<?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-4362717886727987083</id><updated>2011-10-10T22:04:06.865+01:00</updated><category term='DIREITO'/><category term='LEITOR'/><category term='profs'/><category term='leituras'/><category term='infancia'/><category term='LER'/><title type='text'>(En)cantos  da leitura</title><subtitle type='html'>Este espaço pretende  ser o cantinho de partilha dos alunos do 10º ano,  da turma A. Aqui,  contamos divulgar todas as nossas impressões das leituras que fazemos: revistas, livros, jornais,etc</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-6196234576209556941</id><published>2011-01-27T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:43:45.562Z</updated><title type='text'>Ida ao Teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TUHmtSV-zlI/AAAAAAAAANo/jzHSRPqx90A/s1600/PA230045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TUHmtSV-zlI/AAAAAAAAANo/jzHSRPqx90A/s320/PA230045.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;No dia 26 de Janeiro, a nossa turma, juntamente com outra do 11º ano, deslocou-se ao Auditório Municipal Carlos&amp;nbsp;Paredes,&amp;nbsp;de Vila Nova de Paiva, para aí assistir à representação da&amp;nbsp; obra dramática &lt;em&gt;Frei&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Luís de Sousa&lt;/em&gt; de Almeida Garrett, que faz&amp;nbsp; parte do programa da disciplina de Português do 11º ano que andamos a estudar neste preciso momento. A representação da peça esteve a cargo da companhia teatral Casa dos Afectos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-6196234576209556941?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/6196234576209556941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=6196234576209556941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6196234576209556941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6196234576209556941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2011/01/ida-ao-teatro.html' title='Ida ao Teatro'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TUHmtSV-zlI/AAAAAAAAANo/jzHSRPqx90A/s72-c/PA230045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-4883985368095612504</id><published>2011-01-27T20:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:03:09.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Trabalhos da disciplina de Inglês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TUHZ4bz0bjI/AAAAAAAAANg/wGRH_9v7WtM/s1600/Franklin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TUHZ4bz0bjI/AAAAAAAAANg/wGRH_9v7WtM/s1600/Franklin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamim Franklin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Benjamin Franklin starts saying that money doesn’t bring happiness. People who have a lot of money can buy a lot of material things but there are some things that they will never buy: emotional things like love, friendship, happiness. Rich people don’t have the same opinion; they say that their money buys health, happiness, friendship and everything else. I don’t agree with them. A person is happy if he/ she has love, even if he/ she doesn’t have money to have the life he/ she wanted to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m not rich and I don’t know the feeling it causes but I agree with the author when he says that, when man has a thing, he wants another, and then other and other. People are never satisfied with material things. This is the consumerism our society is living. Sometimes people care more about superfluous things than about what they feel. It’s because of that that the majority of rich people is selfish and dies alone, with no one to help, to love. During their whole life they didn’t care about the people who loved them. Like Benjamin Franklin said, men’s life becomes a vacuum with no feeling inside their heart, just the necessity to have, to buy, to show wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What I liked most in this quotation was the proverb. The author was, probably, a religious man. I agree with this proverb and I think it shows perfectly that it’s better have nothing and believe in God to give us everything we need in life (health, work, happiness) than have a big treasure, a lot of money and be unhappy and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, our society in becoming more and more consumerist and I think that some values must be remembered to warn people and make them understand that consumerism won’t fill the empty spaces in their lives! -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ana Carolina Pereira,&amp;nbsp;nº 2 - 11º A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Money never made a man happy yet, nor will it. There is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. The more a man has, the more he wants. Instead of its filling a vacuum, it makes one. If it satisfies one want, it doubles and trebles that want another way. That was a true proverb of the wise man, rely upon it; "Better is little with the fear of the Lord, than great treasure, and trouble therewith." - Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;
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- In my opinion the main idea of this particularly quotation is that nowadays people's only concern is money. For people it's never enough, we've all become consumed by consumerism, it affects us in numerous ways, at Christmas time, for example, people have completely forgotten what the Christmas spirit is really about, Christmas nowadays is about the presents you get and how expensive and big they are. Throughout the times people have become more selfish and materialistic, we want everything, we are always looking for something better, we have something good we have to get something better even if we don't need it. I think that society nowadays is so obsessed with money because everyone is trying to reach happiness and most of us think that it can be reached with money, most think they will find it with material things and money. We live in a society where people start competing since an early age, at school for example and we have become competitive, that's fine until certain point but we do it too much and that leads to the fact that we are selfish. These days we are able to find a lot of people willing to do outrageous things for money because we are more materialistic towards things. I think people should have more altruism and not try to find happiness with money, unfortunately this is the way our society is built, the more we have, the more we want!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10º C&amp;nbsp; Maria Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Auditório Municipal Carlos Paredes, em Vila Nova de Paiva, apresenta a peça de teatro “Frei Luís de Sousa”, pela Casa dos Afectos – Associação de Intervenção Cultural, no próximo dia 26 de Janeiro, pelas 14h00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dentro de um espaço cénico nu, os actores tomam a dimensão que realmente lhes pertence, como figuras primordiais de uma arte que lhes deve tudo aquilo que representa. O Frei Luís de Sousa, como texto cimeiro da Literatura Dramática Portuguesa, é, e será sempre, uma peça de referência e aprendizagem para o desenvolvimento íntimo das capacidades artísticas e humanas de qualquer actor. As personagens valem-se a si mesmas, assumindo-se como metáforas sociais e políticas de um Portugal sempre adiado, onde os mitos se substituem à vida, traçando-lhe o rumo. O mundo velho e o mundo novo, o mundo visível e o mundo inteligível: D. João de Portugal e Maria. O povo, coro de todas as tragédias: Telmo. A igreja, símbolo do poder: Frei Jorge. O activista culto e empreendedor sempre derrotado: Manuel de Sousa. E o desejo do novo reprimido pelos velhos valores: Madalena. Este é pois um espectáculo de actores, com a opção estética do preto e branco com algumas roturas de cor a marcar os momentos mais íntimos das personagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Texto principal&lt;/strong&gt; composto pelas falas dos actores que é ouvido pelos espectadores;&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Texto secundário&lt;/strong&gt; (ou didascálias) que se destina ao leitor, ao encenador da peça ou aos actores.&lt;br /&gt;
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o pelas indicações sobre o cenário e guarda roupa das personagens;&lt;br /&gt;
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o pelas indicações sobre a movimentação das personagens em palco, as atitudes que devem tomar, os gestos que devem fazer ou a entoação de voz com que devem proferir as palavras;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Acção&lt;/strong&gt; – é marcada pela actuação das personagens que nos dão conta de acontecimentos vividos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Estrutura externa&lt;/strong&gt; – o teatro tradicional e clássico pressupunha divisões em actos, correspondentes à mutação de cenários, e em cenas e quadros, equivalentes à mudança de personagens em cena. &lt;br /&gt;
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• Exposição – apresentação das personagens e dos antecedentes da acção.&lt;br /&gt;
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• Conflito – conjunto de peripécias que fazem a acção progredir.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;• Planas ou personagens-tipo&lt;/strong&gt; – sem densidade psicológica uma vez que não alteram o seu comportamento ao longo da acção. Representam um grupo social, profissional ou psicológico);&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Modeladas ou Redondas&lt;/strong&gt; – com densidade psicológica, que evoluem ao longo da acção e, por isso mesmo, podem surpreender o espectador pelas suas atitudes.&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Directa&lt;/strong&gt; – a partir dos elementos presentes nas didascálias, da descrição de aspectos físicos e psicológicos, das palavras de outras personagens, das palavras da personagem a propósito de si própria.&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Indirecta&lt;/strong&gt; – a partir dos comportamentos, atitudes e gestos que levam o espectador a tirar as suas próprias conclusões sobre as características das personagens.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Espaço&lt;/strong&gt; – o espaço cénico é caracterizado nas didascálias onde surgem indicações sobre pormenores do cenário, efeitos de luz e som. Coexistem normalmente dois tipos de espaço:&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Espaço representado&lt;/strong&gt; – constituído pelos cenários onde se desenrola a acção e que equivalem ao espaço físico que se pretende recriar em palco.&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Espaço aludido&lt;/strong&gt; – corresponde às referências a outros espaços que não o representado.&lt;br /&gt;
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• &lt;strong&gt;Tempo da representação&lt;/strong&gt; – duração do conflito em palco;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;• Tempo da acção ou da história&lt;/strong&gt; – o(s) ano(s) ou a época em que se desenrola o conflito dramático;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;• Tempo da escrita ou da produção da obra&lt;/strong&gt; – altura em que o autor concebeu a peça.&lt;br /&gt;
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• Monólogo – uma personagem, falando consigo mesma, expõe perante o público os seus pensamentos e/ou sentimentos;&lt;br /&gt;
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• Diálogo – falas entre duas ou mais personagens;&lt;br /&gt;
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• Apartes – comentários de uma personagem que não são ouvidos pelo seu interlocutor.&lt;br /&gt;
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• Didática.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Formas do género dramático:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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• Tragédia&lt;br /&gt;
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• Comédia&lt;br /&gt;
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• Drama&lt;br /&gt;
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• Teatro Épico.&lt;br /&gt;
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• Ausência de narrador.&lt;br /&gt;
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• Predomínio do discurso na segunda pessoa (tu/vós).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-3502122503955569859?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/3502122503955569859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=3502122503955569859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/3502122503955569859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/3502122503955569859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2011/01/caracteristicas-do-texto-dramatico.html' title='Características do Texto Dramático'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-2273232088193200822</id><published>2010-12-28T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:05:30.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Viagens na Minha Terra de aklmeida Garrett, in Grandes Livros, Grandes Obras</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3T_XmB0uuKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3T_XmB0uuKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/4362717886727987083-2273232088193200822?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/2273232088193200822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=2273232088193200822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/2273232088193200822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/2273232088193200822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2010/12/viagens-na-minha-terra-de-aklmeida.html' title='Viagens na Minha Terra de aklmeida Garrett, in Grandes Livros, Grandes Obras'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-5179306455707131802</id><published>2010-12-28T20:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:52:26.154Z</updated><title type='text'>Almeida Garrett</title><content type='html'>João Baptista da Silva Leitão de Almeida Garrett nasceu em &lt;strong&gt;1799&lt;/strong&gt; no Porto e faleceu em Lisboa em &lt;strong&gt;1854&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;
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É provavelmente o escritor português mais completo de todo o século XIX, porquanto nos deixou obras-primas na poesia, no teatro e na prosa, inovando a escrita e a composição em cada um destes géneros literários.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;A vida&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Na infância recebeu uma formação religiosa e clássica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Concluiu o curso de Direito em Coimbra, onde aderiu aos ideais do liberalismo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Em 1823, após a subida ao poder dos absolutistas, é obrigado a exilar-se em Inglaterra onde inicia o estudo do romantismo (inglês), movimento artístico-literário então já dominante na Europa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regressa em 1826 e passa a participar na vida política; mas tem de exilar-se novamente em Inglaterra em 1828, depois da contra-revolução de D. Miguel. Em 1832, na Ilha Terceira, incorpora-se no exército liberal de D. Pedro IV e participa no cerco do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;
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Exerceu funções diplomáticas em Londres, em Paris e em Bruxelas. Após a Revolução de Setembro (1836) foi Inspector Geral dos Teatros e fundou o Conservatório de Arte Dramática e o Teatro Nacional.&lt;br /&gt;
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Com a ditadura cabralista (1842), Garrett é posto à margem da política e inicia o período mais fecundo da sua produção literária. Durante a Regeneração (1851) recebe o título de visconde e é nomeado Ministro dos Negócios Estrangeiros.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;A obra &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tem o grande mérito de ser o introdutor do Romantismo em Portugal ao nível da criação textual - processo que iniciou com os poemas &lt;strong&gt;Camões&lt;/strong&gt; (1825) e&lt;strong&gt; D. Branca&lt;/strong&gt; (1826).&lt;br /&gt;
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Ainda no domínio da poesia são de destacar o &lt;strong&gt;Romanceiro&lt;/strong&gt; (recolha de poesias de tradição popular cujo 1.º volume sai em 1843),&lt;strong&gt; Flores sem Fruto&lt;/strong&gt; (1845) e a obra-prima da poesia romântica portuguesa &lt;strong&gt;Folhas Caídas&lt;/strong&gt; (1853) que nos dá um novo lirismo amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;
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Na prosa, saliente-se &lt;strong&gt;O Arco de Sant'Ana&lt;/strong&gt; (1.º vol. em 1845 e 2.º em 1851), romance histórico, e principalmente as suas célebres &lt;strong&gt;Viagens na Minha Terra&lt;/strong&gt; (1846). Com este livro, a crítica considera iniciada a prosa moderna em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;
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E quanto ao&lt;strong&gt; teatro&lt;/strong&gt;, deve mencionar-se &lt;strong&gt;Um Auto de Gil Vicente&lt;/strong&gt; (1838), &lt;strong&gt;O Alfageme de Santarém&lt;/strong&gt; (1841) e sobretudo o famoso drama &lt;strong&gt;Frei Luís de Sousa&lt;/strong&gt; (1844).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-5179306455707131802?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/5179306455707131802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=5179306455707131802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5179306455707131802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5179306455707131802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2010/12/joao-baptista-da-silva-leitao-de.html' title='Almeida Garrett'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-8643772716904687552</id><published>2010-12-13T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:34:46.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Os fantasmas de Goya  - de Milos Forman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TQaROt-D-hI/AAAAAAAAANA/g4SualtbtF0/s1600/os_fantasmas_de_goya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TQaROt-D-hI/AAAAAAAAANA/g4SualtbtF0/s1600/os_fantasmas_de_goya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Espanha, finais do século XVIII. Francisco Goya é um celebrado pintor, conhecido pela forma surpreendente e realista como retrata a essência de pessoas e situações. A filha de um dos seus abastados amigos, a bela Inês, é a modelo de um espantoso retrato que fascina o Irmão Lorenzo, um padre membro da Inquisição que, obcecado pela jovem, conspira para que ela seja acusada de heresia, presa e lançada nos calabouços da sinistra Inquisição onde então pode sujeitá-la aos seus caprichos. Goya tenta ajudar a jovem mas sem sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;
Entretanto na Europa sopram ventos de mudança trazidos pela revolução francesa que alguns anos mais tarde se fazem sentir em Espanha quando os exércitos de Napoleão conquistam o país. Lorenzo, que tinha fugido ao justo castigo dos seus crimes, regressa agora a Espanha como arauto da revolução e persegue agora aqueles que antes tinha ajudado. Porém, o peso dos crimes de Lorenzo acaba por ter consequências funestas quando a maré vira e as forças revolucionárias batem em retirada. Dirigido pelo veterano Milos Forman, este filme recria numa atmosfera de fresco histórico algumas das mais famosas imagens da pintura de Goya combinando-as numa intriga de grande intensidade e dramatismo onde se denunciam os abusos do poder, sejam eles os da inquisição ou da revolução. Uma produção de grade apuro técnico onde também se destacam as presenças de actores como Stellan Skarsgard, Natalie Portman e Javier Bardem. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALIZADOR&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Milos Forman &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;INTÉRPRETES &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Javier Bardem, Natalie Portman, Stellan Skarsgård, Randy Quaid, Blanca Portillo, Michael Lonsdale, José Luis Gómez, Mabel Rivera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-8643772716904687552?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/8643772716904687552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=8643772716904687552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8643772716904687552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8643772716904687552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2010/12/os-fantasmas-de-goya-de-milos-forman.html' title='Os fantasmas de Goya  - de Milos Forman'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/TQaROt-D-hI/AAAAAAAAANA/g4SualtbtF0/s72-c/os_fantasmas_de_goya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-1317336421068386153</id><published>2010-11-07T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:57:56.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Filme «A Missão» de Rolland Joffé</title><content type='html'>A Missão&lt;br /&gt;
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Actores: Robert De Niro, Jeremy Irons, Ray McAnally, Aidan Quinn, Cherie Lunghi&lt;br /&gt;
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Realizador: Roland Joffé&lt;br /&gt;
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Idade: M/12&lt;br /&gt;
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Duração: 120 minutos&lt;br /&gt;
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América do Sul, século XVIII. Depois da morte de um missionário jesuíta no interior da selva, o Padre Gabriel (Jeremy Irons) tenta entrar em contacto com a tribo responsável.&lt;br /&gt;
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O mercenário traficante de escravos Mendoza (Robert De Niro) também encontrou um filão nesta região inexplorada. Um homem desprovido de compaixão, não hesita em matar o irmão Felipe quando descobre que é para este que vai o amor da jovem Carlota.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gabriel convence-o a procurar refúgio espiritual na missão. Anos mais tarde, um novo tratado é assinado, e um representante da igreja chega para decidir o destino da missão, agora governada por Gabriel e Mendoza. Mas as tropas encarregadas de a destruir já vão a caminho. Mendoza e Gabriel enfrentam um terrível dilema: obedecer à ordem Papal e abandonar a missão, ou ficar e defender os índios. Gabriel opta pela salvação, mas Mendoza luta ferozmente contra os espanhóis, ao lado dos índios que outrora explorara.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tendo como base as fichas de leitura, elaboradas pelos alunos na sala de aula, de acordo com o contrato de leitura formalizado no início do ano, aqui ficam algumas impressões:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Personagem de que mais gostei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;«A personagem que mais me tocou foi Bella, porque , de todas as personagens, é a mais humana.Bella é persistente e esforça-se por ser o mais imperfeita possível. Ela é como se fosse a mãe dos próprios pais, o que chega&amp;nbsp; a ser comovente...» Daniela, &lt;em&gt;Crepúsculo,&lt;/em&gt; de Stephanie Meyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« Sem dúvida Maria Antonieta. Esta biografia de Maria Antonieta revela-nos uma&amp;nbsp; mulher forte, que nunca abdicou dos seus valores, das suas origens e viu sempre algo de positivo em tudo o que lhe acontecia. Fascinou-me a sua coragem ao enfrentar um povo irado, que não gostava dela, tendo sempre posto em primeiro lugar o interesse do reino, os seus filhos»&amp;nbsp; Ana Sofia , &lt;em&gt;Maria Antonieta&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp; de Catalina de Habsburgo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« A personagem que mais me tocou foi Linda Marshall, pois apesar de odiar a sua madrasta, Arlena, não era má. Era apena suma criança ingénua, que após ter lido um livro de bruxaria, pensou em matar&amp;nbsp; a sua madrasta com velas, cera derretida e feitiços... »&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maria, Morte na Praia, de Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« A personagem que mais me tocou foi Mariana, filha de João da Cruz. Ela nunca abandonou Simão. Mesmo sabendo que Simão amava Teresa profundamente e que nunca iria conseguir amá-la, Mariana nunca o deixou sozinho. O amor que Mariana sentia por Simão era incrível: ela dava sem esperar nada em troca. Na noite em que Simão se foi encontrar com Teresa e chegou a casa ferido, foi Mariana que lhe cuidou da ferida.Quando Simão estava sem dinheiro , Mariana deu-lhe&amp;nbsp; o dinheiro que poupara&amp;nbsp; dizendo que D. Rita o mandara dar a seu filho. No momento em &amp;nbsp;que Simão foi preso em Viseu,&amp;nbsp;Mariana limpou e arrumou a sua cela, levou-lhe comida, não o deixando&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;só num único momento. Mudou-se com ele para o Porto e partiu&amp;nbsp; para a Índia quando ele foi para o exílio. A maior prova de amor que Mariana deu a Simão foi&amp;nbsp; ter-se atirado para o mar para o&amp;nbsp;abraçar pela última vez.» &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ana Carolina Pereira, &lt;em&gt;Amor de Perdição&lt;/em&gt;, de Camilo Castelo Branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Passagem mais Interessante.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« E quando à tua frente se abrirem muitas estradas e naõ souberes a que hás-de escolher, não metas por uma ao acaso, senta-te e espera. Respira&amp;nbsp; com a mesma profundidade confiante com que respiraste com que vieste ao mundo, e sem deixares que nada te distraia, espera e volta a esperar. Fica quieta, em Silêncio, e ouve o teu coração. Quando ele te falar, levanta-te e vai para onde ele te levar.» &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ana Carolina Sampaio, &lt;em&gt;Vai aonde te leva ao coração&lt;/em&gt;, de Susana Tammaro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-6729180849820921480?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/6729180849820921480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=6729180849820921480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6729180849820921480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6729180849820921480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-leituras-tendo-como-base-as-fichas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-3846912408000747028</id><published>2010-03-07T16:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:23:14.609Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita ao Museu da Imprensa e Casa da Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visita de Estudo ao Museu da Imprensa e&amp;nbsp; à Casa da Música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A visita ao Museu da Imprensa foi bastante enriquecedora. Uma das exposições , Porto World Festival, tinha como tema Crises, o que nos permitiu observar como o tema da crise é visto e tratado por vários cartonistas do mundo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;
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Noutra parte da visita foi-nos explicada a evolução da imprensa. Aqui foi possível, para mim, adquirir novos conhecimentos e ver a evolução nas máquinas utilizadas para a impressão.&lt;br /&gt;
Na Casa da Música, a visita foi também interessante. Do que eu mais gostei nesta parte da visita foi a visualização de uma arquitectura totalmente diferente da que estamos habituados a ver nas construções, e perceber como tudo foi pensado com os mais pequenos detalhes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ana Manuela 10º A&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/4362717886727987083-3846912408000747028?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/3846912408000747028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=3846912408000747028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/3846912408000747028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/3846912408000747028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2010/03/visita-de-estudo-ao-museu-da-imprensa-e.html' title='Visita ao Museu da Imprensa e Casa da Música'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-9133322113285466321</id><published>2010-03-01T22:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:07:47.150Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esparsa - Desconcerto do Mundo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Os bons vi sempre passar&lt;br /&gt;
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No Mundo graves tormentos&lt;br /&gt;
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E pera mais me espantar,&lt;br /&gt;
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Os maus vi sempre nadar&lt;br /&gt;
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Em mar de contentamentos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cuidando alcançar assim&lt;br /&gt;
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O bem tão mal ordenado,&lt;br /&gt;
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Fui mau, mas fui castigado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Assim que, só pera mim,&lt;br /&gt;
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Anda o Mundo concertado.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-9133322113285466321?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/9133322113285466321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=9133322113285466321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/9133322113285466321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/9133322113285466321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2010/03/desconcerto-do-mundo-os-bons-vi-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-82967220166905038</id><published>2010-02-14T19:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:58:55.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/S3hVd1IP0-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/iHKFwgk8dO0/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/S3hVd1IP0-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/iHKFwgk8dO0/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;&lt;br /&gt;
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É ferida que dói e não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;
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É um contentamento descontente;&lt;br /&gt;
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É dor que desatina sem doer;&lt;br /&gt;
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É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;br /&gt;
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É solitário andar por entre a gente;&lt;br /&gt;
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É nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;br /&gt;
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É cuidar que se ganha em se perder;&lt;br /&gt;
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É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É ter com quem nos mata lealdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Nos corações humanos amizade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Luís de Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-82967220166905038?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/82967220166905038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=82967220166905038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/82967220166905038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/82967220166905038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2010/02/amor-e-fogo-que-arde-sem-se-ver-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/S3hVd1IP0-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/iHKFwgk8dO0/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-229302786261051733</id><published>2010-01-24T21:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:19:21.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/S1y-EaiyGHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qGeaOUBwlK0/s1600-h/amizade.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/S1y-EaiyGHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qGeaOUBwlK0/s320/amizade.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;The students of class A, 10th grade, were asked to write a poem after having read in the English class the poem “Cyberfriend”. The teacher wanted to check their abilities as poets and the results were very good, as you can see. They are really Camões’s heirs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The true friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m a thousand miles away from you&lt;br /&gt;
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But I feel like you are here, next to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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The distance will never separate us&lt;br /&gt;
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Because our friendship is stronger than that.&lt;br /&gt;
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We’ve laughed together,&lt;br /&gt;
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We’ve cried together,&lt;br /&gt;
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We’ve lived unforgettable moments.&lt;br /&gt;
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I keep you in my mind &lt;br /&gt;
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And you still make me laugh when I remember our funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;
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You still support me in the worst moments and I think that you can say the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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The distance won’t win!&lt;br /&gt;
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We won´t give in!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ana Carolina , nº 2&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;
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I make a part of your days&lt;br /&gt;
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I speak with you every time&lt;br /&gt;
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But without you the days are just days&lt;br /&gt;
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And the nights dark moments&lt;br /&gt;
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I wait one day have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;
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Every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vanessa, nº 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Near or far&lt;br /&gt;
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We are always together&lt;br /&gt;
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To support, to help, to laugh&lt;br /&gt;
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You are always there&lt;br /&gt;
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You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;
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And I won't give up on that&lt;br /&gt;
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Our friendship is like the sun&lt;br /&gt;
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Always shine and bright&lt;br /&gt;
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The clouds may appear&lt;br /&gt;
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Bringing the rain&lt;br /&gt;
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But as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;
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We will feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maria Ferreira, nº 17&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;History doesn’t repeat itself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before that day, you said I’m everything to you,&lt;br /&gt;
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You wanted to be with me every moment, &lt;br /&gt;
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You made me smile...&lt;br /&gt;
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You knew me, my goals, my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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You knew what I want and what I need.&lt;br /&gt;
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You made me feel special!&lt;br /&gt;
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Quickly... Everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sky isn’t blue...&lt;br /&gt;
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And why?&lt;br /&gt;
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I don’t like to do the things I loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember the times you said: “Even if you’re not with me, I’m with you”,&lt;br /&gt;
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But you didn’t respect your sentence:&lt;br /&gt;
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You hurt me and make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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You make me feel the least.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now I say: “If you’re not with me, I’m not with you”.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I know I’m stronger than that.&lt;br /&gt;
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And at this moment sky is blue again!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Friends and friendship …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Friends for me &lt;br /&gt;
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Are those people&lt;br /&gt;
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That help in bad moments&lt;br /&gt;
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And are with us in the good things&lt;br /&gt;
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The friendship in our life&lt;br /&gt;
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is very important&lt;br /&gt;
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A person can't be happy&lt;br /&gt;
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without a friend&lt;br /&gt;
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When we give friendship&lt;br /&gt;
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We make someone happy&lt;br /&gt;
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I won't forget my friends&lt;br /&gt;
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I will always remember them&lt;br /&gt;
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They are very important&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;
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Manuela Silveira &lt;br /&gt;
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«Entre ruas e avenidas, passa a multidão apressada. Pára o carro, acelera o combóio. Ninguém fica&amp;nbsp; quieto. À noite, fica mais calma, mas não sossega. Ruidosa e barulhenta: Um labirinto para os novos, palma da mão para&amp;nbsp; os habitués. A correr sem perder o passo. Mais violenta, mais polícia. Medo do escuro, não há de certeza, com tanta iluminação.Respira vida mesmo que mais poluída, tem&amp;nbsp; movimento em cada recanto. É uma cidade.» Maria João&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-4219753775118052293?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/4219753775118052293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=4219753775118052293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/4219753775118052293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/4219753775118052293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/11/como-e-vista-cidade-por-nos.html' title='Como é vista a Cidade  por nós:'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-8538007827120820040</id><published>2009-11-03T17:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:14:23.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Contrato de Leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SvBkYCXZa5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UuaNHYQF9EI/s1600-h/Case.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SvBkYCXZa5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UuaNHYQF9EI/s400/Case.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;O&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estranho Caso de Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publicado&amp;nbsp;pela primeira vez em 1922,&amp;nbsp;este é um&amp;nbsp;conto bastante interessante, com um enredo&amp;nbsp;de tal modo&amp;nbsp;original que resultou numa adaptação cinematográfica&amp;nbsp;. É de fácil leitura. Só por isso aconselho aos meus colegas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo começa com&amp;nbsp; o nascimento de uma criança, que nasce com o aspecto de um homem de 70 anos. O pai reage mal e, com medo que os outros trocem do seu filho,&amp;nbsp; faz tudo para que seja&amp;nbsp; encarado como uma criança normal. Vamo-nos apercebendo que&amp;nbsp; Benjamin Button vai rejuvenescendo à medida que o tempo avança, ou seja, enquanto os outros à sua volta vão envelhcendo, Benjamim vai ficando mais novo...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ( &amp;nbsp;Ana Manuela 10º A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-8538007827120820040?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/8538007827120820040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=8538007827120820040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8538007827120820040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8538007827120820040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/11/estranho-caso-de-benjamin-button-de-f.html' title='Contrato de Leitura'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SvBkYCXZa5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UuaNHYQF9EI/s72-c/Case.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-5575804147208912694</id><published>2009-10-30T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:19:46.909Z</updated><title type='text'>Contrato de leitura de português</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;O livro que acabei de ler chama-se "Uma Escolha por Amor" de Nicholas Spark que requisitei na biblioteca da nossa escola.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É um livro que trata da história de amor&amp;nbsp;entre dois jovens que vêm de dois mundos completamente diferentes. Gabby vem de uma família tradicional e conservadora que a obrigou a abdicar de grande parte da sua vida. Travis vem de uma família liberal, sempre aproveitou ao máximo a vida e não se preocupa com o futuro. Quis o destino que estes dois jovens se tornassem vizinhos e, a partir daqui, começou uma bela história de amor. Depois de desacatos e confusões, acabam juntos e com dois filhos. Parecia que nada os podia separar. No entanto, um dia acontece algo que vem desestabilizar esta família feliz: Gabby entra num estado de coma profundo e, passados três meses, Travis, agora seu marido, tem que decidir se cumpre a vontade dela, e a deixa morrer, ou se continua a sofrer ao ver a mulher que tanto ama naquele estado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;"Uma escolha por amor" é o livro ideal para quem gosta de romances com muita acção à mistura.&lt;br /&gt;
Aconselho vivamente a que o leiam.&lt;br /&gt;
Ana Sofia, 10.ºA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-5575804147208912694?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/5575804147208912694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=5575804147208912694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5575804147208912694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5575804147208912694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/10/contrato-de-leitura-de-portugues.html' title='Contrato de leitura de português'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SurZo-ZiqsI/AAAAAAAAALs/D9cCT99D0Mk/s72-c/uma+escolha+por+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-9064574998834932088</id><published>2009-10-14T20:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:04:50.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestões de Leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/StYnWgJdNMI/AAAAAAAAALc/IwlzAqA6QCw/s1600-h/Lista+de+leituras+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392540871362950338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/StYnWgJdNMI/AAAAAAAAALc/IwlzAqA6QCw/s320/Lista+de+leituras+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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 O professor de português&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Empolgou-se na lição,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tropeçou caíu ao chão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quase partiu o pescoço&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Como aquele sábio grego&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Que de tanto olhar o céu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Caíu dentro dum poço.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O professor de português&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Falava de natação,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dos poemas de Camões.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eu vi toda a epopeia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Senti o cheiro ao Mostrengo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cheirava a sal e a trovões&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E a desgostos de sereia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mas eu quero-lhe dizer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um segredo verdadeiro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Até o Stör caír&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Os livros não tinham cheiro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E eu que não tinha atenção,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Era uma nota sofrível,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Senti vivo o predicado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saltei, subi de nível&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fiz-me sujeito acordado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No centro da oração.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ó meu caro professor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eu quero-lhe agradecer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ter ganho o meu nariz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nele vou a toda a parte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;É uma força motriz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Vou a Roma e a Paris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Vou à Lua e vou a Marte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ó meu caro professor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-6258761931877644068?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/6258761931877644068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=6258761931877644068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6258761931877644068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6258761931877644068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-professor-de-portugues-empolgou-se-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-5458005059244105904</id><published>2009-02-04T21:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:02:45.771Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SYoOaC5zFXI/AAAAAAAAALM/sdqC56FKnD8/s1600-h/Menina+a+ler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299063752173491570" style="FLOAT: right; 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&lt;div&gt;Um livro num passe de mágica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tocou-me com o seu feitiço:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deu-me a paz e deu-me a guerra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostrou-me as faces do homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- porque um livro é tudo isso !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levou-me um livro com ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo mundo a passear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não me perdi nem me achei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-porque um livro é afinal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um pouco da  vida, bem sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-5458005059244105904?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/5458005059244105904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=5458005059244105904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5458005059244105904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5458005059244105904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-livro-num-passe-de-magica-tocou-me_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SYoOaC5zFXI/AAAAAAAAALM/sdqC56FKnD8/s72-c/Menina+a+ler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-2630255030149083825</id><published>2009-01-29T09:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:17:21.308Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SYIctSaQarI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VWgwGNzrW10/s1600-h/Juntos+ao+Luar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296827676102781618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SYIctSaQarI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VWgwGNzrW10/s320/Juntos+ao+Luar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Enquanto estava na guerra escreviam um ao outro, mas passados uns anos acabam por se separar, e de repente o pai dele morre e ele volta para casa e parte à procura dela. Quando se dá o reencontro, ele descobre que ela está casada e que o seu marido está doente, em perigo de vida. No final eles não ficam juntos, mas ele contribui para o tratamento do seu marido vendendo a herança que o pai lhe deixou (uma colecção de moedas).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Eu gostei deste livro, porque apesar de não ficarem juntos, demonstram o seu amor um pelo o outro.   Maria  - 9º A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-2630255030149083825?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/2630255030149083825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=2630255030149083825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/2630255030149083825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/2630255030149083825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/01/li-o-livro-juntos-ao-luar-de-nicholas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SYIctSaQarI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VWgwGNzrW10/s72-c/Juntos+ao+Luar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-3849124139687134352</id><published>2009-01-21T11:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:39:32.609Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão de leitura - I'm in love with a Pop Star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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É uma história sobre a capacidade de sonhar. Pam, uma destemida rapariga de 16 anos, apaixona-se por um pop star e decide conhecê-lo. Mas o que começa como um sonho adolescente, transforma-se na maior aventura da sua vida.
Neste ‘fairy tale’ dos tempos modernos, Margarida Rebelo Pinto aproveita para reflectir sobre a nova geração que vive confrontada com o comportamento dos pais, eternos adolescentes, numa sociedade em constante mudança de valores, onde a imagem vale tudo. Até onde vai a vontade de Pam? E o que irá descobrir quando chegar ao fim da aventura?
Lê, pois vai valer a pena. Descobre-o na biblioteca da nossa escola !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-3849124139687134352?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/3849124139687134352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=3849124139687134352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/3849124139687134352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/3849124139687134352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugesto-de-leitura-im-in-love-with-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SXcJD7V960I/AAAAAAAAAKk/w4KPzB34CfI/s72-c/Im+in+love+with+a+pop+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-7099885716228594982</id><published>2009-01-11T14:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:06:44.079Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290039054953768066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SWn-fh52ZII/AAAAAAAAAKc/eUt0TOBm0dw/s320/tintin.gif" border="0" /&gt; Ontem, dia 10 de janeiro de 2009, Tintin, de Hergé ( de Georges Remi ) fez oitenta anos.

Celebra oitenta anos, mas continua a ser o jovem repórter belga que correu mundo (e a Lua) em aventuras destemidas acompanhado pelo fox terrier Milu. Tintin surgiu pela primeira vez a 10 de Janeiro de 1929. Parabéns Tintin !



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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Podes ler o &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Auto da Barca do Inferno&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gil Vicente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portoeditora.pt/bdigital/pdf/NTSITE00_BarcaInferno.pdf"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-5048513899493898806?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/5048513899493898806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=5048513899493898806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5048513899493898806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5048513899493898806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-2009-para-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SV02vNqA5UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4qGmQrUynJg/s72-c/foguetes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-57073162420652143</id><published>2008-12-29T21:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:08:18.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://e-livros.clube-de-leituras.pt/index.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285321205900395090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SVk7okmIQlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FegnwrbSbkU/s320/Biblioteca+de+livros+digitais.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;A Biblioteca de Livros Digitais, criada em parceria com o Plano Nacional de Leitura, foi lançada hoje. Conta inicialmente com 8 títulos, mas em breve esse número será alargado.
Os livros online podem ser folheados, algumas ilustrações são animadas e ainda tens a opção de ouvir os textos lidos por actores.
Para aceder a esta Biblioteca, clica na imagem acima ou aqui: &lt;a href="http://e-livros.clube-de-leituras.pt/index.php"&gt;Biblioteca de Livros Digitais.&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/4362717886727987083-57073162420652143?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/57073162420652143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=57073162420652143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/57073162420652143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/57073162420652143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/12/biblioteca-de-livros-digitais-criada-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SVk7okmIQlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FegnwrbSbkU/s72-c/Biblioteca+de+livros+digitais.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-6208148820383012343</id><published>2008-12-22T21:42:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:04:58.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SVAM6SIotnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z5a-yO2pxjE/s1600-h/Inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282736558345598578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SVAM6SIotnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z5a-yO2pxjE/s320/Inverno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem-vindo, Sr. Inverno !
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça o favor de entrar.
Está-se a preparar uma magnífica tarde de chuva.
A toalha de nuvens já está esticada
sobre a mesa do céu.
Os talheres guarda-chuva
saíram da gaveta e estão prontos para serem usados.

Hoje,
como entrada, temos Vento soprando frio,
servido em prato irrequieto.
Depois,
será servida uma sopa de Trovoada
luminosa e sonora.

De seguida, virá o prato principal:
Chuviscos regados com chuva grossa
acompanhados por inundações salteadas.

E para abrilhantar o final da refeição,
temos um Sol, espreitando pelas nuvens,
como sobremesa, que está sublime!

Com os cumprimentos do “Chef”,
os conhaques e aspirinas
serão acompanhados com espirros, tosse e febre,
servidos no recato da sala de estar
do lar de cada um.
Muito obrigado por preferir o nosso Inverno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;retirado &lt;a href="http://poesianunorita.blogs.sapo.pt/3600.html"&gt;daqui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Em plena quadra natalícia, sabe bem ler contos e outros textos que falem do Natal. Poderás fazê-lo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/natal_textos.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/natal_textos.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-6516744794046600724?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/6516744794046600724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=6516744794046600724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6516744794046600724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6516744794046600724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/12/em-plena-quadra-natalcia-sabe-bem-ler.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SUQi3SOI_SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1Y22CbUSGvs/s72-c/vela+de+natal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-9042781062092800039</id><published>2008-12-02T22:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:44:24.329Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/STW4k_k1z8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/VlJP40Au59c/s1600-h/Diario+da+nossa+paix%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275325484215160770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/STW4k_k1z8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/VlJP40Au59c/s320/Diario+da+nossa+paix%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Diário da Nossa Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;de Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Este livro narra a história de amor entre dois jovens, Allie e Noah, de quinze e dezassete anos, respectivamente. Vivem, então, um verão inesquecível. Mas Allie vai embora ... e não têm mais notícias um do outro... Mais tarde,  Noah, com oitenta anos, recorda esta história de amor, contando-a a Allie, que sofre de Alzheimer.... Portanto, a questão que se põe é: o que se passou após a separação quando jovens ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;É um livro muito emocionante que vale a pena ler!   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniela 9º A&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/4362717886727987083-9042781062092800039?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/9042781062092800039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=9042781062092800039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/9042781062092800039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/9042781062092800039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-dirio-da-nossa-paixo-de-nicholas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/STW4k_k1z8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/VlJP40Au59c/s72-c/Diario+da+nossa+paix%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-4320273512438332901</id><published>2008-11-21T19:06:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:09:28.911Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que andamos, nós, a ler :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hellboy- A mão direita do Apocalise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de Mike Mignon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Génios do Mundo: Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de Margarida Fonseca Santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai aonde te leva o coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Susanna Tamaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ana Sofia&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ensaio sobre a Cegueira&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;José Saramag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;José Miguel&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Os poderes do Raio&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de João Aguiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Henrique&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;O Homem do Inverno Nuclear&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de Thierry Deary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Joanne Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;João Pedro&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Lições do Toninho&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Godi Zidron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Liliana&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Casa dos Espíritos&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de Isabel Allende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maria João&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;As Confissões de uma Adolescente&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Camila Gib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stéphanie&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Lenda de Desperaux,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kate Dicamillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-4320273512438332901?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/4320273512438332901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=4320273512438332901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/4320273512438332901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/4320273512438332901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-andamos-ns-ler-tiago-hellboy-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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-4362717886727987083.post-1014169711432718475</id><published>2008-11-20T08:47:00.034Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:27:15.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infancia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>Os livros que marcaram a juventude dos nossos professores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSXY5jrvaKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Fof2t8SMs7c/s1600-h/Livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270857422249879714" style="FLOAT: right; 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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Somos jovens, alguns de nós ainda estão a descobrir os prazeres e os encantos da leitura... E como era com alguns dos nossos professores ? Que leituras faziam? Quais os seus livros preferidos ?&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Recolhemos alguns depoimentos dos nossos profs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;


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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Recuando no tempo para me lembrar dos livros da minha infância e juventude, não consigo lembrar-me de um só livro que me tenha marcado. Foram muitos, certamente.Sei que desde miúda, sempre gostei de ler. E não havia a oferta de livros que há agora. Eram livros que os meus pais me davam. Poucos, mas vistos por mim como uma entrada para a Fantasia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSnCkN-KzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qRCgcSiBPMs/s1600-h/4torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271958766295371138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSnCkN-KzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qRCgcSiBPMs/s200/4torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSnCkN-KzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qRCgcSiBPMs/s1600-h/4torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- « A Galinha dos Ovos de Ouro» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- «Pinóquio»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- « Alice no País das Maravilhas »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Uns anos mais tarde, já no ciclo preparatório, descobri e vivi aventuras fantásticas com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Cinco,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Os Sete&lt;/em&gt; e as &lt;em&gt;Gémeas no Colégio de Santa Clara.&lt;/em&gt; Já na adolescência, os livros de Júlio Dinis, Camilo Castelo Branco, Almeida Garrett, Eça de Queirós, Flaubert, Sthendal, Breton todos fizeram parte do meu percurso académico, contribuindo para a minha formação como cidadã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Enfim, pela minha vida fora os livros sempre me acompanharam e continuam a acompanhar-me, oferecendo-me bons momentos e boas viagens interiores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Portanto, quando se descobre o gosto pela leitura, dá-se um encontro, encontro esse que é para sempre.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paula Rebelo, professora de Português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ao recuar no tempo e tentar lembrar-me de um livro que tivesse marcado a minha infância ou adolescência, dou-me conta que me vêm muitas lembranças à cabeça, mas nenhum título em especial.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSXSarbUynI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BqhsnZSRpMQ/s1600-h/Anita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270850294682798706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSXSarbUynI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BqhsnZSRpMQ/s200/Anita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lembro-me dos livros da Anita numa primeira fase, com ilustrações tão bonitas. Lembro-me, depois, da colecção dos "Cinco" - tantas aventuras que "vivi" com os quatro jovens e o cão Tim. Lembro-me, ainda, das férias de Verão passadas a "devorar" todos os livros da minha avó - desde os clássicos como "O Conde de Monte Cristo" a romances mais leves. Acho que herdei dela o gosto pela leitura: os livros ajudaram-me muito pela vida fora - aprendi, sonhei, viajei, alarguei horizontes através deles.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Claro que também me influenciaram na escolha do meu Curso Superior.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enfim, tenho pena que existam muitos jovens (entre os quais aqueles com quem lido todos os dias) que dizem não gostar de ler - não sabem o que perdem!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Professora de Inglês e Directora de 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/4362717886727987083-1014169711432718475?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/1014169711432718475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=1014169711432718475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/1014169711432718475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/1014169711432718475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/11/os-livros-que-marcaram-juventude-dos.html' title='Os livros que marcaram a juventude dos nossos professores'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSXY5jrvaKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Fof2t8SMs7c/s72-c/Livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-6054954356010374905</id><published>2008-11-17T21:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:02:26.218Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSHkYC8gwMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1ybcvaFX3QY/s1600-h/Livro+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269744140758859970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSHkYC8gwMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1ybcvaFX3QY/s200/Livro+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Este foi o livro que acabei de ler. De Dorothy Koomson, « A Filha da Minha Melhor Amiga » tem uma escrita, que nos seduz facilmente, e uma história cativante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Podemos perguntar-nos « Se fizermos o bem a quem nos faz bem, que vantagens teremos ? Não continua essa pessoa a tratar -nos bem ? E se, por outro lado, fizermos o bem a quem nos magoou e traiu ? Não irá essa pessoa orgulhar-se e arrepender-se do que fez, esteja onde estiver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estas poderão ser algumas das questões que nos inquietarão quando lemos este livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;«A Filha da Minha Melhor Amiga» aborda temas sempre actuais, como o amor, as relações extra-conjugais, o perdão, a verdadeira amizade, o arrependimento... De todos, destaco a capacidade de perdoar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas vamos ao enredo: esta é a história de duas amigas inseparáveis até ao momento em que uma delas, Kam, descobre que Adele, a sua amiga , a traiu com Nate - noivo de Kam - tendo desta relação nascido uma filha. Então, Kam perde o contacto com os dois até ao dia em que recebe uma carta de Adele dizendo que estava a morrer. A única coisa que Adele pede a Kam é que fique com a sua filha, Tegan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como se sairá Kam, que nunca quis ter filhos, a tomar conta de uma criança, fruto de uma traição? Como se sentirá por nunca ter perdoado a Adele?Irá ela perdoar a Nate ?Que problemas enfrentará? Coma reagirá Tegan à morte da mãe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estas são algumas questões a que o livro responde. Uma história comovente que não deves perder!                                Daniela, 14 anos&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/4362717886727987083-6054954356010374905?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/6054954356010374905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=6054954356010374905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6054954356010374905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6054954356010374905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/11/impresses-de-leitura-este-foi-o-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SSHkYC8gwMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1ybcvaFX3QY/s72-c/Livro+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-9026121591295618075</id><published>2008-10-30T21:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:15:38.764Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQor0mWGn_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wFmFVfF-K9M/s1600-h/halloween01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263067297182294002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQor0mWGn_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wFmFVfF-K9M/s200/halloween01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queres viver emoções intensas na noite de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween ? Então, clica &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyberhaunt.com/site/fun/attractions/mansion.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;O livro que acabei de ler chama-se « &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recados da Mãe&lt;/span&gt;» de Maria Teresa Maia Gonzalez. Gostei de ler o livro, pois a história é interessante. Conta a história de duas irmãs, Leonor, de seis anos, a narradora, e a sua irmã, Matilde, de 10 anos, que perdem a mãe, morta num acidente. Têm, então, de ir viver com a avó materna, que não conhecem, para a sua quinta, nos arredores de Coimbra.
Não gostei da parte final, porque as duas irmãs separam-se e elas tinham prometido ficar sempre juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Stéphanie &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/4362717886727987083-6479587433052915790?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/6479587433052915790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=6479587433052915790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6479587433052915790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6479587433052915790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-nossas-leituras-autnomas-o-livro-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQYwv7s2EtI/AAAAAAAAADw/78vh7nrMWxc/s72-c/Recados+da+m%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-8009693463486735110</id><published>2008-10-27T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:35:51.261Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;«As Nossas leituras Autónomas»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQYJizX7fBI/AAAAAAAAADo/aZzYxeDTtXk/s1600-h/A+Estrela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261903708139781138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQYJizX7fBI/AAAAAAAAADo/aZzYxeDTtXk/s200/A+Estrela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Gostei muito de voltar a reler o conto&lt;/span&gt; « &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Estrela&lt;/span&gt; »&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; de Vergílio Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;É uma história muito bonita de se ler. Posso dizer que foi o livro que mais gostei de ler. Conta a história de um menino que vê uma estrela no cimo do campanário da aldeia e não desiste enquanto não a apanha. O final é trágico, mas vale a pena !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Bruno, (16 anos)&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/4362717886727987083-8009693463486735110?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/8009693463486735110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=8009693463486735110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8009693463486735110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8009693463486735110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/10/gostei-muito-de-voltar-reler-o-conto.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQYJizX7fBI/AAAAAAAAADo/aZzYxeDTtXk/s72-c/A+Estrela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-7452921818578046466</id><published>2008-10-27T18:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:50:55.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;« &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As Nossas Leituras Autónomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;»&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261900973784489794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQYHDpG030I/AAAAAAAAADg/kc9uHKheyfU/s200/Capa+do+livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Eu li o livro " Meu Primeiro Beijo e outros traumas " de Adam Bagdasarian, da D. Quixote. É um livro muito interessante , que é apropriado para a adolescência. A história é contada numa linguagem acessível,  relatando vários episódios da vida do autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;De todos os temas tratados no livro, saliento o primeiro amor, a amizade, os grupos de amigos, etc.» &lt;em&gt;Daniela&lt;/em&gt;, (14 anos )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;« Acho que este livro cativa qualquer pessoa, de qualquer idade, trazendo à memória aquilo por que todos já passámos ou estarão para passar e experimentar. Mesmo que seja mentalmente, este livro permite-nos sorrir, rir, chorar e sonhar... &lt;em&gt;Maria João&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4362717886727987083-7452921818578046466?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/7452921818578046466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=7452921818578046466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/7452921818578046466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/7452921818578046466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-nossas-leituras-autnomas-eu-li-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQYHDpG030I/AAAAAAAAADg/kc9uHKheyfU/s72-c/Capa+do+livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-5064625813888212433</id><published>2008-10-26T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:57:13.149Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 de Outubro - Dia  da Biblioteca Escolar
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma biblioteca deve ser como um par de braços abertos "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Roger Rosenblatt, jornalista norte-americano&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/4362717886727987083-5064625813888212433?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/5064625813888212433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=5064625813888212433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5064625813888212433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/5064625813888212433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/10/uma-biblioteca-deve-ser-como-um-par-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQYCtTRtuFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4u2aVnwICNs/s72-c/images.jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-4914695940993931111</id><published>2008-10-24T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:38:42.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQIzKckBmxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S0D8c95W4JM/s1600-h/DSCN5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260823569281162002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQIzKckBmxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S0D8c95W4JM/s200/DSCN5182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Foi no passado dia 16 de Outubro, Dia Mundial da Alimentação, que a nossa turma experimentou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;um dos melhores e originais restaurantes da zona centro. Falamos de « Saberes e Sabores» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Fomos muitíssimo bem atendidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A carta apresentava uma grande variedade de pratos, muito nutritivos, que, para além de nos alimentar o espírito, transportava-nos, com as asas da imaginação,para lugares onde nunca estivémos: desde aventuras inéditas, passando por terror, à comédia, tudo se oferecia ao regalar de olhos de todos os convivas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O melhor é que podíamos pedir um prato e , se a escolha não nos agradasse, podíamos trocar por outros géneros literários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Afinal, o que interessava era ficarmos satisfeitos com a nossa comida e, se realmente isso acontecesse, poderíamos continuar a comer em casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Foi tudo muito divertido e interessante. Aspectos positivos ?! Não pagámos a refeição, e a leitura não engorda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Esperamos que este tipo de refeições se repita na nossa escola ! Lá estaremos.... ( Daniela e Maria João )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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O &lt;a href="http://www.planonacionaldeleitura.gov.pt/"&gt;Plano Nacional de Leitura&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.rbe.min-edu.pt/"&gt;Rede de Bibliotecas Escolares&lt;/a&gt; e a &lt;a href="http://http//www.dglb.pt/sites/DGLB/Portugu%C3%AAs/dglb/Paginas/dglb.aspx"&gt;Direcção Geral do Livro e das Bibliotecas&lt;/a&gt; apresentaram no dia 20 de Junho o&lt;a href="http://http//www.rbe.min-edu.pt/np4/262.html"&gt; Projecto a LeR+. &lt;/a&gt;
Esta iniciativa resulta da parceria com o National Reading Trust, em particular como projecto &lt;a title="reading connects" href="http://www.literacytrust.org.uk/readingconnects/" target="_blank"&gt;Reading Connects&lt;/a&gt; e conta com o apoio da Direcção Geral de Inovação e Desenvolvimento Curricular e da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian.
Pretende-se que as escolas e bilotecas escolares em estreita parceria com as biliotecas públicas e toda a comunidade possam criar uma cultura integrada de leitura.
A nossa escola será uma das tinta e três, a nível nacional, a participar neste projecto. Contamos com a participação de toda a comunidade educativa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4362717886727987083-6363200310461141731?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/6363200310461141731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=6363200310461141731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6363200310461141731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/6363200310461141731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-plano-nacional-de-leitura-rede-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SQIQyQ37smI/AAAAAAAAACI/7a2Z63lOpzM/s72-c/a+ler+%2B.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-1283750551761422926</id><published>2008-10-12T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:33:24.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SPJqgtgx9gI/AAAAAAAAABo/ROBEvBGvfVE/s1600-h/%C3%93culos+do+M%C3%A1gico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256380825300235778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1K0NC5XJuY/SPJqgtgx9gI/AAAAAAAAABo/ROBEvBGvfVE/s320/%C3%93culos+do+M%C3%A1gico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; «&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Os Óculos do Mágico&lt;/span&gt;» &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maria Teresa Maia Gonzalez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Inês, o Tomás e o Luís resistiram à calamidade da partida da mãe para Barcelona, agravada pela ruptura entre os pais. O pai, um homem bom, paciente e sensível, fica com os três filhos e naturalmente vai ser idealizado por eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; A Inês, que é quem protagoniza a história, é emocionalmente verdadeira  e por isso não abdica das dúvidas, das críticas e da agressividade que esta situação de sofrimento emocional acarreta. Mas o que de essencial este livro ensina aos adultos é que as crianças apercebem-se de tudo mais rapidamente do que se pensa, ou seja,  muitas vezes os adultos acham que as crianças porque são crianças, ficam mais protegidas  das adversidades com mentiras e respostas vagas... Enganam-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;O livro é escrito numa linguagem comovente, simples e clara e lê-se com avisez do princípio ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;in, &lt;em&gt;Os Meus Livros, Setembro 2008&lt;/em&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/4362717886727987083-1283750551761422926?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/1283750551761422926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=1283750551761422926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362717886727987083.post-8243147247096661056</id><published>2008-10-08T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:27:10.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEITOR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIREITO'/><title type='text'>Direitos alienáveis do Leitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui ficam os 10 direitos alienáveis do leitor :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-O direito de não ler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-O direito de saltar páginas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- O direito de não acabar um livro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-O direito de reler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-O direito de ler não importa o quê.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-O direito de amar os “herois” dos romances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-O direito de ler não importa onde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 -O direito de saltar de livro em livro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-O direito de ler em voz alta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-O direito de não falar do que se leu.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Pennac, &lt;em&gt;Como um Romance&lt;/em&gt;, Ed. ASA, 1992, p. 155.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4362717886727987083-8243147247096661056?l=cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/feeds/8243147247096661056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4362717886727987083&amp;postID=8243147247096661056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8243147247096661056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4362717886727987083/posts/default/8243147247096661056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantosdaleitura.blogspot.com/2008/10/aqui-ficam-os-10-direitos-alienveis-do.html' title='Direitos alienáveis do Leitor'/><author><name>Jovens leitores</name><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></feed>
