAApA/tbyW4EXVjV4/s200/paris+torre+eiffel.jpg" width="107" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Em primeiro lugar, gostaria de tirar o curso de Medicina e trabalhar em Paris, porque quando era mais nova essa era a cidade que eu desejava visitar. Depois gostaria de viajar pelo mundo inteiro e&amp;nbsp;de fazer novos amigos… Mas nunca me esqueceria da minha família. Quereria viajar com eles, porque não gosto de ficar muito tempo longe dos meus pais e dos meus avós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOQ4UYl7078/TyLZWvWkcLI/AAAAAAAAApI/9zc7VA9yp9c/s1600/futebol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nos meus tempos livres gostaria de jogar futebol. Poderá ser de rapazes este desporto, mas também é o meu desporto favorito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOQ4UYl7078/TyLZWvWkcLI/AAAAAAAAApI/9zc7VA9yp9c/s1600/futebol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOQ4UYl7078/TyLZWvWkcLI/AAAAAAAAApI/9zc7VA9yp9c/s320/futebol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Também gostaria de me casar com uma pessoa inteligente, uma boa pessoa… Gostaria de ter duas filhas, porque gosto muito de meninas. Estou ainda na dúvida se gostaria de ter gémeas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Inês Lomba, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-6875989939578942927?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6875989939578942927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-eu-crescer-da-ines-lomba.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/6875989939578942927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/6875989939578942927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-eu-crescer-da-ines-lomba.html' title='Quando eu crescer... [da Inês Lomba]'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snTBOCs-xEo/TyLZYFrRndI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bH5Wb4EfUyA/s72-c/m%C3%A9dica.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-4460899323951436173</id><published>2012-01-26T16:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:47:45.448Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quando eu crescer...'/><title type='text'>O meu futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2cYf7wU1LM/TyGCmbjSsII/AAAAAAAAAow/qexGR-4nwl0/s1600/m%C3%BAsica+guitarra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2cYf7wU1LM/TyGCmbjSsII/AAAAAAAAAow/qexGR-4nwl0/s200/m%C3%BAsica+guitarra.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Aqui estou eu a imaginar como posso ser quando tiver 25 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Estou a tentar arranjar uma banda com mais três elementos: bateria, guitarra e piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Devem estar a pensar que… Mas sim, eu estudei para ser cantora. Bem, agora vou ter de fazer audições para formar uma banda. Vou começar agora mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hAjsYTJzI0/TyGCkQ3dNlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/a9r0wz8yHV0/s1600/m%C3%BAsica+baterista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hAjsYTJzI0/TyGCkQ3dNlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/a9r0wz8yHV0/s200/m%C3%BAsica+baterista.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Primeiro entrou um rapaz a tocar guitarra e até partiu os vidros do meu quarto, a seguir entrou uma rapariga a tocar bateria, que tocou tão mal que, claro, não a aceitei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E pronto, depois de ver e ouvir várias pessoas, encontrei os músicos indicados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Dali a dois dias começámos a fazer músicas. Estávamos tão entusiasmados e inspirados que conseguimos logo criar duas músicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6M1Y_Np_ek/TyGCoF1TmRI/AAAAAAAAAo4/RW2DAj6Veyg/s1600/m%25C3%25BAsica+pauta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6M1Y_Np_ek/TyGCoF1TmRI/AAAAAAAAAo4/RW2DAj6Veyg/s200/m%25C3%25BAsica+pauta.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Passado um mês, e depois de termos muitas músicas, arranjámos um produtor que nos ajudou imenso. Gravámos um álbum e, uma semana depois, o nosso produtor contactou-nos para nos dar uma ótima notícia: conseguimos um disco de platina e já tínhamos um concerto marcado em Londres, onde ficámos a viver por algum tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O melhor de tudo foi que todos nós pudemos levar alguns elementos da nossa família. Eu levei o meu pai, a minha mãe e os meus irmãos e eles foram quem mais me apoiaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ettsP4kKMM/TyGChl7rACI/AAAAAAAAAog/89gp3VxjXe4/s1600/m%C3%BAsica+concerto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ettsP4kKMM/TyGChl7rACI/AAAAAAAAAog/89gp3VxjXe4/s320/m%C3%BAsica+concerto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando cheguei a Londres, encontrei alguns dos meus amigos de infância. Lá os meus tempos livres eram ir às compras ou divertir-me na rua com os meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No dia vinte e três de maio, o dia dos meus anos, demos o nosso primeiro concerto e foi &lt;strong&gt;espetacular&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Percebemos, então, que já tínhamos milhares de fãs!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Liliana Gavinho, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-4460899323951436173?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4460899323951436173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-meu-futuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4460899323951436173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4460899323951436173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-meu-futuro.html' title='O meu futuro'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2cYf7wU1LM/TyGCmbjSsII/AAAAAAAAAow/qexGR-4nwl0/s72-c/m%C3%BAsica+guitarra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-4321388578780614092</id><published>2012-01-13T10:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:14:01.232Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>O Cavalo Manco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEwtyFJ5VbI/Tw8PXiqQmqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VGM9Uxj6Kpo/s1600/cavalo+manco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEwtyFJ5VbI/Tw8PXiqQmqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VGM9Uxj6Kpo/s320/cavalo+manco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olá, amigos! Eu sou um cavalo. Todos gozam comigo por ter uma pata defeituosa. Sou alto e não sou gordo nem magro. Não gosto de falar de pensamentos e sou tímido.&lt;br /&gt;Quando entrei para o&amp;nbsp;segundo ciclo, o meu pai e a minha mãe ofereceram-me três ferraduras. Certo dia, quando ia a sair de casa, e estando eu a usar as minhas ferraduras novas, passou uma égua que, quando me virei,&amp;nbsp;me deixou&amp;nbsp;de boca aberta. Fui até à beira dela e perguntei-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;Olá! Eu sou a Égua, e tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;Eu... eu sou o cavalo manco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;Olha que nome tão engraçado!&lt;br /&gt;A égua falava um pouco de tudo.&amp;nbsp;E eu, já a ficar pálido, pedi-a em namoro.&amp;nbsp;Ela respondeu que sim. Fizeram uma festa enorme cá na aldeia, para celebrar o início do&amp;nbsp;nosso namoro. Mas o ex-namorado da égua, quando ouviu os foguetes, foi ver ao calendário e viu que não havia nenhuma festa.&lt;br /&gt;A única&amp;nbsp;prevista já tinha sido há dois meses atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Esse cavalo ficou muito ciumento e, para se vingar,&amp;nbsp;desafiou-me para uma luta, tudo por causa da bela Égua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X647wvKt9T8/Tw8PZ0RnKlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-5tFhw-zAWM/s1600/cavalos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X647wvKt9T8/Tw8PZ0RnKlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-5tFhw-zAWM/s320/cavalos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não foi nada fácil, mas, com muito trabalho, acabei por ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;Amiguinhos, em Portugal e noutros países, de norte a sul, vou dar-vos um conselho: quando gostam de alguém, nem é tarde nem é cedo para o dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;João Paulo, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492161865461556708-4321388578780614092?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4321388578780614092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-cavalo-manco.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4321388578780614092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4321388578780614092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-cavalo-manco.html' title='O Cavalo Manco'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEwtyFJ5VbI/Tw8PXiqQmqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VGM9Uxj6Kpo/s72-c/cavalo+manco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-7591776892284762844</id><published>2012-01-12T10:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:14:27.211Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>Rico, o chocobo herói</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDdVkv9yWGk/Tw6zFY8sriI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UjIugNmcdiQ/s1600/Chocobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDdVkv9yWGk/Tw6zFY8sriI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UjIugNmcdiQ/s320/Chocobo.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Era uma vez um chocobo chamado Rico, que vivia na Floresta Chocobo, onde vivem chocobos. O Rico era um chocobo de tamanho médio, para um chocobo, e não podia voar, apesar de ser um pássaro. Rico tinha muita coragem, forte sentido de justiça e sonhava ser herói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Um belo dia, na sua floresta, Rico dormia, tranquilo, sabendo que podia descansar à vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mas, de repente, caiu um meteorito gigantesco, que acordou Rico e os outros chocobos, que vieram ver o que se passava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Uau! Olha, Rico, um meteorito! – exclamou um chocobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Mantenham-se aqui atrás, pode ser perigoso! – exclamou Rico. – Vou chamar o mestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Mestre! Um meteorito gigantesco ca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6n6xyG4S7E/Tw6vlb1f-MI/AAAAAAAAAnY/0YfGBZFxLPU/s1600/Chocobo-picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6n6xyG4S7E/Tw6vlb1f-MI/AAAAAAAAAnY/0YfGBZFxLPU/s320/Chocobo-picture.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Já sei, já sei! – interrompeu o mestre chocobo. – A hora chegou… Rico, tens de aprender a arte secreta, pontapé chocobo zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Porquê, Mestre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Do meteorito vai sair um monstro lendário chamado Bahamut, e só pode ser derrotado com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Isso, o quê? – perguntou Rico, confuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– O pontapé! Tens de o aprender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– ‘Tá bem! ‘Tá bem! – disse Rico. E ele treinou e treinou, até que chegou a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Grooaaar!!! – rugiu Bahamut, aparecendo como previu o mestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Oh! Ainda bem, pontapé chocobo zero! Buuum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Bahamut foi derrotado e Rico tornou-se um herói, concretizando o seu sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Emanuel Vasconcelos, 5º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-7591776892284762844?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7591776892284762844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/rico-o-chocobo-heroi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/7591776892284762844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/7591776892284762844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/rico-o-chocobo-heroi.html' title='Rico, o chocobo herói'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDdVkv9yWGk/Tw6zFY8sriI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UjIugNmcdiQ/s72-c/Chocobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-4601228869840562526</id><published>2012-01-11T00:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:17:35.701Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>Míticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak7JZPCAVDw/TwzTyz-w35I/AAAAAAAAAmo/0WYm6XLiVbA/s1600/fenix-083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak7JZPCAVDw/TwzTyz-w35I/AAAAAAAAAmo/0WYm6XLiVbA/s320/fenix-083.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Era uma vez uma Fénix que vivia numa prisão, fria, no centro do monte Olimpo, que Zeus tinha feito por ela ser tão bonita e majestosa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Essa Fénix não tinha nome, mas sonhava todos os dias com a liberdade. Junto dela havia mais dois grandes amigos seus, que eram o Pégaso e o Unicórnio, os quais também não tinham nomes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Um dia, enquanto Zeus treinava o seu trovão-mestre, eles conseguiram escapar e foram para Esparta. Atena tinha-os visto, mas, com pena, não os conseguiu denunciar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOx5IHXB0r4/TwzT5tNHqmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1SgGjorZzKo/s1600/pegasus-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOx5IHXB0r4/TwzT5tNHqmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1SgGjorZzKo/s1600/pegasus-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Pégaso exclamou de alegria:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Vou voar até as asas rebentar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Não exageres, meu caro amigo – avisou-o o Unicórnio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Vamos sair daqui o mais rapidamente possível – sugeriu a Fénix apressada. – Ainda estou com um mau pressentimento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Lá foram os três amigos todos felizes até que chegaram ao seu destino, Esparta, a terra dos sonhos de todas as criaturas do planisfério.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lxjh0PsNWQ/TwzT2vTg4EI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Q-I0dskoxmk/s1600/Unic%25C3%25B3rnio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lxjh0PsNWQ/TwzT2vTg4EI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Q-I0dskoxmk/s320/Unic%25C3%25B3rnio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Atena confessou-se a Zeus e Zeus foi à Grécia, a Roma, e tinha-lhe escapado Esparta, a mais óbvia. Foi lá e encontrou-os num bar, a descansar, onde os apanhou, fechando-os para sempre numa jaula feita com o poder da Caixa de Pandora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mas eles, lá no fundo, estavam felizes, pois estavam juntos e cada vez mais unidos… e, a partir de então, cada um ficou com um nome: a Fénix chamou-se Chamas, o Pégaso Vento e o Unicórnio Raio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gonçalo Coelho, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-4601228869840562526?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4601228869840562526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/miticos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4601228869840562526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4601228869840562526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/miticos.html' title='Míticos'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak7JZPCAVDw/TwzTyz-w35I/AAAAAAAAAmo/0WYm6XLiVbA/s72-c/fenix-083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-3148798657855112883</id><published>2012-01-06T16:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:15:37.002Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>A terceira guerra mundial do reino animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALE6pLUEpbA/TwceOrEVrMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PI5Ib4bAF9Q/s1600/le%25C3%25A3o+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALE6pLUEpbA/TwceOrEVrMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PI5Ib4bAF9Q/s320/le%25C3%25A3o+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"&gt;Num dia quente e soalheiro, ia o leão, rei da selva, cheio de pompa e circunstância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;, passeando na selva quando..., de repente, ouviu duas vozes, uma mais forte e outra mais aguda, a discutir. O vozeirão berrava a plenos pulmões:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Cala-te Nigil! Não sabes o que dizes, temos de destronar aquele cão com juba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A outra voz replicou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Mas, Rioga, não o podemos fazer… Se fôssemos apanhados ficaríamos nas masmorras até ao resto das nossas vidas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O Rei estava preocupado com tudo aquilo que ouvia, diria mesmo um pouco angustiado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Entretanto entrou naquela conversa mais uma voz que parecia familiar ao rei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Calma! Se fizermos isto tudo como planeado, nada correrá mal – acalmou-os ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FO_ogrQQJI/TwceL1JJ6TI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QWGHSZP8oMM/s1600/le%25C3%25A3o+1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FO_ogrQQJI/TwceL1JJ6TI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QWGHSZP8oMM/s320/le%25C3%25A3o+1" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O rei, cada vez mais preocupado, rugiu de aflição. Ao ouvir isto, todos aqueles indivíduos saltaram de trás dos arbustos, prestes para o atacar. O rei conseguiu fugir, embora sentindo um ligeiro aperto no coração. Reparou então que Rioga fora, em tempos, o seu soldado mais fiel e aquela voz que ele bem conhecia era a do seu velho amigo Nemo. Estava desolado e ao mesmo tempo enraivecido. Correu o mais depressa possível para o castelo e, quando lá chegou, falou aos seus súbditos, que ficaram perplexos com tudo aquilo. Foi então que o rei lhes suplicou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Ajudai-me, preciso de ajuda, da vossa ajuda… Preciso de soldados de confiança. Vou desafiar o Rioga para combater comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Dito isto, uma multidão de animais exclamou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Nós, majestade, nós combateremos por vós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8Sl-18IDU8/TwceP9bJK9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/ctlHA11_n4A/s1600/le%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8Sl-18IDU8/TwceP9bJK9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/ctlHA11_n4A/s320/le%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Depois de falar cara a cara com Rioga, o rei partiu para a guerra. Ao chegar ao campo de batalha, o rei reparou que o exército inimigo era composto apenas por macacos. Todos os animais lutaram com unhas e dentes, quer dizer, com garras e dentes. Mas no final só um lado ficou de pé, o do rei, que ficou feliz por não haver baixas no seu exército.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No final, o rei, feliz, percebeu que tinha um povo que o adorava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Inês Malheiro, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-3148798657855112883?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3148798657855112883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/terceira-guerra-mundial-do-reino-animal_06.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/3148798657855112883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/3148798657855112883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2012/01/terceira-guerra-mundial-do-reino-animal_06.html' title='A terceira guerra mundial do reino animal'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALE6pLUEpbA/TwceOrEVrMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PI5Ib4bAF9Q/s72-c/le%25C3%25A3o+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-6669698921487549441</id><published>2011-12-21T13:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:15:55.953Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>A discussão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTaQ5tarwdU/TvoWOkUOFKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_eXHlF9qrCo/s1600/Raposa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTaQ5tarwdU/TvoWOkUOFKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_eXHlF9qrCo/s200/Raposa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Esta história desenrola-se numa floresta. E passou-se há um ano. Uma família de raposas vivia numa toca na floresta. O tempo estava frio, pois o verão tinha acabado. A mãe raposa estava muitíssimo preocupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Filha, – chamava a mãe – volta para casa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A mãe raposa estava aflita, pois tinha tido uma discussão com a sua filha, Melody. A Melody, chateada, desapareceu sem deixar rasto. A mãe raposa dizia, a chorar, ao pai raposo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Querido, não devia ter discutido com ela… Ela é tão querida, tão amável e tão generosa e eu, por uma coisa insignificante, fui discutir com ela – lamentou-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Entretanto a Melody tinha-se perdido na floresta e ficara a falar com uma pedra, que lhe dizia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Não era melhor ires para casa, raposa? – perguntava a pedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Sim, talvez, mas se eu for a minha mãe vai discutir comigo! – respondeu a Melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E se lhe pedires desculpa? – perguntou novamente a pedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Tens razão, pedra, mas eu não sei o caminho! – exclamou a Melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Eu digo-te – disse a pedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Então a pedra deu-lhe as instruções para ela voltar. No outro lado da floresta, a mãe dizia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Esta toca era tão alegre, colorida, agora parece triste e fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– A mim parece-me a mesma toca, de pedra e com folhas no chão – dizia o pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Voltei! – gritou a Melody, escancarando a “porta”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Filha! – gritou a mãe, esmagando-a de beijos e abraços. – Estava tão preocupada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A Melody e a mãe prometeram nunca mais discutir, e se discutissem pediriam desculpa uma&amp;nbsp;à outra. E esta família viveu feliz para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mariana, 5.º A (Escola Básica de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-6669698921487549441?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6669698921487549441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/12/discussao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/6669698921487549441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/6669698921487549441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/12/discussao.html' title='A discussão'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTaQ5tarwdU/TvoWOkUOFKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_eXHlF9qrCo/s72-c/Raposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-1572694688694735403</id><published>2011-11-07T20:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:07:52.902Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Letras'/><title type='text'>A Sopa de Letras da Oriana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOHEu58A8Jw/Trg5mb2UZ8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/svkHnxR0ugE/s1600/Ca%25C3%25A7ar+borboletas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOHEu58A8Jw/Trg5mb2UZ8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/svkHnxR0ugE/s200/Ca%25C3%25A7ar+borboletas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do B, que anda à caça de borboletas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do K, que vai todos os dias ao zoo só porque gosta de koalas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do L, que anda sempre à procura de luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do M, que está sempre com o dedo no nariz para tirar macacos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do N, que não sabe nadar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do O, que anda sempre com olheiras…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNA9yp-HGDw/Trg5jQ0PpFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/a8GZquzVRlE/s1600/piratas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNA9yp-HGDw/Trg5jQ0PpFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/a8GZquzVRlE/s200/piratas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do P, que pensa que os piratas existem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do Q, que quer sempre mais do que nós…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do R, que se ri sempre de nós…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do S, que tem um lago enorme cheio de sapos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do T, que tem a mania de ir arranjar o telhado sempre que chove…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8j8Y083aNQ/Trg5M6vGyLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/59yumZrzWrA/s1600/voar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8j8Y083aNQ/Trg5M6vGyLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/59yumZrzWrA/s200/voar.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do U, que anda sempre com vontade de comer uvas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do V, que é o único que sabe voar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do X, que quer sempre fazer xixi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do Y, que quer a sala só para ele para fazer yoga…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E do Z, que se quer chamar Zé…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oriana Branco, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;[criação  original a partir da leitura de um excerto da obra &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Livro  com Cheiro a Baunilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de Alice Vieira]&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-1572694688694735403?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1572694688694735403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/11/sopa-de-letras-da-oriana.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/1572694688694735403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/1572694688694735403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/11/sopa-de-letras-da-oriana.html' title='A Sopa de Letras da Oriana'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOHEu58A8Jw/Trg5mb2UZ8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/svkHnxR0ugE/s72-c/Ca%25C3%25A7ar+borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-2422701051510347084</id><published>2011-11-07T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:48:19.967Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Letras'/><title type='text'>A Sopa de Letras do Emanuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iyy_infDBE/Trg1XsxtsFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/uNzZJeH2YAc/s1600/gelado.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iyy_infDBE/Trg1XsxtsFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/uNzZJeH2YAc/s200/gelado.gif" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o K, que está sempre a olhar para o kiwi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o L, que está todo o dia a lamber o gelado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o M, que brinca sempre à macaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Incluindo o N, Pai, que anda a dizer que tem netos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E não te esqueças do O, que anda a cantar ópera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E também do P… diz que encontrou uma pipa de vinho verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– O Q tem tentado imitar o «quá-quá» dos patinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o R comprou uma roda para ratos e para o seu ratinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jp08R_VRr0E/Trg1cj5SOaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0nJwMYQ5WHQ/s1600/serpente.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jp08R_VRr0E/Trg1cj5SOaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0nJwMYQ5WHQ/s200/serpente.png" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– O S, já agora, diz que avistou e ouviu uma serpente a sibilar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Já o T deu de caras com um tatu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Ao U uma urraca roubou-lhe um berlinde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHfGg9mgyqM/Trg1UosLNuI/AAAAAAAAAks/PIgQ_QAkms4/s1600/urraca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHfGg9mgyqM/Trg1UosLNuI/AAAAAAAAAks/PIgQ_QAkms4/s200/urraca.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Estou a ficar com fome. Vamos comer, se não a Mãe zanga-se connosco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Claro que sim! – respondeu o Pai. – Não quero ir parar à sopa de letras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Emanuel Vasconcelos, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;[criação  original a partir da leitura de um excerto da obra &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Livro  com Cheiro a Baunilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de Alice Vieira]&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-2422701051510347084?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2422701051510347084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/11/sopa-de-letras-do-emanuel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/2422701051510347084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/2422701051510347084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/11/sopa-de-letras-do-emanuel.html' title='A Sopa de Letras do Emanuel'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iyy_infDBE/Trg1XsxtsFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/uNzZJeH2YAc/s72-c/gelado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-5264938799574378602</id><published>2011-10-24T17:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:02:31.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Letras'/><title type='text'>As Letras da Inês Gomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiiUhIc51uE/TqWVlEFUFNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/M_fW7LJZC2Y/s1600/letras1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiiUhIc51uE/TqWVlEFUFNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/M_fW7LJZC2Y/s200/letras1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Então e o L, que passa o tempo todo a ler… – disse o pai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o M, que é um grande mentiroso – disse o A.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Então e o N, que pensa que é um&lt;span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt; ninja... &lt;/span&gt;–&lt;span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;disse o pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o O, que não é nada original e ouve tudo o que as pessoas dizem – disse o A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Então e o P, que diz que quer ser pintor, mas não sabe pintar – disse o pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o Q, que quer tudo o que vê – disse o A com uma cara muito alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Então o R, que passa todo o tempo&amp;nbsp;a rir e a rir, sem parar – disse o pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Então e o S, que pensa que sabe tudo o que há para saber – disse o A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o T, que tem a mania das tatuagens – disse o pai já farto daquela conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Então e o U, que pensa que é o rei do Universo – disse o A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Calem-se! – disse a família toda em coro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Inês Gomes, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;[criação original a partir da leitura de um excerto da obra &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Livro com Cheiro a Baunilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de Alice Vieira]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-5264938799574378602?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5264938799574378602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-letras-da-ines-gomes.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/5264938799574378602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/5264938799574378602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-letras-da-ines-gomes.html' title='As Letras da Inês Gomes'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiiUhIc51uE/TqWVlEFUFNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/M_fW7LJZC2Y/s72-c/letras1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-4826886303414554954</id><published>2011-10-24T17:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:34:20.208+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Letras'/><title type='text'>As Letras da Liliana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;[…]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwJjnHyAxrU/TqWSFvprWjI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YIF-lFR9vok/s1600/letra%252BM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwJjnHyAxrU/TqWSFvprWjI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YIF-lFR9vok/s200/letra%252BM.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– E do L, que anda sempre a tentar apanhar lobos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– E o meu irmão M está sempre a trepar árvores, parece um macaco!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– O N não faz nada a não ser nadar, nadar, e nada sem nunca se cansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– E o O é tão gordo que até parece uma orca!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– O P está a jogar PSP e não a empresta a ninguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– O Q está sempre a dizer “qua qua”… e nunca se cala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– E o R é tão engraçado, ele come como um rato!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzyJdeM4k1w/TqWSaka9VBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BFaDYrZcLuQ/s1600/letra%252BS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzyJdeM4k1w/TqWSaka9VBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BFaDYrZcLuQ/s200/letra%252BS.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– Quando o S salta parece um sapo, e o T, às vezes, quando se aninha, parece um tatu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– O U parece um urso, porque tem muito pêlo e está sempre a rosnar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– O V tem uma quinta enorme, onde tem muitas vacas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1d4LGhiQDg/TqWSXQW6cmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/N_VOy8un4Hc/s1600/letra%252BZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1d4LGhiQDg/TqWSXQW6cmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/N_VOy8un4Hc/s200/letra%252BZ.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– O X anda sempre de xaile e parece a avó.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– O Y está sempre, sempre a fazer yoga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;– E o Z, que está sempre de branco e preto, parece uma zebra!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Liliana Gavinho, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora) &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;[criação original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a partir da leitura  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de um excerto da obra  &lt;em&gt;Livro com Cheiro a Baunilha&lt;/em&gt;, de Alice Vieira]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&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/3492161865461556708-4826886303414554954?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4826886303414554954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-letras-da-liliana.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4826886303414554954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/4826886303414554954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-letras-da-liliana.html' title='As Letras da Liliana'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwJjnHyAxrU/TqWSFvprWjI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YIF-lFR9vok/s72-c/letra%252BM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-385116483035911957</id><published>2011-10-17T15:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:52:40.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Letras'/><title type='text'>As Letras da Camila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Então o K, que anda no Karaté – disse o A.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Sim, tens razão! Mas se ele andasse antes no Kung Fu era mais divertido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Mas o L adora libelinhas. Para mim é o que mais gosta da Natureza!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckrFRsW6jrM/Tpw_KdktvpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/xRRHHdNvvAA/s1600/Letras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckrFRsW6jrM/Tpw_KdktvpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/xRRHHdNvvAA/s320/Letras.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Olha que eu acho que é o M, ele adora margaridas! – disse o Alfabeto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o N, que pensa que é uma Narceja! – disse o A com voz de gozo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Não gozes com o N. Sabes bem que ele adora a Natureza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Depois o A e o Alfabeto tiveram de ir trabalhar para a empresa “Livros é connosco”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando chegaram a casa continuaram a falar, mas como no trabalho falavam muito, quando chegaram a casa já estavam na letra Y.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– E o Y, que faz yoga&amp;nbsp;sem parar e depois anda sempre com dores nas costas – disse o A.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Sim, e o Z, que parece uma zebra, porque corre muito! – disse o&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; p&lt;/span&gt;ai Alfabeto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;– Podemos ser todos diferentes, mas somos todos, todos irmãos... – concluiu o A.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E assim o A acabou a conversa de uma forma bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Camila Neto, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora) &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;[criação original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a partir&amp;nbsp;da leitura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de um excerto da obra &lt;em&gt;Livro com Cheiro a Baunilha&lt;/em&gt;, de Alice Vieira]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3492161865461556708-385116483035911957?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/385116483035911957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-letras-da-camila.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/385116483035911957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/385116483035911957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-letras-da-camila.html' title='As Letras da Camila'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckrFRsW6jrM/Tpw_KdktvpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/xRRHHdNvvAA/s72-c/Letras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-2574162759196077057</id><published>2011-10-10T23:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:38:23.205+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quem eu sou...'/><title type='text'>Apresento-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Wl-Vr_yq0/TpNxR4EIiqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/W33C0FkFJ84/s1600/M%25C3%25A1quina+fotogr%25C3%25A1fica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Wl-Vr_yq0/TpNxR4EIiqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/W33C0FkFJ84/s200/M%25C3%25A1quina+fotogr%25C3%25A1fica.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu fosse um objeto, seria uma máquina fotográfica, porque fotografaria paisagens lindas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma cor, seria o preto, porque adoro a noite e os meus amigos seriam as estrelas e a Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu fosse um animal, seria o coelho, porque os adoro e é o meu último nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma flor, seria o girassol, porque via o Sol todos os dias e às vezes era visitado pelas abelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma letra, seria o T, porque era o mais traquina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu fosse um número, seria o 500, porque é o meu número favorito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Adoro estar com os meus pais, porque com eles estou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Receio chumbar, porque os meus pais ficariam desiludidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Desejo ter muitos amigos, porque eles são muito valiosos para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gonçalo Coelho, 5.º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-2574162759196077057?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2574162759196077057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/apresento-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/2574162759196077057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/2574162759196077057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/apresento-me.html' title='Apresento-me...'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Wl-Vr_yq0/TpNxR4EIiqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/W33C0FkFJ84/s72-c/M%25C3%25A1quina+fotogr%25C3%25A1fica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492161865461556708.post-3297173850417725703</id><published>2011-10-10T22:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:42:32.692+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quem eu sou...'/><title type='text'>Para nos conhecermos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqxOhTFv1ak/TpNyS0e1KxI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bgJ8FowLfCo/s1600/In%25C3%25AAs+com+c%25C3%25A3o.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqxOhTFv1ak/TpNyS0e1KxI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bgJ8FowLfCo/s1600/In%25C3%25AAs+com+c%25C3%25A3o.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt; eu fosse um objeto seria um lápis de cor, porque falta cor ao mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma cor seria o branco, porque é a cor da paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Se eu fosse um animal seria a tartaruga, porque ela dura, dura e dura…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma flor seria a Orquídea Negra, porque é muito rara e bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma letra seria o A, porque é de animal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Se eu fosse um número seria o 10, porque é a minha idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Adoro o Natal, porque estou com a minha família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Receio os maus tratos aos animais, porque nos fazem falta e nos dão muito carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Desejo ser uma grande veterinária, porque quero salvar os animais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Inês Verde Malheiro, 5º A (E.B. de Vila Praia de Âncora)&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/3492161865461556708-3297173850417725703?l=apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3297173850417725703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-nos-conhecermos.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/3297173850417725703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492161865461556708/posts/default/3297173850417725703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apalavraeaescrita.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-nos-conhecermos.html' title='Para nos conhecermos...'/><author><name>O Alquimista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16567297737401125792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4w1zsrhQU/TpNsXTqG6iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sWMus2rkruU/s220/Momentos_Poesia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqxOhTFv1ak/TpNyS0e1KxI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bgJ8FowLfCo/s72-c/In%25C3%25AAs+com+c%25C3%25A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
