<?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-5985220503595832583</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:30:23.117Z</updated><title type='text'>textos brilhantes de alunos pequenos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7444411731773466977</id><published>2010-03-22T08:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:23:04.593Z</updated><title type='text'>A Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Onde está a Primavera?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Era uma vez, um super-herói que se chamava Filipe.No dia 21 de Março teria de chegar a Primavera ... mas não chegou. Então, a próxima missão do Filipe, era encontrar onde estava a Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Filipe, foi à casa das estações do ano.Estava lá o Inverno, o Outono e o Verão todos preocupados.O Filipe entrou e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;-Olá!Onde está a Primavera?&lt;br /&gt;-Não sabemos-responderam todos-ela saiu logo de manhã, e disse-nos que ia pôr os jardins em ordem.E ainda não chegou.&lt;br /&gt;-Não se preocupem, aqui o herói Filipe ajuda-vos-disse ele.&lt;br /&gt;E lá saiu ele da casa das 4 estações.&lt;br /&gt;De repente, Filipe ouve alguém a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tropessar&lt;/span&gt; num ramo de uma árvore, e foi ver o que se passava. Quando chegou lá ouviu:&lt;br /&gt;-Ajudem-me, ajudem-me!&lt;br /&gt;Era a Primavera! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Então&lt;/span&gt; retirou do bolso um penso e colocou no arranhão que a Primavera possuía.Passado um bocado, depois da Primavera já se ter recuperado do susto, levantou-se e depois de o Filipe lhe explicar que já devia ter chegado à cidade, ambos voaram para lá.&lt;br /&gt;Ficou tudo cheio de cor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Cláudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Primavera chegou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Chegou a Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;no dia da poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Até o sol brilhou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;mas que grande alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;A Primavera chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Brevemente vêm as flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;também chegarão os pássaros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;e as borboletas de mil cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Os dias aumentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;e podemos brincar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;As idas ao parque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;são sensacionais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Comemos ovos de Páscoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;com muitas decorações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Visitamos os familiares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;vivemos muitas emoções!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Depois chega o mês de Maio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;já quase que não ha frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Vestimos t-shirt e calções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;e fazemos um piquenique à beira rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mas às vezes a Primavera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;vira-se para outro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Manda-nos o «Inverno»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;e passamos um mau bocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que bom, chegou a Primavera!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Primavera chegou. Mas o S.Pedro achava que ainda não era a altura da Primavera chegar e para se despedir do Inverno  trouxe-nos outra vez a chuva .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Estou farto da chuva !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Quero que chegue rápido a Primavera  e com ela o bom tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Na Primavera ,os dias  são mais quentes e mais longos e só nos  apetece  brincar ao ar livre ,dar passeios e estar com os amigos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Livramo-nos das roupas grossas e já não nos apetece ir para  a cama cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As árvores voltam a ter folhas  e os  campos ficam  mais  verdinhos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Voltam as aves migratórias depois de aproveitaram a Primavera  de outros países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ouvem-se os passarinhos cantar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estamos quase a ir para a praia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É tão bom estarmos na Primavera !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;A chegada da Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Com a chegada do equinócio da primavera começa a Primavera. este ano, começou a 21 de Março e não a 20 de Março como acontece de quatro em quatro anos, que nos chamamos anos bissextos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Na primavera aparecem os pássaros, fazem os ninhos e acasalam, nas&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;árvores aparecem as folhas e depois as flores. os campos ficam verdes e cheios de flores de varias cores.Os ursos, cobras e outros animais acordaram depois de hibernar durante do Inverno e os insectos aparecem com mais abundância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;A Primavera simboliza o renovar do ciclo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;A Primavera é a estação do ano que se segue ao Inverno e precede o Verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Esta estação do ano terá a duração de 92,75 dias e acaba no solstício de Verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;A palavra ´´PRIMAVERA`` é de origem latina, significa “noite igual ao dia” .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;O dia 21 de Março é o Dia da Árvore e o Dia Mundial da Poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EUGÉNIA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;A vinda da Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Primavera chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Os pássaros põem-se a cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As flores nascem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E os meninos põem-se a brincar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Primavera chegou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Os passarinhos fazem os ninhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as flores abrem-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e ficam os jardins cheiinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Primavera chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É dia da poesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando eu abro um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fico cheio de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIOGO LUÍS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7444411731773466977?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7444411731773466977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7444411731773466977' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7444411731773466977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7444411731773466977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/03/chegada-da-primavera.html' title='A Primavera'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3348002267396879629</id><published>2010-03-08T17:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:27:45.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Semana da Leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na Semana de 1  a 5 de Março comemoramos a Semana da Leitura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iniciamos com a escrita, por cada aluno, de "PALAVRAS COM LEITURA DENTRO" em cartões e metemo-los numa caixa. De seguida criamos grupos e tiramos à sorte, esses cartões. Com essas palavras dos cartões, cada grupo inventou uma história. Ficaram fantásticas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Palavras escritas nos cartões:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENSAGEM;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMENTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DICIONÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MENU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RECADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOTÍCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REVISTA;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; BILHETES; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LIVRO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em casa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num dia lindo e alegre de Verão, a Maria e o João estavam em casa sem ter nada para fazer. A mãe viu que eles estavam, sem fazer nada e disse-lhes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Como está um lindo dia de Verão não me querem ir fazer um r&lt;b&gt;ecado&lt;/b&gt;?  Assim até aproveitam para andar um bocadinho de bicicleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E lá foram eles, todos contentes, fazer o recado que a mão tinha pedido. Só que o super-mercado era do outro lado da rua. Havia uma passadeira lá à frente. Então dirigiram-se para a passadeira, só que não repararam nos &lt;b&gt;sinais&lt;/b&gt; vermelhos e foram atropelados. O senhor muito aflito, decidiu chamar o 112. Em cas, a mãe começou a ficar preocupada com os seus filhos porque estavam a demorar.  Foi para a &lt;b&gt;televisão&lt;/b&gt;, ligou na TVI e viu uma &lt;b&gt;notícia&lt;/b&gt; de última hora. Eram os seus filhos a entrar na ambulância. Foi a correr até lá e pediu ao médico para ver se podia ver os seus filhos.Foram internados mas por sorte não morreram e conseguiram sobreviver. A partir daí nunca mais foram sozinhos para a rua e também não andaram de bicicleta sem a mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OS CINCO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Certo dia, os cinco amigos saíram de casa e aproveitaram para ir ao quiosque do sr. Manuel para comprar duas &lt;b&gt;revistas&lt;/b&gt; e três  jornais .Depois foram almoçar a um a restaurante para festejar a semana da leitura. Pediram o &lt;b&gt;menu&lt;/b&gt; especial (frango assado). Logo de seguida foram à biblioteca sra. Isilda para devolver uma biografia  com uma etiqueta a dizer biblioteca . Como tinha sido um dia muito cansativo  foram para casa. No dia seguinte, tomaram  o pequeno almoço e saíram de casa para ir ao cinema ver o Avatar 3D .  Mas o sonho deles era ir a Paris. Arranjaram um emprego, foram fazendo umas economias e lá foram eles. Depois, em  Paris, aproveitaram bem o tempo. Viram tudo que queriam conhecer. Quando chegaram a casa vinham cheios de saudades e recordações de Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beatriz Pereira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matilde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexandre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana Sofia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guilherme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A ida ao Shoping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Certo dia de Verão, os quadragémeos chamados Inês, Pedro, Eugénia e Diogo foram ao  Guimarães Shoping e comprar am 4 &lt;b&gt;bilhetes&lt;/b&gt; para ”O Lobisomen2”. No fim do filme foram à livraria Fnac comprar  um  &lt;b&gt;livro&lt;/b&gt; do ”Pirata das Caríabas” que tanto gostavam de ler. Como estavam cheios de fome, foram almoçar ao “Burguer Kinguer“. Quando acabaram, a  mãe  deles levou-os  para a catequese. A cataquista  deu-lhes um jogo que continha lá dentro, as &lt;b&gt;regras do jogo&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a cataquese  acabou, foram à missa e ouviram muitas canções. O padre  acabou por ler um  pouco da &lt;b&gt;bíblia&lt;/b&gt;. Foi interessante. Como acabou cedo, foram  para o parque à espera  da mãe.   Quando a mãe chegou  levou-os  para  casa, e como já era  noite, jantaram e foram para a cama  porque  estavam muito  cansados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Primavera chegou “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numa linda manhã de Primavera, o carteiro Paulo encontrou uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;carta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; no meio da floresta. Ele apanhou-a e entregou-a à D.Rosa do restaurante. Quando chegou lá, estava um cheirinho que lhe veio o apetite e foi imediatamente ver a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ementa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Resolveu então comer uma lasanha vegetariana porque estava de deita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto o carteiro Paulo comia, a D.Rosa  resolveu abrir a carta. Lá dentro tinha um convite, com um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;poema&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, a convidá-la para uma festa, e o tema era ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Primavera está de volta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;span id="Moldura1" dir="LTR" style="float: left; width: 14.95cm; height: 5.04cm; border: 1px solid #000000; padding: 0.14cm 0.26cm; background: #ffffff"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olá, sou a tua amiga  Isilda e  quero convidar-te para a minha  festa com  o tema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Primavera está  de volta&lt;/i&gt;“.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se quiseres ir confirma   para:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="tel:969431200"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tel:  969431200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que venhas ,vai  ser divertido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; o convite dizia :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A D.Rosa ao ler aquele lindo poema, pegou no telefone e mandou uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mensagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a confirmar que ia à sua festa. No dia seguinte,  vestiu o seu lindo vestido cor-de-laranja, com  margaridas, foi ao cabeleireiro esticar o cabelo e de seguida foi para a festa.Quando chegou lá, entre outras coisas cantaram uma música sobre a Primavera. 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O rio tem duas margens: esquerda e direita. Para localizá-las é preciso posicionar-se de costas para o lugar onde o rio nasce. Do seu lado direito localiza-se a margem direita e do esquerdo a margem esquerda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Foz:&lt;/b&gt; lugar onde o rio desagua, no mar ou noutro rio. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;Quando um rio desagua noutro rio, recebe o nome de &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;afluente&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Subafluente&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; quando o rio desagua no afluente de um rio.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;Em certos períodos do ano o volume das águas dos rios aumenta: é a época das cheias. Noutro período, diminui: é a época da vazante. Essa variação do volume das águas de um rio durante o ano é chamado &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;regime fluvial&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;Pode-se dividir um rio em três partes: o alto, o médio e o baixo curso. Alto curso: é a parte mais próxima da nascente. Médio curso: parte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intermediária&lt;/span&gt; do rio. Baixo curso: é a parte mais próxima da foz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;A direcção em que se deslocam as águas (da nascente para a foz) é chamada de &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;jusante&lt;/b&gt;; a direcção contrária (da foz para a nascente) é chamada &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;montante&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;Quanto à altitude, os rios podem ser de planície, quando correm em terreno plano, sem encontrar obstáculos. Os rios de planície são bons para navegação. Rios de planalto: correm por terrenos acidentados, geralmente são caudalosos e apresentam quedas de água. Eles são pouco navegáveis, mas podem ser aproveitados para a produção de energia eléctrica.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;Existem rios temporários e rios permanentes. Os rios temporários secam nas grandes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estiagens&lt;/span&gt;, isto é, nas épocas de seca. Já os rios permanentes recebem muita água e não secam nunca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;Ao conjunto formado por um rio principal, seus afluentes e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subafluentes&lt;/span&gt; damos o nome de &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;bacia hidrográfica&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5848118957586231963?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5848118957586231963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5848118957586231963' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5848118957586231963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5848118957586231963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-partes-e-um-rio.html' title='As partes de um rio'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S4wxifqNOVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xtW5yXmBPOc/s72-c/foz.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7952399746085844383</id><published>2010-02-01T16:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:27:40.875Z</updated><title type='text'>Os animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAhZbNyFI/AAAAAAAAArw/MjZQtOIhJhI/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433312049206511698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAhZbNyFI/AAAAAAAAArw/MjZQtOIhJhI/s200/DSC00015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAhMFpYRI/AAAAAAAAAro/woMyA3t-uJM/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433312045626384658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAhMFpYRI/AAAAAAAAAro/woMyA3t-uJM/s200/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAg2Gnv6I/AAAAAAAAArg/df1slYhHgCc/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433312039724892066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAg2Gnv6I/AAAAAAAAArg/df1slYhHgCc/s200/DSC00010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAggQcJeI/AAAAAAAAArY/NlGryZWFe_Y/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433312033860494818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAggQcJeI/AAAAAAAAArY/NlGryZWFe_Y/s200/DSC00009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nós fizemos uma experiência com minhocas e verificamos que elas procuram a zona mais húmida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As nossas experiências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7952399746085844383?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7952399746085844383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7952399746085844383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7952399746085844383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7952399746085844383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-animais.html' title='Os animais'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2cAhZbNyFI/AAAAAAAAArw/MjZQtOIhJhI/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-9106254670073000168</id><published>2010-01-25T21:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:39:32.374Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU ANIMAL PREFERIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ornitorrinco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu animal preferido é um animal raro e estranho, que só existe na Austrália e na Nova Zelândia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ornitorrinco&lt;/span&gt; é um dos poucos mamíferos que põem ovos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem bico de pato, o corpo coberto de pêlos, nada como um peixe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para se mover na água possui quatro grandes patas que funcionam como barbatanas. Óptimo nadador, consegue ficar debaixo da água durante 5 minutos. O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ornitorrinco&lt;/span&gt; tem comprimento de 40 centímetros e cauda com 13 centímetros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dura cerca de 15 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ornitorrinco&lt;/span&gt;-macho tem uma garra venenosa nas patas traseiras que pode matar quem o ataca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando mergulha, os olhos e as narinas ficam protegidas por uma espécie de bolsa que os deixa cegos e surdos. Mesmo assim, consegue movimentar-se muito bem porque tem um bico muito sensível que o guia em busca de alimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os cientistas consideram o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ornitorrinco&lt;/span&gt; um fóssil vivo já que existe há cerca de 150 milhões de anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;A GIRAFA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu animal preferido é a girafa. Gosto dela porque é  muito elegante.&lt;br /&gt;É o animal mais alto do mundo! Mede 6 metros e a sua  língua meio metro! O seu grande pescoço serve para alcançar as folhas  mais altas das árvores e os rebentos.&lt;br /&gt;Acasalam em qualquer altura.  Dois machos fazem uma luta e o que ganhar fica com a fêmea. O período de  gestação da girafa é de 15 meses. Mamam até aos 8 meses. Vivem apenas  25 anos.&lt;br /&gt;A girafa vive em estepes que são áreas cobertas de árvores.&lt;br /&gt;O  pêlo da girafa é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;esbranquiçado&lt;/span&gt; com manchas castanhas. A cauda é  comprida. Tem na cabeça uma espécie de cornos. Os seus inimigos são o  leão e o Homem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já vi girafas em vários sítios: em V. N. de Gaia,  na quinta de Santo Inácio; no Alentejo, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Badoca&lt;/span&gt; Parque e no Jardim  Zoológico de Lisboa; até já vi girafas virtuais: em livros, na Internet e  na televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inês  Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-9106254670073000168?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/9106254670073000168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=9106254670073000168' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/9106254670073000168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/9106254670073000168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-meu-animal-preferido.html' title='O MEU ANIMAL PREFERIDO'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-806596037764270836</id><published>2010-01-22T09:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:18:39.931Z</updated><title type='text'>A décima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b-n2z_4nI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CYVyXC8G6B4/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433309961151046258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b-n2z_4nI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CYVyXC8G6B4/s200/DSC00001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem, aprendemos uma nova matéria na área de Matemática, as décimas. Inicialmente pareceu-nos difícil mas depois de exemplificado e bem explicado já nos pareceu muito fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Pegamos numa maçã e cortamo-la em 10 fatias. Assim entendemos que a unidade foi partida em 10 décimas. Cada fatia da maça é uma décima.&lt;br /&gt;Para finalizar alguns meninos saborearam as décimas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 unidade =1,0 = 10 décimas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 décima = 0,1 = 1/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-806596037764270836?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/806596037764270836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=806596037764270836' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/806596037764270836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/806596037764270836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/01/decima.html' title='A décima'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b-n2z_4nI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CYVyXC8G6B4/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4289393086159354063</id><published>2010-01-22T09:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:22:13.490Z</updated><title type='text'>As plantas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_VTcdf3I/AAAAAAAAArM/HJNx6Ruh6Ng/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433310741931065202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_VTcdf3I/AAAAAAAAArM/HJNx6Ruh6Ng/s200/DSC00007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_VFMiK3I/AAAAAAAAArE/qBXTKU06vDQ/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433310738106166130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_VFMiK3I/AAAAAAAAArE/qBXTKU06vDQ/s200/DSC00006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_Uyr5wtI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2DUg2Xg4Vzs/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433310733137461970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_Uyr5wtI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2DUg2Xg4Vzs/s200/DSC00004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_UnDvzAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/vzzKQbuHK7g/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433310730016246786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_UnDvzAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/vzzKQbuHK7g/s200/DSC00003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, o Duarte trouxe uma mini-estufa para a escola. Lá dentro trazia amores perfeitos já germinados. Verificamos que as plantas se dão bem dentro da estufa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque será ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque, lá dentro, as plantas têm luz, água, ar, temperatura e solo ideais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As estufas são uma solução quando queremos ter plantas no Inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os alunos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4289393086159354063?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4289393086159354063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4289393086159354063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4289393086159354063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4289393086159354063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-plantas.html' title='As plantas'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/S2b_VTcdf3I/AAAAAAAAArM/HJNx6Ruh6Ng/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3619161565499361606</id><published>2010-01-22T09:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:39:09.019Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada alunos!</title><content type='html'>Obrigada alunos:&lt;br /&gt;Chegastes pequenitos e cheios de receio. Hoje, no 3º ano, já sois uns &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arrebitos&lt;/span&gt;. Levam umas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ralhadelas&lt;/span&gt; porque se portam mal, levam uns elogios porque fizeram as coisas muito bem, e assim vai correndo o tempo que temos vivido em conjunto. Quero dizer-vos que gosto muito de todos e se por acaso vos repreendo é porque quero que façam o vosso melhor. Vocês conseguem fazer sempre melhor um bocadinho. Por isso, mãos ao trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo do tamanho do mundo e um abraço muito, muito apertado, para TODOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vossa professora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3619161565499361606?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3619161565499361606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3619161565499361606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3619161565499361606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3619161565499361606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/01/obrigada-alunos.html' title='Obrigada alunos!'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-6809978189965377021</id><published>2010-01-18T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:01:21.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Criação de texto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Sol e o Pólo Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Era uma vez um sol que se chamava Bola Amarela que foi ao Pólo Norte porque ouviu dizer que lá fazia muito frio. Como gostava de ajudar, resolveu aquecer os seus habitantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Quando lá chegou reparou que não havia árvores, flores, e as pessoas andavam todas cheias de frio e sempre com muita roupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Foi então que resolveu fazer muito calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Aqueceu, aqueceu, aqueceu e quando deu conta estava tudo a derreter e os habitantes do Pólo Norte quase a afogar-se. Por outro lado a Bola Amarela também reparou que com o derreter do gelo também estava a inundar vários países da Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Então ficou muito triste porque pensava que estava a ajudar e afinal estava a prejudicar a Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Foi assim que decidiu regressar a casa e fazer calor com mais intensidade, apenas junto à praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Assim não prejudicava ninguém e fazia felizes as pessoas, os animais e as plantas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diogo Azevedo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As Aventuras do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um dia o Sol fez um acordo com o seu amigo planeta Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;− &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amigo Sol, acho que nem com os teus raios conseguirias derreter o gelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E o Sol respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;− &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isso é o que tu pensas, vamos ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois desta conversa o Sol resolveu ir ao Pólo Norte, para tentar ficar lá sem congelar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando chegou ao sítio mais frio, o Sol decidiu fazer uma pausa porque estava com muito frio. E o Sol disse para si:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;− &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acho que não vai correr bem e de certeza que vou perder a aposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Entretanto, a Terra dizia para si:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;− &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De certeza que lá em cima está a correr mal, ah, ah, ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quanto mais o tempo passava, mais o Sol congelava. Aflito tentou fazer o melhor possível para ganhar a aposta. De repente chamou as suas amigas estrelas para derreterem o gelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No fim foi ter com o planeta Terra e contou-lhe a verdade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;− Consegui, mas não foi sozinho, precisei da ajuda das minhas amigas estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afinal quem ganhou foi o planeta Terra, mas o Sol percebeu que com a ajuda dos amigos tudo é possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Francisco Sousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-6809978189965377021?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6809978189965377021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=6809978189965377021' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6809978189965377021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6809978189965377021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/01/aventura-do-sol.html' title='Criação de texto'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5375111220420236530</id><published>2010-01-18T17:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:16:19.812Z</updated><title type='text'>PNL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contos para rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ilustrador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Editora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;História: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Troca Tintas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             Era uma vez, o Zé Troca-Tintas. Trabalhar fazia-lhe calos nas mãos e pensar, doer a cabeça. O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zé era pedintee um dia passou por  um cozinheiro e pediu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ó senhor,  dê-me qualquer coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Daqui só levas uma ervilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: -0.25cm; text-indent: 1.5cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Zé, com a ervilha, foi ter a uma feira, deixou cair a ervilha, e um galo comeu-a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-A minha única riqueza! Se não me dá o galo, vai a tribunal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A senhora deu-lhe o galo para evitar confusões e ele foi-se embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mais tarde ele foi ter a uma quinta e dormiu lá. De manhã, o galo começou a cantar antes do Sol nascer e um porco já cheio de o ouvir, esmagou-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então o Zé virou-se para o dono e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ou me dás o porco ou chamo a polícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O senhor, que não queria nada com a justiça deu-lhe o porco e mandou-o embora. Mais tarde, o Zé levou o porco a beber água a uma poça onde estavam as vacas a beber e ele sujou a água. Uma das vacas furiosa atirou-se para cima do porco que até lhe saíram-lhe as tripas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Zé disse aflito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ó pastor, tem de me dar essa vaca senão vai a tribunal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O pastor deu-lhe a vaca e ele foi-se embora. O Zé foi muito feliz passear com a vaca. Depois viu quatro homens a transportar uma grande caixa, e ele começou a pensar que poderia ter um tesouro. A vaca apareceu  e  os homens assustaram-se, deixaram cair a caixa em cima dela e  feriram-na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Zé olhou para a vaca magoada e disse então:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -Ou me dão a caixa ou eu chamo a polícia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Os homens deram-lhe a caixa e ele foi a correr abri-la, pensando que lá dentro estava um tesouro, mas estava lá apenas uma velha morta. Mas ele não se ralou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chegou a casa de um casal pobre onde lhes pediu abrigo. Durante a noite, tirou a velha do caixão e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pô&lt;/span&gt;-la tão perto do lume que ela ficou toda queimada, parecia carvão.Perante aquilo, o Zé Troca Tintas voltou a ameaçar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -Ou me dão alguma coisa em troca ou chamo a polícia.- disse o Zé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; O casal aflito, foi buscar um saco de batatas. Enquanto isso, o Zé olhou em redor para ver se via alguma coisa valiosa, e viu uma menina linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ele pegou na menina e meteu-a dentro de um saco e fugiu. Foi ter a um palacete que era a morada dos padrinhos da menina. De noite a menina começou a chorar e a madrinha foi ver que barulho era aquele e encontrou a sua afilhada. Foi então buscar o cão de guarda e trocou-o pela menina, metendo-o dentro do saco. Logo pela manhã, os criados puseram-no na rua. O Zé já estava a ficar cansado de tanto carregar o saco, abriu-o para tirar a menina para ela ir pelo seu próprio pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Quando o abriu, saiu de lá o cão que lhe comeu o nariz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f81bd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5375111220420236530?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5375111220420236530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5375111220420236530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5375111220420236530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5375111220420236530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/01/pnl.html' title='PNL'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8822416276060930468</id><published>2010-01-11T10:08:00.016Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:31:13.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu fosse o Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu fosse o Inverno era amigo das crianças, fazia chuva e muito frio para que surgisse neve e as crianças pudessem brincar. Mas só alguns dias, porque se não os carros não podiam circular, as empresas e o comércio tinham que fechar e deixava de haver alimentos para comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazia chuva de noite, para regar os campos e encher os rios, para não haver falta de água. De dia não deixava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chover para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; que as pessoas não se molhassem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazia vento alguns dias e outros frio, mas com sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazia às vezes sol e chuva para aparecer o arco-íris, de que as crianças gostam tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para que as pessoas se lembrassem de como sou tão frio fazia geada e granizo algumas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E assim eu seria um Inverno amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu fosse o Inverno fazia cair imensa neve para as pessoas poderem fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,atirarem bolas de neve umas para as outras, fazerem bonecos de neve e rebolarem sobre ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como há pessoas que me acham triste por causa de ser tão friorento eu fazia com que a minha época fosse passageira para estarem novamente felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para as pessoas que me adoram fazia soprar um vento tão forte e frio para pudessem ficar dentro de suas casas, em família, junto à lareira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu fosse o Inverno iria para outros países para as andorinhas regressarem a Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mariana Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-8822416276060930468?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8822416276060930468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8822416276060930468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8822416276060930468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8822416276060930468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-eu-fosse-o-inverno.html' title='Se eu fosse o Inverno'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3230471470401988552</id><published>2009-12-10T17:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:18:09.775Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;p align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Natal celebramos o nascimento de Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As famílias reúnem-se no dia 24 de Dezembro, noite de consoada. A minha família também se reúne. O meu Natal é muito divertido pois somos muitos primos e primas para animar a festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou falar-vos um pouco do meu Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No dia vinte e quatro de Dezembro a minha mãe e a minha avó, passam o dia a fazer doces típicos de Natal e a preparar o jantar. Eu e o meu avô pomos a mesa, olhem que não é fácil, pois temos que pôr a mesa para trinta e seis pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de tudo pronto, começam a chegar os meus familiares. A casa aos poucos vai ficando cheia, ouvem-se gargalhadas por todo o lado estamos todos muito felizes, por podermos passar mais um Natal juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-nos à mesa, jantamos bacalhau cozido com batatas, mas para mim, a minha mãe prepara-me uma comida diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No fim de jantar comemos deliciosas sobremesas, rabanadas, mexidos, aletria, pão-de-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ló&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, bolo de chocolate e a tarte deliciosa da minha mãe que, toda a família adora. Enquanto esperamos pela chegada do Pai Natal, vamos cantando músicas de Natal. O Pai Natal é sempre pontual, à meia-noite lá está ele com o saco cheio de presentes. Estou sempre muito ansiosa para ver se ele me traz tudo o que lhe pedi. É um momento muito divertido, todos abrimos os nossos presentes e mostramos uns aos outros. O meu pai não larga a máquina de filmar, regista todos os momentos para que eu mais tarde os possa recordar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No dia vinte e cinco de Dezembro, quando acordo, corro para o pinheirinho para ver os presentes que o Menino Jesus me trouxe. Depois de os abrir, e de o meu pai mais uma vez filmar tudo, tomo um banho, visto-me e vou para casa dos meus avós, onde almoçamos todos e passamos o dia a brincar e a conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É assim o meu Natal é maravilhoso não o troco por nada, adoro estar com a minha família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Inês Marinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#17365d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3230471470401988552?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3230471470401988552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3230471470401988552' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3230471470401988552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3230471470401988552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-meu-natal.html' title='O meu Natal'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2662491592549491643</id><published>2009-11-28T11:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:24:57.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Trabalhos no Magalhães</title><content type='html'>LIVRO INTERACTIVO:"O que é um amigo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu acho que a história é muito boa porque ensina-nos o que é um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo é uma pessoa que serve para brincarmos, para partilharmos, para nos ajudarmos uns aos outros, para lermos juntos. Se não tivéssemos amigos a vida seria muito triste.&lt;br /&gt;As personagens do texto são o lápis branco a zebra e o boneco de neve.&lt;br /&gt;Eu aconselho-vos a ler este livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afonso Simões Costa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adorei a história”O que é um amigo? “, aconselho-a a todos meus amigos. Eu gostei de todas as partes do início até ao fim. A história foi muito interessante porque fala dos amigos que é a melhor coisa que nós podemos ter. Estão a ver o que era um mundo sem amigos? Os amigos são fantásticos e não é só um, são todos. Os amigos servem para nunca estarmos sozinhos e ter sempre com quem brincar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beatriz Ferreira Pereira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aconselhava um amigo a ler este livro.&lt;br /&gt;O Lápis Branco é uma personagem que eu adorei, é interessante e divertido. E foi esperto ao pedir ajuda à Lua, ao Sol, ao Boneco de Neve, às Nuvens, ao Vento e à Zebra.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo é aquele que nos anima quando nós desanimamos. Com um amigo nunca estarás sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro  Ferreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu acho esta história muito interessante e bonita. Gosto das personagens e acho que ela nos faz lembrar os nossos verdadeiros amigos. Mostra-nos a verdadeira amizade. Eu como gosto muito desta história, aconselho a lerem - na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mariana Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-2662491592549491643?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2662491592549491643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2662491592549491643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2662491592549491643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2662491592549491643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/trabalhos-no-magalhaes.html' title='Trabalhos no Magalhães'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-56233996535066467</id><published>2009-11-23T12:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:44:39.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Aviso</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NA NATUREZA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deite lixo para o chão;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não fume nem faça fogueiras;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não corte plantas nem leve ou mate animais;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não pesque;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respeite as ordens do Guarda Florestal;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Proteja a natureza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-56233996535066467?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/56233996535066467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=56233996535066467' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/56233996535066467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/56233996535066467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/aviso.html' title='Aviso'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7515807500203426276</id><published>2009-11-16T22:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:47:59.007Z</updated><title type='text'>O Tangram</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hoje estivemos a trabalhar com o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tangram&lt;/span&gt;. Primeiro ouvimos um pouco da sua história e de como é composto, e depois vimos um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt;. De seguida destacamos as peças e tentamos fazer variados desenhos. Foi divertido!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pouco de história:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tangram&lt;/span&gt; é um quebra-cabeças chinês antigo. O nome significa "&lt;em&gt;7 tábuas da sabedoria&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;O jogo tem várias peças, com tamanhos variados. Conta a lenda que, um pedreiro ao tentar reconstruir um azulejo partido que tinha deixado cair, descobriu figuras diferentes do azulejo original.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é composto de sete peças (chamadas de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tans&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 triângulos de vários tamanhos&lt;br /&gt;1 quadrado&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paralelogramo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do quadrado, diversas outras formas podem ser obtidas, seguindo sempre duas regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas as peças devem ser usadas.&lt;br /&gt;Não é permitido sobrepor as peças.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7515807500203426276?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7515807500203426276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7515807500203426276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7515807500203426276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7515807500203426276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-tangram.html' title='O Tangram'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-835078073618941498</id><published>2009-11-16T09:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:24:21.222Z</updated><title type='text'>Semeei no meu quintal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha avó semeou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sementes de feijão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cresceram-lhe muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não sei porque é que no texto não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semeei no meu quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sementes de couve branca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nasceram duas gatas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uma verde e outra branca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;João António&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semeei no meu quintal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sementes de carros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nasceram duas ruas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em cima de dois jarros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diogo Luís Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No meu quintal semeei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duas belas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joaninhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e em vez delas nasceram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;três grandes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;figueirinhas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eugénia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tenho duas gatinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pequeninhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uma é brincalhona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a outra é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saltitona&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mariana  Melo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semeei no meu quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sementes de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E em vez disso nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magia no meio da fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inês Marinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semeei no meu quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sementes de bom alecrim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e com o tempo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aí &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vão&lt;/span&gt; crescer sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afonso Costa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-835078073618941498?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/835078073618941498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=835078073618941498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/835078073618941498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/835078073618941498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/semeei-no-meu-quintal.html' title='Semeei no meu quintal...'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7825126319222030041</id><published>2009-11-09T11:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:49:03.713Z</updated><title type='text'>O Diálogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O OURIÇO E A CASTANHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dia, numa bela manhã de Outono ,o ouriço começou a conversar com a castanha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Olá minha castanha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Muito bom dia ! -disse a castanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Como te chamas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Chamo-me Ana, e tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Chamo-me Quico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Olá meus amigos! -disse o castanheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Quem é? Quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Sou eu, o castanheiro Fifo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Certo dia o vento passou , e eles caíram no chão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ai,ai,ai...! -gritavam todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Áh áh...! -ria-se o vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dia o vento apanhou uma lição, os ouriços, quando ele passou, saltaram para cima dele. Então ele picou-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ai,ai,ai...! -gritava ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Áh...áh...áh! -riam-se todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Pronto,pronto. Eu rendo-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Éh...éh...éh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então eles ficaram todos amigos e viveram felizes para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7825126319222030041?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7825126319222030041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7825126319222030041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7825126319222030041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7825126319222030041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-dialogo.html' title='O Diálogo'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7124249216358361405</id><published>2009-11-04T11:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:45:42.114Z</updated><title type='text'>PNL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ficha de Leitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Título do livro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; O Rapaz de Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sophia&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mello&lt;/span&gt; Breyner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Editora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Edições Salamandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Personagem principal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; o rapaz de bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caracteriza&lt;/span&gt;-a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; é simpático, amigo, generoso e bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aconselhavas a leitura a um amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sim, aconselhava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Porque acho que é um livro interessante e tem muita fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faz uma crítica do livro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este livro tem uma leitura agradável mas  no primeiro capítulo «As flores» comecei a pensar que este livro só iria falar de flores mas afinal fala de muitas coisas. No segundo capítulo já  começou a aparecer o Rapaz de Bronze para autorizar a fazer uma festa. No terceiro capítulo «Florinda»já gostei mais, principalmente quando a Comissão de Organização começou a preparar tudo para a festa e também combinaram que a Florinda iria ficar num vaso. O quarto capítulo «A Festa» as flores dançam e os animais cantam, é o meu capitulo preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu gostei muito desta história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Guilherme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu adorei o livro mas não gostei muito do início porque nunca mais falava do Rapaz de Bronze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha parte favorita foi a da organização da festa porque o gladíolo, a rosa, o cravo, a tulipa, a orquídea e a begónia tiveram que escolher os convidados, o lugar e a orquestra para a festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu gostava de ter este livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Inês Vicente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7124249216358361405?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7124249216358361405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7124249216358361405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7124249216358361405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7124249216358361405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/pnl.html' title='PNL'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5237473540538048678</id><published>2009-11-03T21:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:18:39.206Z</updated><title type='text'>A Visita do Lupinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SvCrs9EzAUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AknwVEAHmN4/s1600-h/Imagem0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004742014501186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SvCrs9EzAUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AknwVEAHmN4/s200/Imagem0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SvCrsuf1PjI/AAAAAAAAApw/-tcwQLcMni4/s1600-h/Imagem0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004738101362226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SvCrsuf1PjI/AAAAAAAAApw/-tcwQLcMni4/s200/Imagem0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SvCrssYr5wI/AAAAAAAAAp4/VulAbVJhFLU/s1600-h/Imagem0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No dia 22 de Outubro o Lupinhas veio à nossa sala. Como sempre, convidou-nos para sermos seus ajudantes e pediu-nos que tivessemos bom comportamento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nós vamos tentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5985220503595832583-5237473540538048678?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5237473540538048678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5237473540538048678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5237473540538048678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5237473540538048678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/visita-do-lupinhas.html' title='A Visita do Lupinhas'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SvCrs9EzAUI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AknwVEAHmN4/s72-c/Imagem0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-397691524571966216</id><published>2009-10-26T12:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:06:56.659Z</updated><title type='text'>A Banda Desenhda</title><content type='html'>O desgosto de Eugénio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez um menino chamado Eugénio, que certo dia foi dar uma volta ao seu campo. Pelo caminho encontrou uma frondosa macieira e nela viu uma bela maçã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gostosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; aquela maçã, vou prová-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subiu à macieira e disse orgulhoso:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-Estou quase lá!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quando chegou ao cimo, arrancou a maçã da árvore, desceu e pensou:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gostosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, vou já prová-la!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estava quase a trincá-la quando viu uma lagarta.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Que desgosto o meu, bolas!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rapidamente atirou-a para o chão e disse:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Maldita lagarta, agora  não posso comer esta deliciosa maçã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eugénia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-397691524571966216?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/397691524571966216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=397691524571966216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/397691524571966216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/397691524571966216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/banda-desenhda.html' title='A Banda Desenhda'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2275305127533625175</id><published>2009-10-22T12:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:08:43.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Mês das Bibliotecas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O livro é um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Há muitas espécies diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Pode sempre vir comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando estamos contentes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Histórias de terror eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;se as quiser encontrar&lt;br /&gt;à biblioteca vou buscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu gosto de histórias de terror &lt;br /&gt;Tem termos de assombrar &lt;br /&gt;Se querem esses livros &lt;br /&gt;A biblioteca os vá visitar &lt;br /&gt;Quem quer lá entrar &lt;br /&gt;Vai certamente se assustar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diogo Luís&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apetece   chamar-lhes  irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Também gosto de tê-los nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Para ver histórias bonitas&lt;br /&gt;E algumas  esquisitas&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão cheios de energia&lt;br /&gt;Para me levarem ao mundo da magia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mundo da fantasia vou estar&lt;br /&gt;E lá muito vou brincar&lt;br /&gt;E estes livros vou buscar&lt;br /&gt;À biblioteca escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariana Melo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-2275305127533625175?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2275305127533625175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2275305127533625175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2275305127533625175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2275305127533625175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/mes-das-bibliotecas.html' title='Mês das Bibliotecas'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8814725411637227689</id><published>2009-10-19T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:41:57.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A missão de uma fada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Era uma vez,uma fada (que era eu) que tinha a missão de salvar a floresta porque os humanos a queriam destruir.Essa fada com a ajuda dos animais foi às escondidas destruir uma a uma as coisas que os humanos usavam para destruir a floresta. E sabem lá que coisas engraçadas ela fez: os passarinhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;punham bolotas nos motores, os esquilos com os dentes furaram os pneus, o pica-pau tentava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;furar o ferro, a fada com o pó mágico abriu a tampa dos depósitos e o veado pegou  no balde e tirou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o óleo das máquinas. Os humanos não percebiam o que estava a acontecer ali e por mais que consertassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; as máquinas elas estavam sempre a avariar-se graças à fada e aos animais . Tudo isto  ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;viu para que os humanos se fartassem e desistissem de construir a fábrica na floresta  e fossem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truir&lt;/span&gt; a fábrica para outro lugar onde não existissem árvores para deitar abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Assim a fada conseguiu salvar a floresta e a vida  dos animais que lá viviam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matilde&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/5985220503595832583-8814725411637227689?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8814725411637227689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8814725411637227689' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8814725411637227689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8814725411637227689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/missao-de-uma-fada.html' title='A missão de uma fada'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4616378505366436275</id><published>2009-10-14T09:32:00.037+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:05:47.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A viagem do ar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4Wpe9CwHI/AAAAAAAAApI/bMeVrnGWMgY/s1600-h/pamae+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;O ar contem oxigénio e dióxido de carbono.&lt;br /&gt;O ar entra nas fossas nasais, é filtrado das &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;impurezas&lt;/span&gt; pelos pêlos, é aquecido e humedecido.&lt;br /&gt;A seguir passa pela faringe e pela laringe até que chega à traqueia e o ar separa-se pelos tubos que se chamam brônquios que vão ter aos pulmões junto com o ar.&lt;br /&gt;Nos pulmões acontecem umas trocas gasosas: o oxigénio vai para o sangue e vai a todas as células do corpo, enquanto que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o dióxido&lt;/span&gt; de carbono não é aceite sai, passa para os pulmões, vai passar pelos brônquios, pela traqueia, pela laringe e pela faringe e sai pela boca a não ser que estejamos com a boca fechada.&lt;br /&gt;Nós precisamos muito do ar, de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preferência&lt;/span&gt; puro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inês Marinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4616378505366436275?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4616378505366436275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4616378505366436275' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4616378505366436275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4616378505366436275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/viagem-do-ar.html' title='A viagem do ar'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-906622993544745316</id><published>2009-10-13T10:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:08:12.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As árvores e a respiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4YYI9I4cI/AAAAAAAAApg/5gdqxA8yEdg/s1600-h/pamae+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776206636278210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4YYI9I4cI/AAAAAAAAApg/5gdqxA8yEdg/s200/pamae+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4YXvDm0HI/AAAAAAAAApY/3H0UKD-GnnE/s1600-h/pamae+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776199684083826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4YXvDm0HI/AAAAAAAAApY/3H0UKD-GnnE/s200/pamae+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; As árvores acolhem os animais. Servem de esconderijo e abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;A árvore dá raízes,caules,folhas,flores e frutos que servem para a alimentação &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saudável&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A árvore regula a temperatura de meio ambiente à sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;O tronco dá madeira, dá resina e dá fibras vegetais, etc. Serve para a construção de casas, aquecimentos, móveis, papel, tecidos, brinquedos, cortiça...&lt;br /&gt;A árvore também dá flores e folhas que se utilizam em perfumaria, decoração e fabrico de chás medicinais.&lt;br /&gt;Ela purifica o ar. Liberta o oxigénio que serve para respirar.&lt;br /&gt;E também dá a sua sombra. Elas são muito importantes para a nossa respiração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cláudia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4YXbJdIlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/JxTOz41sWNg/s1600-h/pamae+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776194339906130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4YXbJdIlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/JxTOz41sWNg/s200/pamae+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-906622993544745316?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/906622993544745316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=906622993544745316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/906622993544745316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/906622993544745316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-arvores-e-respiracao.html' title='As árvores e a respiração'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/St4YYI9I4cI/AAAAAAAAApg/5gdqxA8yEdg/s72-c/pamae+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7297605630945085679</id><published>2009-10-07T12:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:29:34.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os nossos peixinhos</title><content type='html'>No Domingo, dia 4 de Outubro, foi o Dia Mundial do Animal e a mãe do Duarte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presenteou&lt;/span&gt;-nos com dois peixinhos dentro de um belo aquário.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de os observarmos muito bem decidimos baptizá-los com os nomes de Pintinhas e Furacão. O pintinhas ficou com esse nome porque tem três grandes pintas e o Furacão porque não pára quieto.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só tratá-los com carinho, alimentá-los diariamente e limpr o aquário todas as semanas. Esperámos que sejam muito felizes na nossa sala de aula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7297605630945085679?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7297605630945085679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7297605630945085679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7297605630945085679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7297605630945085679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-nossos-peixinhos.html' title='Os nossos peixinhos'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7092285648393954259</id><published>2009-10-07T08:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:15:11.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alimentação saudável</title><content type='html'>O carro só funciona&lt;br /&gt;com óleo e gasolina.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo só resiste&lt;br /&gt;com proteina e vitamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comida faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;e dá muita energia,&lt;br /&gt;para trabalhar, brincar...&lt;br /&gt;E até fazer magia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitar comer alimentos gordurosos,&lt;br /&gt;salgados ou açucarados.&lt;br /&gt;Comer frutas, legumes e leguminosas&lt;br /&gt;tomar leite e seus derivados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao almoço e ao jantar,&lt;br /&gt;devemos comer cereais.&lt;br /&gt;E até ao pequeno-almoço&lt;br /&gt;se forem integrais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carne ,peixe e ovos,&lt;br /&gt;sempre na medida certa.&lt;br /&gt;Para sermos saudáveis&lt;br /&gt;e podermos andar de bicicleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não comer nem beber demasiado,&lt;br /&gt;para não ficar gordinho.&lt;br /&gt;Beber líquidos fora das refeições&lt;br /&gt;mas, evitar refrigerantes e vinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não comer alimentos&lt;br /&gt;de difícil digestão,&lt;br /&gt;faz muito mal ao fígado&lt;br /&gt;ao estômago e coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma alimentação variada,&lt;br /&gt;faz bem a toda a gente.&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda a lutar contra o frio,&lt;br /&gt;para não ficar doente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7092285648393954259?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7092285648393954259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7092285648393954259' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7092285648393954259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7092285648393954259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/alimentacao-saudavel.html' title='Alimentação saudável'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-130394519691766513</id><published>2009-10-02T09:11:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:46:16.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O nosso abecedário maluco</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Ana dorme dentro da cana. Afonso Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bernarda&lt;/span&gt; que está sempre irritada. Afonso Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Cristina deu um pulo na piscina. Luís Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é o Daniel que já hoje comeu mel. Maria Cláudia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é o Eugénio que pensa que e um génio. Eugénia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Francisca que leva sempre para a escola uma caneta que pisca. Diogo Luís &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Gabriela, dorme dentro da panela. Inês Marinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Helena que parece uma hiena. Mariana Melo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é a Inês que fala com rapidez. Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt; que levou na cara. Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é o Mariano faz chichi no cano. Beatriz Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é o Napoleão nunca sai do Japão. Matilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Otília que parece uma tília. Mariana Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é o Pedro tem um nariz que mete medo. Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quim&lt;/span&gt; é louco por jasmim. Beatriz Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é o Rafael limpa o rabo com mel. Diogo Azevedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Susana que bebe a banana. Mariana Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é a Teresa que partiu a mesa. Duarte Salvador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é o Ulisses que ontem fez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perrices&lt;/span&gt;. Ana Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Vanessa põe as botas na travessa. Guilherme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xana&lt;/span&gt; come a casca da banana. Inês Vicente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a Zé põe arroz no café.&lt;em&gt; João&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-130394519691766513?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/130394519691766513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=130394519691766513' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/130394519691766513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/130394519691766513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-nosso-abecedario-maluco.html' title='O nosso abecedário maluco'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2367892369101083063</id><published>2009-06-16T09:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:03:46.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita de Estudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem, dia 15 de Junho, fomos fazer uma Visita de Estudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aímos da escola às 8 horas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parámos na á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rea&lt;/span&gt; de serviço de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Antuã&lt;/span&gt; para lanchar. De seguida partimos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Conimbriga&lt;/span&gt; onde vimos ruínas e vestígios dos romanos. Fomos almoçar no parque de merendas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Quando acabámos&lt;/span&gt; de almoçar rumamos até ao Portugal dos Pequenitos. Lá vimos e visitámos casas, monumentos, igrejas e praças em miniatura, de vários locais. Depois de comermos um gelado fomos de volta para o autocarro e chegámos à escola às 7 horas e meia da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta visita foi interessante porque vimos coisas diferentes. Foi muito divertida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A turma&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/5985220503595832583-2367892369101083063?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2367892369101083063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2367892369101083063' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2367892369101083063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2367892369101083063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/06/visita-de-estudo.html' title='Visita de Estudo'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-9048800817061402601</id><published>2009-06-05T12:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:42:00.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesias ao contrário</title><content type='html'>Debaixo do sofá&lt;br /&gt;viviam lá gatos&lt;br /&gt;e como ele tinha medo&lt;br /&gt;soltava-lhe os ratos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando lhe caía um dente&lt;br /&gt;colocava-o no talher&lt;br /&gt;e a sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;almofada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;servia-lhe de colher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sábado e ao domingo&lt;br /&gt;ia para a escola&lt;br /&gt;e no resto da semana&lt;br /&gt;tocava viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usava o avião&lt;br /&gt;para andar no mar&lt;br /&gt;e o seu grande barco&lt;br /&gt;para andar no ar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-9048800817061402601?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/9048800817061402601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=9048800817061402601' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/9048800817061402601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/9048800817061402601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/06/poesias-ao-contrario.html' title='Poesias ao contrário'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3161292325858287583</id><published>2009-06-01T14:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:02:40.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A criança precisa de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cuidados de saúde - Beatriz Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comida - Afonso Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pais - Luís&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mimos - Inês Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amizade - Diogo Luís&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carinho - Eugénia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ternura - Cláudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brincar - Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alimentos - Mariana Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;educação - Afonso Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alegria - Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beijinhos - Inês Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amigos - João &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amor - Guilherme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ensino - Inês Marinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;felicidade - Matilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;família - Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brinquedos - Ana Sfia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estudar Beatriz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nome - Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desporto - Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;casa - Mariana Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;companhia - Mariana Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nacionalidade - Diogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3161292325858287583?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3161292325858287583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3161292325858287583' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3161292325858287583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3161292325858287583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-mundial-da-crianca.html' title='Dia Mundial da Criança'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-6375412658422112944</id><published>2009-05-25T09:23:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:52:29.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As nossas composições</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse uma estrela...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma estrela gostaria de ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amarelinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ,o meu nome e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bubibú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Eu dormiria ao lado da Lua. Brincaria muitas vezes com as outras estrelas e com os planetas. Gostaria de ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grande, para&lt;/span&gt; ser a mãe delas todas, ia ser muito giro.&lt;br /&gt;A minha casa teria muitos quartos, seis salas e dez televisões. Os meus amigos seriam os planetas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cuidaria muito bem dos meus filhotes ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dava&lt;/span&gt;-lhes papinha para se alimentarem bem.Comprava muitas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prendinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para os meus filhotes se divertirem muito.&lt;br /&gt;Deixava os meus filhotes irem para o jardim e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nquanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eu fazia o jantar e de manhã fazia-lhes o almoço. E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; contava histórias aos meus filhos para eles adormecerem muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cláudia Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma estrela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma estrela era muito cintilante como o Sol. Eu deitava fogo pelos meus bicos para que toda a gente me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pudesse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ver como&lt;/span&gt; uma estrela cadente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu era bonita e tinha brilhantes em cima de mim. À noite brilhava imenso e de dia era um segundo Sol.&lt;br /&gt;Eu era a melhor estrela do universo inteiro, eu era especial para toda a gente que me via lá em baixo porque toda agente me podia ver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoraria ser uma estrela! Toda a gente falava de mim lá em baixo. Seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fantástico&lt;/span&gt; ser muito popular para toda a gente do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inês Marinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu inventasse uma máquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu inventasse uma máquina punha-lhe um cérebro, assim podia-lhe perguntar como eram os trabalhos de casa, as fichas e por aí fora.&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguisse até a fazia agora para me ajudar a fazer a composição, mas não tenho ferramentas nem instruções para a conseguir montar.&lt;br /&gt;E não é tudo! Podia fazer gelatina, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mousse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de chocolate e algodão doce quando quisesse, bastava carregar no botão azul e escolher a guloseima.&lt;br /&gt;Também tinha jogos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carregava-se no botão amarelo e apareceria centenas de jogos e alguns com música. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu gostava de inventar essa máquina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse uma estrela...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu fosse uma estrela era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;candeeiro&lt;/span&gt; que iluminava os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pobres&lt;/span&gt; e os que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; tivessem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;electricidade&lt;/span&gt;. Se eu fosse uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;estrela era&lt;/span&gt; feita de fogo como o Sol, se alguém &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tocasse em&lt;/span&gt; mim ficava assado.  Se eu fosse uma estrela dava mil voltas à Terra e ao Universo sem parar uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; vez. Se eu fosse uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;estrela seria como&lt;/span&gt; a Lua que aparece à noitinha. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Enfim,&lt;/span&gt; assim seria a minha vida se eu fosse uma estrela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afonso Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu inventasse uma máquina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando for grande vou inventar uma máquina que me possa ajudar em tudo menos ajudar-me na escola, mas sim, ajudar-me a carregar a mochila da escola. Também ela podia brincar comigo e brincar com o meu cão.&lt;br /&gt;Ajudava-me a fazer os trabalhos de casa. Via televisão com ela e pintava desenhos com ela.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt; Faziamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; muitas pinturas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela ficaria numa caixa de papelão quando não fosse precisa. &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava muito de ter esta máquina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mariana Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-6375412658422112944?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6375412658422112944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=6375412658422112944' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6375412658422112944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6375412658422112944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-nossas-composicoes.html' title='As nossas composições'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7572976087373933081</id><published>2009-05-14T12:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:21:17.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Projecto "Crescer a Brincar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SjF1ISzAATI/AAAAAAAAAmg/HsoE4mo9gYg/s1600-h/09-05-14_10-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346183018010640690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SjF1ISzAATI/AAAAAAAAAmg/HsoE4mo9gYg/s200/09-05-14_10-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SjF1IOy0cKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Bxl9up7JOtU/s1600-h/09-05-14_10-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346183016936140962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SjF1IOy0cKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Bxl9up7JOtU/s200/09-05-14_10-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós hoje fomos ao Centro de Estudos Camilianos, em Seide, assitir a uma peça de teatro inserida no Projecto "Crescer a Brincar". Foi uma peça muito interessante que apelava aos sentimentos das pessoas como a &lt;strong&gt;amizade, alegria, felicidade, respeito e solidariedade&lt;/strong&gt;. Nesta peça participaram crianças, pessoas mais velhas e meninos diferentes. Foi muito comovente ver todas essas pessoas empenhadas e a mostrar-nos o valor da AMIZADE. Gostamos muito e prometemos dar mais valor a estes sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que vimos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez um Sol que era muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, sem o Sol dar conta, os corações das pessoas encheram-se de raiva e o do Sol de tristeza. Começaram a não ligar aos outros nem aos seus problemas.&lt;br /&gt;De repente, começou a chover. Eram as lágrimas do Sol. Quando acabou de chover, dois irmãos, que davam as mãos, saltavam alegremente pelas poças de água deixadas pela chuva.&lt;br /&gt;E o Sol perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Como podem estar tão felizes com um dia destes?&lt;br /&gt;- Estamos felizes porque temos os abraços e as mãos mais o coração de nós os dois.&lt;br /&gt;- Então espalhem esse amor pelas ruas - pediu o Sol.&lt;br /&gt;De repente as ruas encheram-se de alegria e amor, o Sol voltou a estar feliz e as pessoas também.&lt;br /&gt;Todos juntos começaram a cantar e a dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugénia Cadeia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7572976087373933081?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7572976087373933081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7572976087373933081' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7572976087373933081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7572976087373933081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/05/projecto-crescer-brincar.html' title='Projecto &quot;Crescer a Brincar&quot;'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SjF1ISzAATI/AAAAAAAAAmg/HsoE4mo9gYg/s72-c/09-05-14_10-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2258796907850191739</id><published>2009-04-30T08:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:59:09.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para as nossas mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfnifNmnXpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YsjUF2Ltb4U/s1600-h/09-04-30_09-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330540659825139346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfnifNmnXpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YsjUF2Ltb4U/s200/09-04-30_09-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfnifSRuctI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hm0eHkrDHKQ/s1600-h/09-04-30_10-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330540661079700178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfnifSRuctI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hm0eHkrDHKQ/s200/09-04-30_10-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfnieigtqaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/78ZsblLjYJg/s1600-h/09-04-30_08-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330540648257661346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfnieigtqaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/78ZsblLjYJg/s200/09-04-30_08-20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/Sfnie1Nk-nI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DbMffxGpNyg/s1600-h/09-04-30_08-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330540653277674098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/Sfnie1Nk-nI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DbMffxGpNyg/s200/09-04-30_08-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para comemorar este dia tão importante para nós, fizemos este trabalho que é uma pequena carteira para o telemóvel, lenços ...Também fizemos um cartão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também lemos a poesia de Luísa Ducla Soares "MÃE":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;é uma árvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu uma flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem olhos altos como estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os seus cabelos brilham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;como o sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;faz coisas mágicas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;transforma farinha e ovos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape style="Z-INDEX: -1; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem mais força que o vento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;carrega sacos e sacos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;do supermercado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;e ainda me carrega a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;quando canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem um pássaro na garganta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;conhece o bem e o mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diz que é bem partir pinhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;e partir copos é mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu acho tudo igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;sabe para onde vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;todos os autocarros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;descobre as histórias que contam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;as letras dos livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem na barriga um ninho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;É lá que guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;o meu irmãozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;podia ser só minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tenho de a emprestar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;a tanta gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;à noite descasca batatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu desenho caras nelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;e a cara mais linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;é da minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Nós também fizemos dedicatórias para a mãe:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Mãe é a nossa maior alegria e ajuda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cláudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe ajuda -me e brinca comigo todos os dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe é a melhor do mundo, é jeitosa e eu gosto muito dela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afonso Costa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe está sempre a dar-me mimo e carinho e eu adoro-a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matilde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe é bonita, amiga e faz-me muitos miminhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diogo Luís&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe é muito querida e amiga e eu adoro-a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe dá-me carinho a mim e eu dou-lhe a ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mariana Ferreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe é a minha ursinha, adoro-a até mais não, sem ela não viveria não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Eugénia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, tu és linda como uma rosa e doce como o Sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beatriz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, és uma querida, fazes tudo para me fazer feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mariana Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, és bonita e fazes-me todos os pedidos que eu quero.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beatriz Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, és muito bonita. És como uma flor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iogo Azevedo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado mãe por me dares um irmãozinho e também por brincares comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe é bonita, eu gosto muito dela e ela gosta muito de mim. Trabalha todos os dias para me sutentar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inês Marinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe é amorosa, os olhos são estrelas e os cabelos um Sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;João António&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe é bonita e eu gosto dela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luís Miguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe,obrigado pelo carinho que tu me dás .Es linda como uma flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Duarte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito da minha mãe porque faz-me bolos para o meu aniversário. Dá-me muitos mimos e coisas que eu gosto.Eu gosto muito dela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mariana Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a melhor mãe do mundo, és mais linda como uma rosa.Eu adoro-te.Fazes bolos que são uma delícia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guilherme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe é bonita como uma rosa vermelha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe é a minha melhor amiga e eu gosto muito dela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inês Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha mãe é das melhores e eu gosto muito dela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;em&gt;na Rita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha mãe é a mais linda do mundo e eu gosto muito dela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-2258796907850191739?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2258796907850191739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2258796907850191739' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2258796907850191739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2258796907850191739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-as-nossas-maes.html' title='Para as nossas mães'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfnifNmnXpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YsjUF2Ltb4U/s72-c/09-04-30_09-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4809508321229945402</id><published>2009-04-27T17:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:09:39.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PNL - Um ladrão debaixo da cama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Era uma vez uma velhinha e um neto. A velhinha todos os dias depois de se levantar da cama ia dar uma volta colher ervas para fazer chás e recomendou ao neto que não abrisse a porta a ninguém. Certo dia, a velhinha foi dar a sua volta mas o dia estava muito frio e ventoso. As janelas e portas da sua casa, com o vento, abriam e fechavam. Um ladrão aproveitou a confusão e entrou na casa sem que o neto o visse. Quando chegou a casa, estava cheia de frio e pediu ao seu netinho para ir debaixo da cama buscar o seu xaile que estava dentro de uma caixa. Quando o netinho espreitou para baixo da cama viu uns olhos. O netinho foi a correr e a gritar até à avozinha dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;-Não vi caixa nem caixão, vi uns olhos de um ladrão! -disse o netinho.&lt;br /&gt;-Ó netinho, não terás visto mal?&lt;br /&gt;O neto voltou ao quarto e continuou a dizer que debaixo da cama estava um ladrão. A avó resolveu ir ao quarto com o netinho e deparou com um ladrão debaixo da cama. Mas para não dar nas vistas disse ao netinho que não era um ladrão mas sim um pobrezinho.&lt;br /&gt;Então a avó convidou o netinho e o ladrão para comer um caldo quente e disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Vou-vos contar uma história que se passou com um senhor que, um dia, quando tomou o meu chá pensou que eu o estava a envenenar e veio para a janela gritar. Aproveitando a história, a avó veio à janela e gritou:&lt;br /&gt;- Socorro! Socorro! Ajudem-me!&lt;br /&gt;- Ó tiazinha, não grite dessa maneira que ainda vão pensar que é verdade – disse o ladrão.&lt;br /&gt;-Não vão pensar nada, já estão habituados. E continuou a gritar:&lt;br /&gt;- Socorro! Socorro! Ajudem-me!&lt;br /&gt;Os vizinhos ouviram tanta gritaria que foram socorrer a velhinha, dando umas palmadas valentes no ladrão que ele ficou com os ossos todos partidos.&lt;br /&gt;A velhinha agradeceu aos vizinhos convidando-os a comer e tomar um caldinho que eles ficaram tão enfartados que tiveram de tomar um chá para a indigestão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beatriz Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4809508321229945402?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4809508321229945402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4809508321229945402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4809508321229945402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4809508321229945402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/pnl-um-ladrao-debaixo-da-cama.html' title='PNL - Um ladrão debaixo da cama'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5893242623881458883</id><published>2009-04-27T11:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:22:06.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu fosse um tapete voador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se eu fosse um tapete voador gostaria de ter nascido na ilha da Madeira, porque tem paisagens maravilhosas onde ainda se pode respirar ar puro.&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de ser vermelho como um morango , pois é umas das minhas cores favoritas .&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um tapete voador podia ajudar as pessoas ,transportando -as para onde elas quisessem.&lt;br /&gt;Assim não poluíam o ambiente e evitariam filas de trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;E quando um dia já estivesse velho e cansado gostaria de descansar no chão de um lugar muito importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se eu fosse  um  tapete  voador  gostaria  de ser  muito  colorido  para  que as pessoas me pudessem  admirar . Então iria voar para um  país muito quente,  com praia, para ver o mar e as andorinhas a voarem como eu .&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passar as férias nesse país ia contar aos meus amigos como foi bonita porque foi de tapete voador.Eu gostava de ser um tapete voador nem que fosse por um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se  eu fosse um tapete voador a minha cor seria verde-alface.&lt;br /&gt;Eu levaria os meus pais às Caraíbas para lhes mostrar os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;polvos&lt;/span&gt; gigantes e as belas praias.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um tapete voador também gostava de ir ao Algarve ver o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rally&lt;/span&gt; e sobrevoar o carro do Pedro Rodrigues.&lt;br /&gt;Iria também levar comida e roupa às pessoas com fome e frio. No tempo livre  iria até ao espaço ver de mais perto a Lua, os planetas ,as estrelas e o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afonso Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se  eu   fosse  um  tapete   voador  levava  as  pessoas  a   viajar. Primeiro  levava-as  a   voar  por  cima dos  campos,   depois   voava   por   cima   dos  arranha  céus e   dos   prédios.  Também    levava as pessoas    aos    sítios   que   elas   me   pedissem.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em  cima ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mariana Melo&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/5985220503595832583-5893242623881458883?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5893242623881458883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5893242623881458883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5893242623881458883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5893242623881458883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-eu-fosse-um-tapete-voador.html' title='Se eu fosse um tapete voador'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7666147576757119309</id><published>2009-04-27T11:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:18:41.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana pedagógica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SjFyKwx4GQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tqhw216Z9GY/s1600-h/09-04-24_15-081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179761883846914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SjFyKwx4GQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tqhw216Z9GY/s320/09-04-24_15-081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SjFyKp5-ecI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TYdpiXJrCAw/s1600-h/09-04-24_15-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179760038771138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SjFyKp5-ecI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TYdpiXJrCAw/s320/09-04-24_15-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SjFyKW3PMtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pF-ivRfaB3k/s1600-h/09-04-24_15-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179754927010514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SjFyKW3PMtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pF-ivRfaB3k/s320/09-04-24_15-08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alguns dos nossos trabalhos estiveram expostos no stand da Júlio Brandão, no Lago Discont.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7666147576757119309?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7666147576757119309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7666147576757119309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7666147576757119309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7666147576757119309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/semana-pedagogica.html' title='Semana pedagógica'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SjFyKwx4GQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tqhw216Z9GY/s72-c/09-04-24_15-081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4660369253008561177</id><published>2009-04-24T11:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:53:26.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O 25 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfGZ58tWE8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2l9MwLVRHOc/s1600-h/25Abril3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328209054983918530" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfGZ58tWE8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2l9MwLVRHOc/s200/25Abril3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; N&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aturalmente que já ouviste falar no 25 de Abril de 1974, mas provavelmente não conheces as coisas como os teus pais ou os teus avós que viveram nesta época. Sabias que o golpe de estado do 25 de Abril de 1974 ficou conhecido para sempre como a "Revolução dos Cravos"?&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que foi uma revolução porque a política do nosso País se alterou completamente. Mas como não houve a violência habitual das revoluções (manchada de sangue inocente), o povo ofereceu flores (cravos) aos militares que os puseram nos canos das armas.&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de balas, que matam, havia flores por todo o lado, significando o renascer da vida e a mudança!&lt;br /&gt;O povo português fez este golpe de estado porque não estava contente com o governo de Marcelo Caetano, que seguiu a política de Salazar (o Estado Novo), que era uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junior.te.pt/servlets/Bairro?P=Portugal&amp;amp;ID=58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ditadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. Esta forma de governo sem liberdade durou cerca de 48 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os outros países da Europa avançavam e progrediam em democracia, o regime português mantinha o nosso país atrasado e fechado a novas ideias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4660369253008561177?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4660369253008561177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4660369253008561177' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4660369253008561177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4660369253008561177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-25-de-abril.html' title='O 25 de Abril'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfGZ58tWE8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2l9MwLVRHOc/s72-c/25Abril3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5843764870994947228</id><published>2009-04-23T09:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:14:10.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial do Livro - 23 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ia Mundial do livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de S. Jorge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfGeX5-yavI/AAAAAAAAAlw/uLGSZUrht00/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328213967694359282" style="WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfGeX5-yavI/AAAAAAAAAlw/uLGSZUrht00/s200/livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LENDA DE S.JORGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A sua imagem é conhecida por todos: a figura do cavaleiro montado no seu belo cavalo, lutando contra o dragão. Essa imagem já era difundida na Idade Média.&lt;br /&gt;S. Jorge morreu em 303, provavelmente em DIOSPOLIS, actualmente LIDA na&lt;br /&gt;PALESTINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relembrando a sua Lenda, encontramos um horrível dragão que, de vez em quando, saía do fundo do lago e se atirava contra a cidade com o seu hálito mortal. Tentando evitar esse flagelo, os moradores da cidade ofereciam ao dragão jovens pessoas que seriam vítimas da sua ira. Um dia, a vítima seria a princesa e nem o rei pôde fazer nada para evitar tal fim. No momento do seu encontro com a terrível besta, Jorge prometeu salvá-la, implorando protecção divina. Com a sua espada em punho, reduziu o terrível dragão a um manso cordeirinho e todos os habitantes passaram a venerar esta figura salvadora e sobretudo os cavaleiros, imploravam a sua protecção e recordavam-no, oferecendo à sua amada uma rosa vermelha, recebendo em troca, um livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5843764870994947228?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5843764870994947228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5843764870994947228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5843764870994947228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5843764870994947228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-mundial-do-livro-23-de-abril-dia-de.html' title='Dia Mundial do Livro - 23 de Abril'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SfGeX5-yavI/AAAAAAAAAlw/uLGSZUrht00/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-253535180289550753</id><published>2009-04-20T09:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:35:04.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PNL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Título:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um Ladrão Debaixo da Cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Autor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alice Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ilustrador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vasco Colombo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Editora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Frases mais importantes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Não vi caixa nem caixão, vi os olhos de um ladrão!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Abre-a e traz o xaile de lã negra, que só ele pode acalmar o meu frio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-253535180289550753?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/253535180289550753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=253535180289550753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/253535180289550753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/253535180289550753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/pnl.html' title='PNL'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3197195115048976812</id><published>2009-04-13T21:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:27:51.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os nossos trabalhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SjF2twm5gOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/yBH4z3GmQs0/s1600-h/09-03-27_09-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; 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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; O Significado da Páscoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Páscoa é uma festa cristã que celebra a ressurreição de Jesus. Depois de morrer na cruz, o seu corpo foi colocado em um sepulcro, onde ali permaneceu, até à sua ressurreição, quando o seu espírito e o seu corpo foram reunificados. É o dia santo mais importante da religião cristã, quando as pessoas vão às igrejas e participam de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cerimónias&lt;/span&gt; religiosas.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos costumes ligados ao período pascal originam-se dos festivais pagãos da Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Outros vêm da celebração do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pessach&lt;/span&gt;, ou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Passover&lt;/span&gt;, a Páscoa judaica.&lt;br /&gt;É uma das mais importantes festas do calendário judaico, que é celebrada por 8 dias e comemora o êxodo dos israelitas do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Egipto&lt;/span&gt; durante o reinado do faraó Ramsés II, da escravidão para a liberdade. Um ritual de passagem, assim como a "passagem" de Cristo, da morte para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;No português, como em muitas outras línguas, a palavra Páscoa origina-se do hebraico &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pessach&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Tradição do Ovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/ScvFvXIaUJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IoV49IT4FZE/s1600-h/Hasepaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317561202494820498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/ScvFvXIaUJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IoV49IT4FZE/s200/Hasepaint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O ovo é um dos mais antigos símbolos da Páscoa. Significa fertilidade e recomeço da vida. Alguns historiadores garantem que o costume de cozinhar e depois colorir ovos de galinha para depois presenteá-los surgiu entre os antigos egípcios, persas e algumas tribos germânicas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje atribui-se aos chineses o costume milenar de presentear parentes e amigos com ovos nas festas de primavera. Mas foram os reis e príncipes da Antiguidade que confeccionaram ovos de prata e ouro recobertos de pedras preciosas. O povo, sem recursos para tais luxos, manteve a tradição de presentear ovos de galinha confeccionados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A tradição do Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No antigo Egipto, o coelho era o símbolo da fertilidade. Por ser um animal que apresenta condições de gerar grandes ninhadas, a imagem do coelho simboliza a capacidade da Igreja de produzir novos discípulos constantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FELIZ PÁSCOA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; vários idiomas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Francês: JOYEUSES PÂQUES;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tcheco: VESELE VANOCE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alemão: SCHÖNE OSTERN; Espanhol: FELICES PASCUAS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Italiano: BUONA PASQUA;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Macedônio: SREKEN VELIGDEN;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inglês: HAPPY EASTER;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grego: KALO PASKA;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chinês: FOUAI HWO GIE QUAI LE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Árabe: EID-FOSS'H MUBARAK;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Croata: SRETUN USKRS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Húngaro: Boldog Husveti Ünnepeket;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Polonês: Wesolych Swiat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sueco: Glad Påsk;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Holandês: Gelukkig Paasfest; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Norueguês: God Påske;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Turco: Mutlo (eller Hos) Paskalya;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Português: Feliz Páscoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Canção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/ScqSOgT2HjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MZPlA7xfUrA/s1600-h/springbuntop.jpg"&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa&lt;br /&gt;Letra e música de O. B. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pohlmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/ScqSOgT2HjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MZPlA7xfUrA/s1600-h/springbuntop.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/ScqSOgT2HjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MZPlA7xfUrA/s1600-h/springbuntop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa, que trazes pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;Um ovo, dois ovos, três ovos assim!&lt;br /&gt;Um ovo, dois ovos, três ovos assim!&lt;br /&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa, que cor eles têm?&lt;br /&gt;Azul, amarelo e vermelho também!&lt;br /&gt;Azul, amarelo e vermelho também!&lt;br /&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa, com quem vais dançar?&lt;br /&gt;Com esta menina que sabe cantar!&lt;br /&gt;Com esta menina que sabe cantar!&lt;br /&gt;Coelhinho maroto, porque vais fugir?&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as casas eu tenho que ir!&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as casas eu tenho que ir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/ScqSOgT2HjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MZPlA7xfUrA/s1600-h/springbuntop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223087953288754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/ScqSOgT2HjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MZPlA7xfUrA/s320/springbuntop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3096933545377587485?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3096933545377587485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3096933545377587485' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3096933545377587485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3096933545377587485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pascoa-feliz.html' title='Páscoa Feliz'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/ScvFvXIaUJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IoV49IT4FZE/s72-c/Hasepaint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-1512914004382937108</id><published>2009-03-23T20:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:33:38.343Z</updated><title type='text'>O reconto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cinderela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez uma menina que se chamava Cinderela. Ela tinha uma madrasta muito má que tinha duas filhas muito egoístas.&lt;br /&gt; Um dia receberam uma mensagem do reino a comunicar que iria haver um baile e a Cinderela disse:&lt;br /&gt; -Madrasta, posso ir ao baile?&lt;br /&gt; -Não! -disse a madrasta.&lt;br /&gt;- Porquê? - quis saber a Cinderela.&lt;br /&gt;-Tens de lavar os vidros, as janelas, os quartos e o chão!&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto trabalho a Cinderela não conseguiu ir ao baile.  As suas irmãs foram ao baile e a Cinderela ficou muito triste.&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente, apareceu a sua Fada Madrinha!&lt;br /&gt;E, com a sua magia, ela transformou o velho vestido da Cinderela num belo,  os sapatos nuns sapatos de cristal e a abóbora numa bela carruagem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a fada disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt; -À meia-noite tens de vir, pois o encanto termina!&lt;br /&gt; Logo que a Cinderela chegou ao baile o príncipe ficou encantado com ela.&lt;br /&gt; Mas de repente começaram a bater as badaladas  da meia-noite.&lt;br /&gt; - Tenho que ir! – disse a Cinderela.&lt;br /&gt;Saiu com tanta pressa que deixou cair o seu sapato de cristal na escadaria do palácio.&lt;br /&gt; Na manhã seguinte, o príncipe foi à procura da dona daquele sapato de cristal e exigiu que todas as raparigas do reino o experimentassem.&lt;br /&gt;  Finalmente chegou a casa da  da madrasta da Cinderela. Depois de tudo fazer para que a Cinderela não o experimentasse chegou a vez dela. Ao ver que o sapato lhe servia na perfeição concluiu que o sapato lhe pertencia.&lt;br /&gt;Casaram então e viveram felizes para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luís Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-1512914004382937108?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1512914004382937108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=1512914004382937108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1512914004382937108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1512914004382937108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-reconto.html' title='O reconto'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3624845006863450900</id><published>2009-03-08T18:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:56:16.337Z</updated><title type='text'>O reconto - PNL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(79, 129, 189); border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 4pt; margin-left: 46.8pt; margin-right: 46.8pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoIntenseQuote" style="margin: 10pt 0cm 14pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O GALO DA VELHA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LUCIANA ( António Mota)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez uma velha que se chamava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. A velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tinha dezoito ovos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-los dentro de uma caixa com palha e foi ao galinheiro buscar uma galinha choca para chocar os ovos. Quando nasceram os dezoito pintainhos a velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pôs mais dezoito ovos a chocar, mas só nasceu um pintainho e a velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ficou admirada porque o pinto era mudo e careca. A galinha achou-o muito feio e decidiu não se pôr em cima dele para se aquecer. Muito triste o pintainho foi-se embora. Passado algum tempo, e com medo de um galo, que lhe ia dar uma valente bicada, sem querer entrou na cozinha onde viu a velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a dormir junto da lareira, com a saia a arder. O pintainho correu a apagar o lume com as suas patinhas. A velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; acordou e ficou muito amiga dele por ele lhe ter salvado a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passou a alimentá-lo todos os dias com restos de comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Um dia o patinho foi ao quintal à procura de minhocas, fez muitos buracos e encontrou uma coisa amarela que brilhava. Mesmo sem sabendo o que era tentou comê-la mas ficou com ela presa na garganta. Caiu com as patinhas para o ar e foi assim que a velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; o encontrou. Abriu-lhe o bico e com os dois dedos tirou de lá uma moeda, que o seu pai lhe tinha dado quando era pequena. Levou o pintainho para casa e cuidou dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passaram-se dias e dias, noites e noites até que o frango acordou com um lindo bico azul, uma crista roxa e coberto de penas douradas. A velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; levou-o aos seus amigos para verem como ele cantava bem “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tatetitotuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…”. Os amigos perguntaram-lhe porque não o vendia, ao que ela lhes respondeu que não havia nada que pudesse pagar uma tão grande amizade. E ficaram juntos para sempre!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Beatriz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3624845006863450900?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3624845006863450900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3624845006863450900' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3624845006863450900'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maginação tu vais ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ais voar e &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;brincar &lt;/span&gt;depois vais-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;elembrar e sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;livro vai-te ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guilherme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emos com 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204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emos com alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;magens bonitas vemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;amos aprender coisas novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ealizamos belos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;utros livros também lemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Af&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;onso Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emos com emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maginamos belas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emos imagens maravilhosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;imos grandes gargalhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; livro é uma coisa fantástica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emos livros com alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nventamos livros com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erdades e mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imos, sorrimos e choramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhamos as fantásticas ilustrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Marinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emos historias fantásticas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maginamos coisas bonitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iajamos pelo mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imam muitas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hamos e vemos coisas maravilhosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariana Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er com alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maginar fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er ilustrações fantásticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ir com as anedotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; livro é um grande amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;04/03/09 - AS NOSSAS POESIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; livro é nosso amigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;faz-nos falta para aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ele anda sempre comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;vou precisar dele para ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ana Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O livro é uma companhia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Para ler e aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Uma história ou poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As duas são belas para ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ler é uma sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Para a vida ter mais alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O livro tem alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ilustrações maravilhosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Podem ler-se ao deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E grosso ou fino pode ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariana Melo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O livro é o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu melhor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E o meu companheiro também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu trago-o na mochila para ler e aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É o meu melhor amigo porque me ajuda a crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Também tem imagens lindas que me fazem rir e tremer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatriz Pereira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;04/03/09- PESQUISA SOBRE ESCRITORES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Maria Alberta Menéres&lt;/span&gt;, de seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; nome completo Maria Alberta Rovisco Garcia Meneres de Melo e Castro nasceu em Vila Nova de Gaia, em 1930.&lt;br /&gt;Licenciou-se em Ciências Histórico-Filosófic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as, pela Universidade Clássica de Lisboa. Foi professora do ensino secundário e colaborou em diversas publicações nomeadamente Távola Redonda, Diário de Notícias, Cadernos do Meio-Dia e Diário Popular, tendo neste último sido responsável, durante dois anos, pela secção Iniciação Literária.&lt;br /&gt;A sua primeira obra data de 1952 e intitula-se Intervalo, tendo sido premiada, em 1960, com o seu livro Água-Memória, no Concurso Internacional de Poesia Giacomo Leopardi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria Alberta Meneres tem dedicado grande parte da sua obra à literatura infantil e juvenil e pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oduziu nesta área programas de televisão, sendo em 1975 sido nomeada chefe do departamento de programas infantis e juvenis da RTP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;João Pedro Mésseder&lt;/span&gt; nasceu em 1957, no Porto, e aí completou os estudos universitários. É autor de A Cidade Incurável (Caminho, 1999) e Ordem Alfabética (Quasi Edições, 2000) (poesia) e recebeu o Prémio Literário Maria Amália Vaz de Carvalho, 1999, da Câmara Municipal de Loures, pelo livro Fissura (Caminho, 2000). Publicou ainda dois livros para a infância: Versos com Reversos (Caminho, 1999), nomeado para a «IBBY Honour List» de 2000, e De Que Cor É o Desejo? (Caminho, 2000). 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Fizemos trabalhos fantásticos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4597192070264522447?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4597192070264522447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4597192070264522447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4597192070264522447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4597192070264522447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-bruxas.html' title='As bruxas'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPK6r40gmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/TSHSttY_vvs/s72-c/bruxas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7118245345795362289</id><published>2009-02-24T09:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:14:29.576Z</updated><title type='text'>As plantas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPHy2yTePI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/VQirgSBaKHk/s1600-h/09-02-12_09-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306304462486468850" style="WIDTH: 114px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPAlJqKHPI/AAAAAAAAAig/FgOnFd7xqMs/s200/DSC02569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPAlDHNK5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/kzA1Znx8yr8/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306296528695798674" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPAlDHNK5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/kzA1Znx8yr8/s200/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SaJvs4pZX-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/C-CbbU8jsmM/s1600-h/09-02-20_10-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305926127906807778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SaJvs4pZX-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/C-CbbU8jsmM/s320/09-02-20_10-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SaJvscT8eeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mHkRX-b-tlo/s1600-h/09-02-20_11-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305926120300640738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SaJvscT8eeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mHkRX-b-tlo/s320/09-02-20_11-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACRÓSTICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aras pintadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legria&lt;/span&gt; e animação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isos&lt;/span&gt; e gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a rua há &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desfiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tiramos serpentinas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;confetis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;estimos&lt;/span&gt; fantasias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s crianças estão felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;indas&lt;/span&gt; máscaras colocamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É Carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;É verdade, é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;É verdade sim senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;No dia de Carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Minha máscara vou por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;No dia de Carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vai mascarado quem quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;As mulheres vestidas d`homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;E os homens de mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaJ0fHL8Q6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/qrxPpZseYOg/s1600-h/09-02-19_10-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305931388849767330" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaJ0fHL8Q6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/qrxPpZseYOg/s200/09-02-19_10-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/5985220503595832583-544888130309264306?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/544888130309264306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=544888130309264306' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/544888130309264306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/544888130309264306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-carnaval.html' title='O Carnaval'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPAlJqKHPI/AAAAAAAAAig/FgOnFd7xqMs/s72-c/DSC02569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-853337328462776243</id><published>2009-02-13T09:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:51:41.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de S. Valentim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPCnLHYASI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-mi7gBHy3CM/s1600-h/Trabalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306298764226986274" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPCnLHYASI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-mi7gBHy3CM/s200/Trabalho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPB9k3bcbI/AAAAAAAAAio/Z-6ja9ivMrU/s1600-h/Dia+de+S.+Valentim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306298049584918962" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPB9k3bcbI/AAAAAAAAAio/Z-6ja9ivMrU/s200/Dia+de+S.+Valentim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O dia 14 de Fevereiro foi vivido de uma maneira diferente.Toda a escola fez trabalhos alusivos ao dia, que depois foram expostos na biblioteca. Os alunos do 4º ano apresentaram-nos a lenda de S. Valentim e cantaram-nos algumas canções.Foi muito engraçado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPCndGbRzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Gk-dp1G1He8/s1600-h/grupo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306298769054844722" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPCndGbRzI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Gk-dp1G1He8/s200/grupo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim o amor é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SZVNP-hc9QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/G1gaKw4-ulo/s1600-h/valentim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302229073175311618" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SZVNP-hc9QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/G1gaKw4-ulo/s200/valentim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lindo. Alexandre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tratar as pessoas com carinho. Afonso Cruz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o carinho que me dão os meus pais. Inês Vicente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paixão, amor pelos pais e pelos avò .Adoro-os a todos. Ana Rita &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carinho, paixão e amizade pelos meus amigos e famíliares. Inês Marinho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uma coisa maravilhosa. Matilde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tratar bem os pais e os irmãos. Mariana Campos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5985220503595832583-853337328462776243?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/853337328462776243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=853337328462776243' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/853337328462776243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/853337328462776243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/dia-de-s-valentim.html' title='Dia de S. Valentim'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SaPCnLHYASI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-mi7gBHy3CM/s72-c/Trabalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7592754072140359619</id><published>2009-02-08T21:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:09:26.882Z</updated><title type='text'>A ida ao teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9W9fFf5dI/AAAAAAAAAhw/KDGWD_q67vs/s1600-h/DSC02565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300550900754933202" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9W9fFf5dI/AAAAAAAAAhw/KDGWD_q67vs/s200/DSC02565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9W9YJh8NI/AAAAAAAAAho/ODc5R9SfftM/s1600-h/DSC02559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300550898892796114" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9W9YJh8NI/AAAAAAAAAho/ODc5R9SfftM/s200/DSC02559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WPZcT7zI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6AHlzicQLfU/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300550108966022962" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WPZcT7zI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6AHlzicQLfU/s200/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WPFP3KZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/f7V1WMqpmO4/s1600-h/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300550103545096594" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WPFP3KZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/f7V1WMqpmO4/s200/DSC02567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WPMpNDVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/K_DeoHW68UA/s1600-h/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300550105530436946" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WPMpNDVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/K_DeoHW68UA/s200/DSC02562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WO7YzxdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/lJFO87AZGXM/s1600-h/DSC02560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300550100898268626" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9WO7YzxdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/lJFO87AZGXM/s200/DSC02560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós, na sexta-feira, fomos ao teatro ver a peça "Os Saltibancos de Chico Buarque" do grupo Seiva Trupe no Teatro do Campo Alegre. Foi uma peça muito engraçada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7592754072140359619?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7592754072140359619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7592754072140359619' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7592754072140359619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7592754072140359619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/ida-ao-teatro.html' title='A ida ao teatro'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SY9W9fFf5dI/AAAAAAAAAhw/KDGWD_q67vs/s72-c/DSC02565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3885013764986896368</id><published>2009-02-05T20:54:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:41:24.994Z</updated><title type='text'>O reconto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtYA5kSdqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/d0XoZ9BgZyU/s1600-h/menina+do+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299426159007790754" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtYA5kSdqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/d0XoZ9BgZyU/s200/menina+do+mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"A Menina do Mar" contada pela Eugénia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era uma vez, um menino que vivia numa casa, à beira da praia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordava gostava de passear pela praia. Um dia, quando lá chegou  ouviu quatro gargalhadas muito esquisitas. A primeira foi OH! OH! e OH!, a segunda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;qué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;qué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;qué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!, a terceira foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;glu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;glu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;glu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! e a quarta foi Ah!, Ah! e Ah!.&lt;br /&gt;Ao virar-se viu um polvo, uma menina muito pequenina, um peixe e um caranguejo. O menino saltou e apanhou a menina. A menina gritava:&lt;br /&gt;- Ó Peixe, ó Caranguejo, ó Polvo, acudam-me!&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde a menina do Mar e o rapaz conheceram-se e os cinco, ficaram amigos. Todas as manhãs o rapaz trazia coisas da terra para lhes mostrar. Ele trouxe uma rosa, uma caixa de fósforos e mostrou-lhe o que era a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia a Raia Grande descobriu que a menina do Mar combinou, com o rapaz, sair do Mar. A Raia mandou um grupo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;polvos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; esconder-se nas rochas, para que a Menina do Mar não saísse , mas sim levá-la para uma praia distante.&lt;br /&gt;A menina vivia agora longe do menino. O Rei do Mar onde vivia agora a menina resolveu dar uma festa e convidou as baleias, os tubarões e os peixes. A menina do Mar era a bailarina da festa, mas como estava muito triste dançou muito mal, de tal forma que o Rei do Mar perguntou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;-Porque danças tão mal hoje?&lt;br /&gt;A menina do Mar respondeu-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;-Porque tenho saudades.&lt;br /&gt;O polvo, o caranguejo e o peixe contaram-lhe a história da Menina do Mar e este resolveu fazer uma poção mágica e enviou-a por uma gaivota, que a levou até ao rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz bebeu-a e foi transportado pela gaivota até à gruta, onde se encontrava a menina do Mar e assim já podia viver dentro da água. A partir desse momento nunca mais se separaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtYRaBZhnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/K5JFcA_05VY/s1600-h/menina+do+mar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299426442597729906" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtYRaBZhnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/K5JFcA_05VY/s200/menina+do+mar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3885013764986896368?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3885013764986896368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3885013764986896368' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3885013764986896368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3885013764986896368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-reconto.html' title='O reconto'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtYA5kSdqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/d0XoZ9BgZyU/s72-c/menina+do+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8637265092835574598</id><published>2009-02-03T21:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:15:41.375Z</updated><title type='text'>"A Menina do Mar" de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez um menino que vivia junto à praia. Um dia, o menino ouviu uns barulhos atrás de uma rocha. Era a Menina do Mar. Esta menina foi trazida por uma gaivota e pousada numa praia quase deserta. Ela passou a viver com um caranguejo, um polvo e um peixe no fundo do mar. O peixe não fazia nada, o caranguejo era o cozinheiro e costureiro da Menina do Mar. O polvo era o que trabalhava mais porque fazia a cama da Menina, ia buscar a comida e outras coisas.A dona dos mares era a Grande Raia. Um dia, a Menina do Mar encontrou-se com o rapaz que vivia nessa praia. Ficaram amigos e em cada encontro o rapaz levava-lhe uma coisa da terra. Até que um dia, quis levá-la, dentro de um balde para conhecer a terra. Mas a Grande Raia não gostou e mandou-a para uma praia distante e nunca mais se viram. Num belo dia, o rei dos mares que soube da tristeza da Menina, mandou uma gaivota entregar ao rapaz uma poção para ele conseguir viver debaixo da água. O rapaz bebeu-a e viveu para sempre com a Menina no fundo do mar.&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/5985220503595832583-8637265092835574598?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8637265092835574598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8637265092835574598' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8637265092835574598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8637265092835574598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/menina-do-mar.html' title='&quot;A Menina do Mar&quot; de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-6750331320511547537</id><published>2009-01-21T18:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:48:11.654Z</updated><title type='text'>As fadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtdApuH6wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ABhszbkZGHY/s1600-h/Fada+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299431652312214274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtdApuH6wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ABhszbkZGHY/s200/Fada+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtdAYLMRUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/alL5FXIvywc/s1600-h/fada10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299431647602296130" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtdAYLMRUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/alL5FXIvywc/s200/fada10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdocN6E34I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7BYr0jeCvGw/s1600-h/Fada+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293814720976183170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdocN6E34I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7BYr0jeCvGw/s320/Fada+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdoJZFibBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/b7qc7ytrI50/s1600-h/fada+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293814397559532562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdoJZFibBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/b7qc7ytrI50/s320/fada+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdnyDqewTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/muUbsWl6EX0/s1600-h/Fada+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293813996671910194" style="FLOAT: left; 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WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdlxcpODqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sEvYbrfY8zo/s320/Fada+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdlwZMXQjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Cjmu19lcAV8/s1600-h/Fada+sozinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293811769068175922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SXdlwZMXQjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Cjmu19lcAV8/s320/Fada+sozinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtaF7r6VZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/F3SZFbkFPKA/s1600-h/09-02-04_12-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299428444499236242" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtaF7r6VZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/F3SZFbkFPKA/s200/09-02-04_12-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtaGaxCwdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HoRREq9l8yU/s1600-h/09-02-04_12-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299428452842258898" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtaGaxCwdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HoRREq9l8yU/s200/09-02-04_12-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-6750331320511547537?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6750331320511547537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=6750331320511547537' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6750331320511547537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6750331320511547537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-fadas.html' title='As fadas'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SYtdApuH6wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ABhszbkZGHY/s72-c/Fada+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3834554140077070612</id><published>2009-01-18T10:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:13:08.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Os sólidos geométricos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMOVmRPMWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0HHT04oJFuc/s1600-h/09-01-15_09-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292589751303352674" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMOVmRPMWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0HHT04oJFuc/s200/09-01-15_09-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMOWLGqDZI/AAAAAAAAAew/x5gy1j2bDMo/s1600-h/09-01-12_11-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292589761191087506" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMOWLGqDZI/AAAAAAAAAew/x5gy1j2bDMo/s200/09-01-12_11-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMOV_SkNxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wUcfwYO59h4/s1600-h/09-01-15_09-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292589758019811090" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMOV_SkNxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wUcfwYO59h4/s200/09-01-15_09-52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nós estivemos a fazer sólidos geométricos com palhinhas e plasticina. Foi trabalhalhoso mas divertido!&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/5985220503595832583-3834554140077070612?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3834554140077070612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3834554140077070612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3834554140077070612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3834554140077070612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-slidos-geomtricos.html' title='Os sólidos geométricos'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMOVmRPMWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0HHT04oJFuc/s72-c/09-01-15_09-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7487806454185189097</id><published>2009-01-18T09:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:09:33.288Z</updated><title type='text'>Linhas rectas e linhas curvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXL_pnraA_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_lqMiWAiv7w/s1600-h/09-01-12_11-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292573602604516338" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXL_pnraA_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_lqMiWAiv7w/s200/09-01-12_11-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXL_H0gKl8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/M2mzpdcxs-Q/s1600-h/09-01-12_11-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292573021931476930" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXL_H0gKl8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/M2mzpdcxs-Q/s200/09-01-12_11-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXL_H6zr3gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lDD8r2EezzI/s1600-h/09-01-12_11-211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292573023623962114" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXL_H6zr3gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lDD8r2EezzI/s200/09-01-12_11-211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7487806454185189097?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7487806454185189097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7487806454185189097' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7487806454185189097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7487806454185189097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/01/linhas-rectas-e-linhas-curvas.html' title='Linhas rectas e linhas curvas'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXL_pnraA_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_lqMiWAiv7w/s72-c/09-01-12_11-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-1039748340656906292</id><published>2009-01-11T20:29:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:06:53.272Z</updated><title type='text'>Nevou na nossa escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SWpZAyC7fSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ciWGlqeot88/s1600-h/09-01-09_10-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290138582269000994" style="WIDTH: 115px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SWpZAKUfwMI/AAAAAAAAAco/tS3B5mjCEDk/s200/09-01-09_10-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SWpY_-SSWGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mWRmJa8ZkSg/s1600-h/09-01-09_09-561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290138568374769762" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SWpY_-SSWGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mWRmJa8ZkSg/s200/09-01-09_09-561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na sexta-feira nevou em Famalicão. Ficou tudo branquinho. A nossa professora deixou-nos brincar com a neve. Estava muito frio. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SWJxMI3-NyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8DxD84tAdms/s320/Reis+blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SWJx1TgzxiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/31kuzniwUHs/s1600-h/Reis+blog+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287914073071273506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SWJx1TgzxiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/31kuzniwUHs/s320/Reis+blog+2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vieram os três Reis Magos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as suas terras distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guiados por uma estrela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cujos raios cintilantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os levaram ao Deus Menino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que, a sorrir de bondade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recebeu os seus presentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E os acolheu com amizade . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624921666676594" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SWT4WI44Z3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nNBLuatCMoY/s200/09-01-07_11-49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Neste dia, recebemos a visita dos nossos amigos mais pequeninos, do Jardim de Infância, que nos vieram cantar os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reis&lt;/span&gt;. Cantaram muito bem!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMPF6nUsMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/B3EZ-LCreW4/s1600-h/09-01-16_11-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292590581398417602" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMPF6nUsMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/B3EZ-LCreW4/s200/09-01-16_11-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMPGM7GP6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/tKyqCEdhy2M/s1600-h/09-01-16_11-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292590586313195426" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SXMPGM7GP6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/tKyqCEdhy2M/s200/09-01-16_11-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Também nós fomos cantar as Janeiras à Escola Júlio Brandão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-6715230635354237838?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6715230635354237838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=6715230635354237838' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6715230635354237838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6715230635354237838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2009/01/dia-de-reis.html' title='Dia de Reis'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SWJxMI3-NyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8DxD84tAdms/s72-c/Reis+blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-6184662573992573105</id><published>2008-12-14T22:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:02:09.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Os simbolos de natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWNzs9IkMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-iIg62g9t_M/s1600-h/renas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279782057542193346" style="WIDTH: 56px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWNzs9IkMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-iIg62g9t_M/s200/renas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; RENAS -Ajudam o Pai Natal distribuir presentes para as crianças do mundo todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWOUQUf5RI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZVLVL4SO2XM/s1600-h/gnomos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279782616791246098" style="WIDTH: 62px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWOUQUf5RI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZVLVL4SO2XM/s200/gnomos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DUENDES&lt;br /&gt;Seriam os ajudantes do Pai Natal na confecção e distribuição dos brinquedos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWOimy-LvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/g_uMukdyQkg/s1600-h/pres_pio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279782863342808818" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWOimy-LvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/g_uMukdyQkg/s200/pres_pio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PRESÉPIO&lt;br /&gt;É a representação do nascimento de JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPFykqvUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mvjoffmXy9Q/s1600-h/boneco+de+neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279783467799461186" style="WIDTH: 61px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPFykqvUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mvjoffmXy9Q/s200/boneco+de+neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BONECO DE NEVE&lt;br /&gt;Simboliza a convivência na família um momento para confraternizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGFwfN-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/UPx3vWbUvvY/s1600-h/cart%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279783472949311458" style="WIDTH: 43px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGFwfN-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/UPx3vWbUvvY/s200/cart%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OS CARTÕES&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de tanto escrever cartas desejando feliz natal o inglês Henry Coli teve a ideia de fazê-los numa gráfica com a mensagem de Feliz Natal já estampada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGE3P7_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/QjU1TuhYkrQ/s1600-h/grinalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279783472709234674" style="WIDTH: 53px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGE3P7_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/QjU1TuhYkrQ/s200/grinalda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GRINALDA&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de saúde à todos os membros da família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGWJLIWI/AAAAAAAAAac/NWMeiS7Ovf4/s1600-h/pinheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279783477347819874" style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGWJLIWI/AAAAAAAAAac/NWMeiS7Ovf4/s200/pinheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A ÁRVORE DE NATAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;É um pinheirinho que simboliza luz e vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGeE1B2I/AAAAAAAAAak/sCtbaJ7nAaE/s1600-h/velas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279783479477077858" style="WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWPGeE1B2I/AAAAAAAAAak/sCtbaJ7nAaE/s200/velas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AS VELAS&lt;br /&gt;Simbolizam a luz das estrelas que guiaram os reis magos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-6184662573992573105?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6184662573992573105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=6184662573992573105' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6184662573992573105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/6184662573992573105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-simbolos-de-natal.html' title='Os simbolos de natal'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWNzs9IkMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-iIg62g9t_M/s72-c/renas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5123648837750271735</id><published>2008-12-14T19:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:48:49.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Lenda do Bolo - Rei</title><content type='html'>S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;egundo uma lenda muito antiga, quando os Reis Magos se preparavam para ir visitar o Menino Jesus, começaram a discutir qual seria o primeiro a dar o presente que cada um levava para lhe oferecer:&lt;br /&gt;- Eu devo ser o primeiro, porque sou o mais velho!&lt;br /&gt;- Eu é que devo! Eu é que devo!&lt;br /&gt;- Nada disso! Nenhum de vocês deve ser o primeiro, mas sim eu ,que levo o presente mais valioso!&lt;br /&gt;Foi um artífice que acabou por resolver a questão:&lt;br /&gt;- Esperem! Calma! Calma! Eu vou fazer um bolo e ponho lá dentro uma fava.&lt;br /&gt;Depois divido o bolo em três partes e dou uma parte a cada um de vós. Então, aquele a quem calhar a fava, será o primeiro a dar a prenda.&lt;br /&gt;Assim se fez. E os Reis Magos lá ficaram a saber qual seria o primeiro a dar o presente ao Menino Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse dia, os cozinheiros costumam pôr sempre uma fava no bolo–rei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUVfjfOj6PI/AAAAAAAAAZk/m6zbGCfvpyY/s1600-h/bolo_rei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279731201444407538" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUVfjfOj6PI/AAAAAAAAAZk/m6zbGCfvpyY/s200/bolo_rei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Querem receitas de Natal? Clica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://natalnatal.no.sapo.pt/receitas.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5123648837750271735?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5123648837750271735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5123648837750271735' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5123648837750271735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5123648837750271735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/lenda-do-bolo-rei.html' title='Lenda do Bolo - Rei'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUVfjfOj6PI/AAAAAAAAAZk/m6zbGCfvpyY/s72-c/bolo_rei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2070075755429408531</id><published>2008-12-09T18:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:06:28.882Z</updated><title type='text'>Para mim o Natal é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWRW-NO6rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PRAgoYYodXE/s1600-h/pai+natal.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279785962003425970" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWRW-NO6rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PRAgoYYodXE/s200/pai+natal.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dia que estamos com a família. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O nascimento de Jesus. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afonso Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A felicidade de Jesus e das pessoas. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ana Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dia feliz e é quando Jesus nasceu. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cláudia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade de estar com a minha família. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mariana Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especial. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Matilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alegria. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diogo Luís&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Uma luz da estrela que à noite brilha no céu. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inês Neves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Amizade e amor porque o Menino Jesus nasceu. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ana Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito especial porque recebemos presentes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Uma coisa maravilhosa porque estamos com a família toda reunida. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mariana Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar com a família e receber presentes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Afonso Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar com a família e estar feliz. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luís Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Muito bonito porque é o nascimento de Jesus. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mariana Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O nascimento de Jesus. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eugénia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma época feliz. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;João&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O nascimento do Menino Jesus e ninguém pode discutir. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com toda a família. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Francisco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar reunida toda a família e rir a contar anedotas. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beatriz Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma época de família. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beatriz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite onde a família está reunida. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inês Marinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom porque recebo roupa e presentes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Uma época de partilhar e também de amizade. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guilherme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Uma noite de muita alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexandre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-2070075755429408531?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2070075755429408531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2070075755429408531' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2070075755429408531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2070075755429408531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-mim-o-natal.html' title='Para mim o Natal é...'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SUWRW-NO6rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PRAgoYYodXE/s72-c/pai+natal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7681157990004369905</id><published>2008-12-06T21:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:54:41.419Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://download.postais.de/images/postais/m_z41r0tarvore.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://download.postais.de/images/postais/m_z41r0tarvore.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A todos que nos espreitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com brilhantes prendinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E para os pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma prenda cheia de amor e beijinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Os alunos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7681157990004369905?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7681157990004369905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7681157990004369905' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7681157990004369905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7681157990004369905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7936268453233915437</id><published>2008-11-30T16:58:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:55:51.202Z</updated><title type='text'>Os nossos trabalhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STrzUUNRyxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1TokZqAiZXI/s1600-h/centenas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276797443765291794" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STrzUUNRyxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1TokZqAiZXI/s200/centenas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STrzU6KmQwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Q39WvYfwxI0/s1600-h/DSC02539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276797453954597634" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STrzU6KmQwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Q39WvYfwxI0/s200/DSC02539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STrzTzgOfeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BxQWtnBlsyo/s1600-h/centena+direita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276797434986397154" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STrzTzgOfeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BxQWtnBlsyo/s200/centena+direita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLHgQkqNWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JXG_chS0Yto/s1600-h/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274497470622741858" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7936268453233915437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7936268453233915437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/centena.html' title='Os nossos trabalhos'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STrzUUNRyxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1TokZqAiZXI/s72-c/centenas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8959334047104244077</id><published>2008-11-30T16:14:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:58:10.611Z</updated><title type='text'>Os nossos poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com as palavras ÁRVORE; VENTO; COR; MELANCOLIA; TRISTEZA; GUARDA-CHUVA; TRISTEZA; CAIR; fizemos estas poesias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando a chuva tarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sente-se o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acariciando as folhas de várias cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que se soltam numa dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inundando as ruas que ficam tricolores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As árvores na sua melancolia ficam nuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto as folhas dançam nas ruas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eugénia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É vento que sopra sem se ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É chuva que cai sem se sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É uma tristeza no céu a surgir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É uma folha da árvore que está a cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ana Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje chove torrencialmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é um dia perfeito para estrear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o meu novo guarda chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de cor amarelada e pintas douradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas de repente a chuva pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e o vento começa a soprar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e é de tal maneira forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que as folhas vão pelo ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cláudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Outono caem as folhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que lindo é de ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as árvores ficam nuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que frio devem ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O vento sopra forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a chuva também cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por vezes dá-me tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pois o Outono já lá vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-8959334047104244077?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8959334047104244077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8959334047104244077' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8959334047104244077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8959334047104244077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/os-nossos-poemas.html' title='Os nossos poemas'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7339668139665242394</id><published>2008-11-23T21:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:17:51.607Z</updated><title type='text'>O diálogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                  A fada e a formiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez uma fada e uma formiga. Então a formiga disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Bom dia fada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Bom dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Fada, posso fazer-te uma pergunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Claro formiga, pergunta o que tu quiseres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Como te chamas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Eu chamo-me fada dos dentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mas que nome bonito! Adeus, vemo-nos mais tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Também tenho que ir embora porque tenho de entregar mais chocolates e moedas aos meninos que lhes caíram os dentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Adeus, sê generosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Afonso Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7339668139665242394?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7339668139665242394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7339668139665242394' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7339668139665242394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7339668139665242394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-dilogo.html' title='O diálogo'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-1048809218832285606</id><published>2008-11-17T18:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:27:47.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Como é fácil!</title><content type='html'>Com as letras da palavra "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;castanheiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" vejam as novas que consegui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;castanha, casa, casta, tasca, caseiro, caro, cera, roca, seita, tara, rota, eira, ceia, cota, rota, rato, taco, tosca, asa, caso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diogo Luís&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-1048809218832285606?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1048809218832285606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=1048809218832285606' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1048809218832285606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1048809218832285606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-fcil.html' title='Como é fácil!'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2005809766420859687</id><published>2008-11-16T21:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:15:55.172Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita do Lupinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SSCM_0jTMII/AAAAAAAAAXs/VR5i-9YroSE/s1600-h/08-11-12_11-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269366592089829506" style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SSCM_0jTMII/AAAAAAAAAXs/VR5i-9YroSE/s200/08-11-12_11-25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SSCNMYKy1dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1FPQLPu0HXw/s1600-h/08-11-12_11-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269366807809152466" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SSCNMYKy1dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1FPQLPu0HXw/s200/08-11-12_11-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós somos os ajudantes do Lupinhas na investigação que ele faz sobre o  comportamento e atitudes dos meninos. Por isso, ele veio visitar-nos para saber como nos termos portado.&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/5985220503595832583-2005809766420859687?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2005809766420859687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2005809766420859687' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2005809766420859687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2005809766420859687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/visita-do-lupinhas.html' title='Visita do Lupinhas'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SSCM_0jTMII/AAAAAAAAAXs/VR5i-9YroSE/s72-c/08-11-12_11-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-1695998889677620305</id><published>2008-11-16T20:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:57:50.905Z</updated><title type='text'>As regras para uma vida saudável</title><content type='html'>.Tomar banho todos os dias;&lt;br /&gt;.Fazer exercício físico;&lt;br /&gt;.Lavar as mãos antes das refeições;&lt;br /&gt;.Lavar a cara de manhã;&lt;br /&gt;.Lavar os dentes no fim das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refeições&lt;/span&gt; e antes de deitar;&lt;br /&gt;.Pentear o cabelo e trazer as unhas cortadas;&lt;br /&gt;.Ter as vacinas em dia;&lt;br /&gt;.Fazer uma alimentação saudável;&lt;br /&gt;.Ser cuidadoso com a roupa e com a casa;&lt;br /&gt;.Deitar cedo;&lt;br /&gt;.Brincar ao ar livre;&lt;br /&gt;.Não ver televisão muito perto nem ouvir música muito alto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-1695998889677620305?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1695998889677620305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=1695998889677620305' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1695998889677620305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1695998889677620305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-regras-para-uma-vida-saudvel.html' title='As regras para uma vida saudável'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3704342999745432197</id><published>2008-11-16T19:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:58:17.583Z</updated><title type='text'>O nosso magusto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLC_DyRpvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qQpqTaDQFhE/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274492502207997682" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLC_DyRpvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qQpqTaDQFhE/s200/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLEl2Z0EDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/prH6ObXzDY0/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274494268142260274" style="WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLEl2Z0EDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/prH6ObXzDY0/s200/DSC02527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLFVGybSYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/T3Vpo-tLqJg/s1600-h/DSC02529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274495079994313090" style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLFVGybSYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/T3Vpo-tLqJg/s200/DSC02529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que saborosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As nossas actividades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recolha de provérbios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No dia de S. Martinho vai à adega e prova o teu vinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais vale um castanheiro que um saco cheio de dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo S. Martinho todo o mosto é bom vinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No dia de S. Martinho todo o vinho é velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eugénia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa canção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picam, picam ouriços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nas nossas mãos pequeninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E dentro deles estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gostosas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;castanhinhas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;São &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;castanhinhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;castanhinhas&lt;/span&gt; são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;São &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;castanhinhas&lt;/span&gt; na palma da mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3704342999745432197?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3704342999745432197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3704342999745432197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3704342999745432197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3704342999745432197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-nosso-magusto.html' title='O nosso magusto'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/STLC_DyRpvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qQpqTaDQFhE/s72-c/DSC02525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-437425764253306837</id><published>2008-11-09T17:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:07:43.537Z</updated><title type='text'>As nossas histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tarde de chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SRcj59L9cnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/omb4wqiaeSw/s1600-h/rato+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266717767817327218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SRcj59L9cnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/omb4wqiaeSw/s320/rato+blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era uma vez um rato que se chamava André. Ele levava o seu guarda-chuva debaixo do braço porque o céu estava cinzento. De repente começou a chover e ele abriu o seu guarda-chuva. Passados alguns minutos começou a aparecer o Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Viva, viva. Já apareceu o Sol! E foi brincar com os seus amigos João e Alex, todo contente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SRcj59L9cnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/omb4wqiaeSw/s1600-h/rato+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-437425764253306837?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/437425764253306837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=437425764253306837' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/437425764253306837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/437425764253306837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-nossas-histrias.html' title='As nossas histórias'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SRcj59L9cnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/omb4wqiaeSw/s72-c/rato+blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2576409245568635843</id><published>2008-10-26T21:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:35:21.129Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu animal fantástico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQTiU5_vc8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/2UthmCBmyG4/s1600-h/desenho+eugénia+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261579113469014978" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQTiU5_vc8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/2UthmCBmyG4/s200/desenho+eugénia+blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de muitos recortes consegui este animal fantástico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eugénia&lt;/em&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/5985220503595832583-2576409245568635843?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2576409245568635843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2576409245568635843' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2576409245568635843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2576409245568635843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-meu-animal-fantstico.html' title='O meu animal fantástico'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQTiU5_vc8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/2UthmCBmyG4/s72-c/desenho+eugénia+blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3658636064126352560</id><published>2008-10-26T18:00:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:41:59.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQS0T8Sdb4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7v5-_WyXr0Y/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs+Marinho+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261528519369650050" style="WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQS0T8Sdb4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7v5-_WyXr0Y/s200/In%C3%AAs+Marinho+blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQS0UCiFlJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vXrTwy_w_OM/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261528521045808274" style="WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQS0UCiFlJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vXrTwy_w_OM/s200/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inês Marinho / Ana Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tivemos a visita do professor Ivo Machado. Ele contou-nos que começou a cantar para o seu filho quando era pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;Cantou-nos algumas das suas canções e leu-nos poemas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vergílio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alberto Vieira&lt;/span&gt; e de Leonardo da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;Nós gostamos muito da sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQS1vxYfGeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3hRJNwzIAIY/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261530096990099938" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQS1vxYfGeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3hRJNwzIAIY/s200/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um dos poemas lidos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;-de-contas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O maroto do João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um, dois, três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só quer ao Queima jogar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quatro, cinco, seis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ai que grande &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sete, oito, nove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai nas contas de somar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cabeça&lt;/span&gt; não pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o João não acertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem de &lt;em&gt;cem&lt;/em&gt; tira &lt;em&gt;noventa&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pelo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;número&lt;/span&gt; que lhe resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vão as orelhas crescer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai ser o bombo da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;festa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vergílio&lt;/span&gt; Alberto Vieira&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3658636064126352560?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3658636064126352560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3658636064126352560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3658636064126352560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3658636064126352560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/visita-especial.html' title='Visita especial'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SQS0T8Sdb4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7v5-_WyXr0Y/s72-c/In%C3%AAs+Marinho+blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4974081891742423672</id><published>2008-10-21T18:02:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:38:13.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As nossas histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu vejo na árvore um ninho com passarinhos. Eles estão num ninho em cima de um ramo. Estão a piar, com fome, e a sua mãe leva-lhes comida. Ficaram todos muito contentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diogo Azevedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SP4MgKZq7wI/AAAAAAAAARA/JsByFRGHFJ4/s1600-h/passaro+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259655161502691074" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SP4MgKZq7wI/AAAAAAAAARA/JsByFRGHFJ4/s200/passaro+blog+001.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez uma pomba branca que vivia numa floresta cheia de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;árvores&lt;/span&gt;. Numa dessas árvores estava o seu ninho cheio de passarinhos. Todos os dias, a mãe saía para ir buscar comida para os seus filhotes e eles ficavam felizes quando a mãe chegava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatriz Pereira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SP4MgKZq7wI/AAAAAAAAARA/JsByFRGHFJ4/s1600-h/passaro+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4974081891742423672?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4974081891742423672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4974081891742423672' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4974081891742423672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4974081891742423672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-nossas-histrias_21.html' title='As nossas histórias'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SP4MgKZq7wI/AAAAAAAAARA/JsByFRGHFJ4/s72-c/passaro+blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5650598892636223885</id><published>2008-10-16T19:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:29:48.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da alimentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hoje é o dia Mundial da Alimentação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso, cantámos uma canção, lemos a história de António Torrado "A rainha das pêras", pintámos a roda dos alimentos e falámos sobre a alimentação saudável.&lt;/div&gt;                                       &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeGkgZ2YhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WtFC-vMQoT8/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257819051710112274" style="CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeGkgZ2YhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WtFC-vMQoT8/s200/DSC02508.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5650598892636223885?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5650598892636223885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5650598892636223885' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5650598892636223885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5650598892636223885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-mundial-da-alimentao.html' title='Dia Mundial da alimentação'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeGkgZ2YhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WtFC-vMQoT8/s72-c/DSC02508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8451597929388080350</id><published>2008-10-16T19:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:17:17.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os nossos dentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeE3q5VxsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YhA1vlWLCBQ/s1600-h/DSC02514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257817181920806594" style="CURSOR: hand" height="91" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeE3q5VxsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YhA1vlWLCBQ/s200/DSC02514.JPG" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeE36LhS4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BnHv0sYCLCE/s1600-h/DSC02511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257817186023590786" style="CURSOR: hand" height="87" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeE36LhS4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BnHv0sYCLCE/s200/DSC02511.JPG" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje recebemos a visita de duas enfermeiras do Centro de Saúde para nos ajudar a lavar melhor os nossos dentes. Agora é só treinar para termos uma boa dentição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-8451597929388080350?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8451597929388080350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8451597929388080350' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8451597929388080350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8451597929388080350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/os-nossos-dentes.html' title='Os nossos dentes'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPeE3q5VxsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YhA1vlWLCBQ/s72-c/DSC02514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5234252836325315230</id><published>2008-10-14T21:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:48:46.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As nossas histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recontaram:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;os alunos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escreveu:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mariana Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SPUDwSzGU-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lffT1uEMRCY/s1600-h/mariana+blog1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SPUDwSzGU-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lffT1uEMRCY/s320/mariana+blog1+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257112268239688674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5234252836325315230?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5234252836325315230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5234252836325315230' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5234252836325315230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5234252836325315230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-nossas-histrias.html' title='As nossas histórias'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SPUDwSzGU-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lffT1uEMRCY/s72-c/mariana+blog1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4473881039794098776</id><published>2008-10-05T21:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:22:33.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 de Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sabes porque é que neste dia é feriado em Portugal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque se comemora a Implantação da República. Foi em &lt;strong&gt;5 de Outubro de 1910&lt;/strong&gt; que Portugal passou a ter um Presidente da República em vez de um Rei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4473881039794098776?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4473881039794098776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4473881039794098776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4473881039794098776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4473881039794098776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-de-outubro.html' title='5 de Outubro'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7735245152829432578</id><published>2008-10-04T19:44:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:49:43.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial dos Animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPIpca-SxXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/k3Z4DmQnc44/s1600-h/dia+do+animal+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256309283348465010" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="148" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPIpca-SxXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/k3Z4DmQnc44/s200/dia+do+animal+001.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SPInmGunK4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/LY1inGNFLUI/s1600-h/dia+do+animal+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os animais são nossos amigos. Devemos dar-lhes de comer e água fresquinha e, sempre que possível, levá-los a passear.Eles precisam de tomar banho e não nos podemos esquecer de os levar ao veterinário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SOe94PuAg6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/df1NWM5eAP8/s1600-h/DOG6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253376264340800418" style="WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SOe94PuAg6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/df1NWM5eAP8/s200/DOG6.JPG" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SOe94LS8cFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_EtcP6N38A0/s1600-h/CAT13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253376263153545298" style="WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="139" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SOe94LS8cFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_EtcP6N38A0/s200/CAT13.JPG" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os alunos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7735245152829432578?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7735245152829432578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7735245152829432578' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7735245152829432578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7735245152829432578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-mundial-do-animal.html' title='Dia Mundial dos Animais'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SPIpca-SxXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/k3Z4DmQnc44/s72-c/dia+do+animal+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3949472460114223041</id><published>2008-10-01T21:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:50:42.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As nossas histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SOPlS1J1xcI/AAAAAAAAADw/_rdtSu7PPm4/s1600-h/Desenho+Mariana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252293702112888258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SOPlS1J1xcI/AAAAAAAAADw/_rdtSu7PPm4/s320/Desenho+Mariana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUTORES: &lt;em&gt;Alunos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ILUSTRADORA: &lt;em&gt;Mariana Ferreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TÍTULO: &lt;em&gt;A Joana e o gatinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Certo dia, a Joana foi passear no seu jardim e encontrou um gatinho branquinho e fofinho ao lado de uma árvore. Estava assustado!A Joana ficou espantada e resolveu levá-lo para casa. Quando chegou a casa pediu à sua mamã se podia ficar com ele. A mãe aceitou e a Joana ficou muito feliz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3949472460114223041?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3949472460114223041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3949472460114223041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3949472460114223041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3949472460114223041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/nossa-histria.html' title='As nossas histórias'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SOPlS1J1xcI/AAAAAAAAADw/_rdtSu7PPm4/s72-c/Desenho+Mariana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-1807640777396697356</id><published>2008-10-01T17:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:32:26.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SOOtamz6eDI/AAAAAAAAADo/Qxcf9M6KW0o/s1600-h/GUITBACK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SOOtamz6eDI/AAAAAAAAADo/Qxcf9M6KW0o/s320/GUITBACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252232263050623026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje é o Dia Mundial da Música, e para não passar despercebido, vamos aceitar a proposta da mãe do Luís Miguel para tentar trazer à nossa sala o professor Ivo Machado para nos cantar a sua linda música "A cor das vogais". Será que podemos contar com ele, Isabel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estamos todos ansiosos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdYL62j2l60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdYL62j2l60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-1807640777396697356?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1807640777396697356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=1807640777396697356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1807640777396697356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1807640777396697356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-o-dia-mundial-da-msica-e-para-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SOOtamz6eDI/AAAAAAAAADo/Qxcf9M6KW0o/s72-c/GUITBACK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-7921316941343948050</id><published>2008-09-29T17:57:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:18:25.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SOEOXgNGtGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s7-NjZogRpE/s1600-h/FOREST12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SOEOXgNGtGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s7-NjZogRpE/s200/FOREST12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494437435389026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos melhorar as frases:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pastor vive na serra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;velho&lt;/strong&gt; pastor vive &lt;strong&gt;sozinho e triste&lt;/strong&gt; na  serra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele vai buscar uma ovelha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ele vai &lt;strong&gt;muito triste&lt;/strong&gt; buscar uma ovelha &lt;strong&gt;branca&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pastor não tem amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;velho &lt;/strong&gt;pastor não tem amigos, &lt;strong&gt;na aldeia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-7921316941343948050?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7921316941343948050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=7921316941343948050' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7921316941343948050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/7921316941343948050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/ns-hoje-transformamos-frases-o-pastor.html' title=''/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SOEOXgNGtGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s7-NjZogRpE/s72-c/FOREST12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2146293448699382506</id><published>2008-09-28T18:14:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:22:57.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SN_I9WCSdII/AAAAAAAAADg/CSVrN_njl8A/s1600-h/DSC02384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251136646750041218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SN_I9WCSdII/AAAAAAAAADg/CSVrN_njl8A/s320/DSC02384.JPG" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já estamos no 2º ano. A professora é a mesma mas temos uma colega nova, a Mariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-2146293448699382506?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2146293448699382506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2146293448699382506' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2146293448699382506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2146293448699382506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/j-estamos-no-2-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SN_I9WCSdII/AAAAAAAAADg/CSVrN_njl8A/s72-c/DSC02384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5149561781178669380</id><published>2008-06-12T12:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:10:43.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De Fio a Pavio</title><content type='html'>No dia 3 de Junho, fomos à casa das Artes, ver o teatro "De fio a pavio".&lt;br /&gt;A história falava de um fio que não sabia da outra ponta.&lt;br /&gt;O fio deu a volta ao mundo, pediu ajuda às estrelas e ao vento e, finalmente, encontrou a outra ponta dentro do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Nós gostámos muito desta peça de teatro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5149561781178669380?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5149561781178669380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5149561781178669380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5149561781178669380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5149561781178669380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-fio-pavio.html' title='De Fio a Pavio'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8924380504002267373</id><published>2008-06-12T11:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:03:55.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu espantalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Um &lt;/strong&gt;dia, acordei e fui à janela ver a minha quinta. Lá vi um passarinho a comer as sementes.&lt;br /&gt;Fui a correr, a dizer à minha mãe o que se passou.&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos um espantalho com roupas velhas e colocámos na terra. Depois, os pássaros assustaram-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inês Vicente, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-8924380504002267373?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8924380504002267373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8924380504002267373' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8924380504002267373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8924380504002267373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-meu-espantalho.html' title='O meu espantalho'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2052244287739809817</id><published>2008-06-10T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:56:19.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdes são os campos</title><content type='html'>Verdes são os campos,&lt;br /&gt;De cor de limão:&lt;br /&gt;Assim são os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-2052244287739809817?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2052244287739809817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2052244287739809817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2052244287739809817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2052244287739809817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/06/verdes-so-os-campos.html' title='Verdes são os campos'/><author><name>Jorge Pimentel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eCxdC4jwM2M/SZYXDXLR_0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GMBjzMNPMUg/S220/RED+BULL+AIR+RACE+2008+ARTENOCAIS+(30).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-569466823812531419</id><published>2008-05-18T18:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:22:26.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcha pela saúde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SDBsr2WduII/AAAAAAAAAAo/koC9Qafamf0/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SDBsr2WduII/AAAAAAAAAAo/koC9Qafamf0/s320/DSC02221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201777070192834690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 8 de Maio, o nosso agrupamento realizou a Marcha pela Saúde pelas ruas da cidade e nós também participamos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SDBsr2WduII/AAAAAAAAAAo/koC9Qafamf0/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SDBsamWduHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/00mPMuEiqDE/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SDBsamWduHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/00mPMuEiqDE/s320/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201776773840091250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-569466823812531419?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/569466823812531419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=569466823812531419' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/569466823812531419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/569466823812531419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/05/marcha-pela-sade.html' title='Marcha pela saúde'/><author><name>Professora Isilda Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15945746597866118352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TvHYa-cqrn4/SDBsr2WduII/AAAAAAAAAAo/koC9Qafamf0/s72-c/DSC02221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4881813368525049789</id><published>2008-05-11T15:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:47:21.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Primavera</title><content type='html'>A Primavera é uma estação do ano muito bonita e alegre porque há borboletas coloridas,  flores&lt;br /&gt;variadas e os pássaros a fazer os ninhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diogo Alves Azevedo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4881813368525049789?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4881813368525049789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4881813368525049789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4881813368525049789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4881813368525049789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/05/primavera.html' title='A Primavera'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3135594080696265102</id><published>2008-05-06T09:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:23:40.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As nossas histórias</title><content type='html'>As duas amigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A Xana foi ao charco e viu a chinchila e a rã. A rã coaxava muito.&lt;br /&gt;  A Xana foi ao café e viu a sua amiga Marta. Ela bebia o chá doce pela chávena.&lt;br /&gt;  A Marta assustou-se, a chávena caiu e partiu e a Xana ficou a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;  A dona do café ficou chateada e deitou a chávena ao lixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autores&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escreveu&lt;br /&gt;Ana Sofia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3135594080696265102?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3135594080696265102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3135594080696265102' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3135594080696265102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3135594080696265102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-nossas-histrias.html' title='As nossas histórias'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-1133396120252451615</id><published>2008-05-01T18:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:07:11.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia MÃE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iolito.iol.pt/postais/imagem/postal50.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iolito.iol.pt/postais/imagem/postal50.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos FILHOS para as MÃES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;MÃE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três letras que já aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevem o teu pequeno nome&lt;br /&gt;Mas juntas dão a palavra&lt;br /&gt;Maior e mais bonita do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MÃE, gosto muito de ti...&lt;br /&gt;MÃE, és muito especial...&lt;br /&gt;MÃE, recebe mil beijinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Os alunos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SBn_dp3CBPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bjCpOYinTSM/s200/postal2417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195464530066539762" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-1133396120252451615?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1133396120252451615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=1133396120252451615' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1133396120252451615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1133396120252451615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/05/feliz-dia-me.html' title='Feliz dia MÃE!'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SBn_dp3CBPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bjCpOYinTSM/s72-c/postal2417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3049788726069049599</id><published>2008-04-29T12:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:34:33.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu pessegueiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ao quintal e vi que o meu pessegueiro tinha uma doença nas suas folhas, a lepra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SBeEip3CBMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4UhsyGlGev0/s1600-h/leafcurl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194766426082247874" style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 115px" height="72" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SBeEip3CBMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4UhsyGlGev0/s200/leafcurl.jpg" width="64" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SBeEi53CBNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FAJ2DpjeW40/s1600-h/F502501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194766430377215186" style="WIDTH: 104px; HEIGHT: 116px" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SBeEi53CBNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FAJ2DpjeW40/s200/F502501.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afonso Cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3049788726069049599?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3049788726069049599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3049788726069049599' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3049788726069049599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3049788726069049599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-meu-pessegueiro.html' title='O meu pessegueiro'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SBeEip3CBMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4UhsyGlGev0/s72-c/leafcurl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-4557578157067580722</id><published>2008-04-29T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:28:49.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora estamos a aprender algumas regras....</title><content type='html'>O caracol comeu a sua saborosa alface.&lt;br /&gt;Ele foi para o Sol e ficou calmo.&lt;br /&gt;O caracol viu o Raul, a Olga e o Manuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João António&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-4557578157067580722?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4557578157067580722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=4557578157067580722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4557578157067580722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/4557578157067580722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/agora-estamos-aprender-algumas-regras.html' title='Agora estamos a aprender algumas regras....'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5695816873999311307</id><published>2008-04-15T09:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:38:15.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A dezena e a dúzia</title><content type='html'>Uma dezena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SAu0lN_M7AI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JPyDT7FEfSQ/s200/cerejas+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191441546977537026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meia dezena&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SAu0uN_M7BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QFgyXDEzcBI/s200/cereja+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191441701596359698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dúzia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SAu1q9_M7CI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iYgtzxuu1LM/s200/tomate+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191442745273412642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meia dúzia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SAu11t_M7DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iVkjHVVePYE/s200/tomate+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191442929957006386" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guilherme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SAu0uN_M7BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QFgyXDEzcBI/s1600-h/cereja+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5695816873999311307?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5695816873999311307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5695816873999311307' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5695816873999311307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5695816873999311307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/dezena-e-dzia.html' title='A dezena e a dúzia'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/SAu0lN_M7AI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JPyDT7FEfSQ/s72-c/cerejas+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-3468904478199402041</id><published>2008-04-10T12:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:51:51.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara e barata</title><content type='html'>Sabemos usar "&lt;strong&gt;rr&lt;/strong&gt;" e "&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;" e sabemos distinguir palavras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;cara&lt;/strong&gt; da mãe é fofa.&lt;br /&gt;A Sara foi à loja e viu uma roupa muito &lt;strong&gt;cara&lt;/strong&gt;. Não a comprou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe foi à loja e viu roupa muito &lt;strong&gt;barata&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;barata&lt;/strong&gt; vai casar com o João Ratão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-3468904478199402041?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3468904478199402041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=3468904478199402041' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3468904478199402041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/3468904478199402041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/cara-e-barata.html' title='Cara e barata'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8263089334771113756</id><published>2008-04-07T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:02:05.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que letras esquisitas...</title><content type='html'>Nós hoje aprendemos letras novas: y, w, k.&lt;br /&gt;Estas letras são muito bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-8263089334771113756?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8263089334771113756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8263089334771113756' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8263089334771113756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8263089334771113756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-letras-esquisitas.html' title='Que letras esquisitas...'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8030329972720324765</id><published>2008-04-04T10:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:42:44.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já descobrimos!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje estivemos a observar o resultado da nossa experiência.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal as plantas precisam de sol, água e ar!&lt;br /&gt;Querem ver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jrlFvhdhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ilmynMu-TXM/s1600-h/DSC02211.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186153993346315794" style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jrlFvhdhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ilmynMu-TXM/s200/DSC02211.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jqXFvhddI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fXIqCc_uAr8/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186152653316519378" style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="117" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jqXFvhddI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fXIqCc_uAr8/s200/DSC02210.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-8030329972720324765?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8030329972720324765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8030329972720324765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8030329972720324765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8030329972720324765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/j-descobrimos.html' title='Já descobrimos!!!'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jrlFvhdhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ilmynMu-TXM/s72-c/DSC02211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5783360716071840362</id><published>2008-04-04T09:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:19:43.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A nossa sementeira III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jqAFvhdcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qVZJ05VPRD4/s1600-h/DSC02206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jqAFvhdcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qVZJ05VPRD4/s200/DSC02206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186152258179528130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam como estão as nossas plantinhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5783360716071840362?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5783360716071840362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5783360716071840362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5783360716071840362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5783360716071840362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/nossa-sementeira-iii.html' title='A nossa sementeira III'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_jqAFvhdcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qVZJ05VPRD4/s72-c/DSC02206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-2737924612878828369</id><published>2008-04-03T09:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:46:33.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A natureza</title><content type='html'>Nós hoje fomos observar a natureza, ao parque.&lt;br /&gt;Vimos várias cores, ouvimos muitos sons e sentimos variados cheiros. Uns cheiros eram agradáveis mas outros eram desagradáveis!&lt;br /&gt;Estava um lindo dia de Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Gostámos muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Os alunos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-2737924612878828369?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2737924612878828369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=2737924612878828369' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2737924612878828369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/2737924612878828369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/natureza.html' title='A natureza'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-643988196553444575</id><published>2008-04-01T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:32:08.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O x...</title><content type='html'>O texugo roeu o xaile da Ana.&lt;br /&gt;A Ana viu o texugo e riu muito.&lt;br /&gt;O texugo é bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Rita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-643988196553444575?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/643988196553444575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=643988196553444575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/643988196553444575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/643988196553444575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-x.html' title='O x...'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5827175806187257227</id><published>2008-03-18T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:23:10.352Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;otos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;de Santa Páscoa&lt;/strong&gt; a todos os que visitam este blogue.&lt;br /&gt;Mas também, e muito especialmente, aos alunos que nele participam e à professora Isilda.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns por terdes acolhido tão gentilmente a ideia que vos propus e pela forma tão interessante e criativa como estais a dar-lhe corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Sois &lt;strong&gt;alunos pequenos&lt;/strong&gt; e quase todas estas palavras serão, por vós, impossíveis de ler.&lt;br /&gt;E as frases, de entender!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, neste momento, é que estais a criar as raízes da leitura e as competências de escrita que um dia vos farão brilhar o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Acontecerá quando reconhecerdes, de primeira, palavras como estas e das vossas mãos, e das vossas mentes, saírem &lt;strong&gt;textos brilhantes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5827175806187257227?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5827175806187257227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5827175806187257227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5827175806187257227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5827175806187257227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/03/v-otos-de-santa-pscoa-todos-os-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge Pimentel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eCxdC4jwM2M/SZYXDXLR_0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GMBjzMNPMUg/S220/RED+BULL+AIR+RACE+2008+ARTENOCAIS+(30).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-8073339489979630237</id><published>2008-03-14T09:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:22:11.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Páscoa</title><content type='html'>Os "pequenos alunos" desejam, a todos que nos visitam,&lt;br /&gt;uma boa Páscoa e  mandam um especial beijo para os pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora agradece a todos os pais a dedicação e empenho&lt;br /&gt;que têm demonstrado na elaboração deste blog, pois o vosso interesse por estas actividades provam o quanto estão atentos aos vossos pequeninos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço da Professora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-8073339489979630237?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8073339489979630237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=8073339489979630237' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8073339489979630237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/8073339489979630237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/03/boa-pscoa.html' title='Boa Páscoa'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-1751295637529837095</id><published>2008-03-12T09:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:47:10.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma letra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uá, &lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;uá,&lt;strong&gt; q&lt;/strong&gt;uá, diz o pato&lt;br /&gt;vou para o banho no regato&lt;br /&gt;pata choca vai atrás&lt;br /&gt;com mais calma no que faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pedro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-1751295637529837095?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1751295637529837095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=1751295637529837095' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1751295637529837095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/1751295637529837095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-uma-letra_12.html' title='Mais uma letra...'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985220503595832583.post-5112132939398254757</id><published>2008-03-10T12:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:42:39.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Estações do Ano</title><content type='html'>As estações do ano são:&lt;br /&gt;Primavera, Verão, Outono e Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito do Verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Matilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_ju3VvhdkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7A_G2ALqWSw/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_ju3VvhdkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7A_G2ALqWSw/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_ju3VvhdkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7A_G2ALqWSw/s200/Digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186157605413811778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Marina Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_ju3lvhdlI/AAAAAAAAANY/6P9dtGHeFxc/s1600-h/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_ju3lvhdlI/AAAAAAAAANY/6P9dtGHeFxc/s200/Digitalizar0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186157609708779090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Inês Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985220503595832583-5112132939398254757?l=textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5112132939398254757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985220503595832583&amp;postID=5112132939398254757' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5112132939398254757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985220503595832583/posts/default/5112132939398254757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosbrilhantes.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-estaes-do-ano.html' title='As Estações do Ano'/><author><name>pequenos alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02343962110325840966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/StzKUuH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAns/QlDhXDIOP4s/S220/CP-CID1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nutq6yDVQJI/R_ju3VvhdkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7A_G2ALqWSw/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
