<?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-1737605069591201870</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:09:11.264Z</updated><title type='text'>EB1 Gandra - Turma 17</title><subtitle type='html'>2007/08 - Alunos do 2º ano; 2008/09 - 2º e 3º anos;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-5720881125777645218</id><published>2010-06-28T00:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:28:39.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-5720881125777645218?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/5720881125777645218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=5720881125777645218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/5720881125777645218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/5720881125777645218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2010/06/finalistas.html' title='Finalistas'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-2567458782410118010</id><published>2010-03-12T21:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:02:11.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Semana Cultural - Exposição</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Notícia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                No dia 19 de Março realizar-se-á uma exposição com os trabalhos realizados por cada turma e também pelos pais dos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;         Na parte da manhã, às nove horas, a exposição está aberta a toda a comunidade. Também nos vamos divertir imenso com actividades diversificadas com os pais.&lt;br /&gt;         No período da tarde, vem o Professor António Castanheira apresentar uma das suas famosas e espectaculares sessões que incluem histórias e canções muito divertidas.&lt;br /&gt;         No final, haverá um grande lanche – convívio delicioso que nos espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Convite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Os alunos da escola da Gandra, têm o prazer de convidar os Encarregados de Educação para uma exposição que se realizará no dia 19 de Março.&lt;br /&gt;            Rua: Doutor Augusto César Cerqueira Gomes.&lt;br /&gt;            Localidade: Ferreiros.&lt;br /&gt;            Telefone: 253 693 128&lt;br /&gt;            Código Postal: 4705 – 093&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Agradecemos a sua confirmação até ao dia 17 de Março.&lt;br /&gt;            Contamos com a sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos do 4º ano, turma 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programa:&lt;br /&gt;            9h – 12h – Exposição&lt;br /&gt;                        -Actividades&lt;br /&gt;            13:30h – 15:30h – Sessão de histórias&lt;br /&gt;                        -Lanche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-2567458782410118010?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/2567458782410118010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=2567458782410118010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2567458782410118010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2567458782410118010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2010/03/semana-cultural-exposicao.html' title='Semana Cultural - Exposição'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-405245790754034056</id><published>2010-02-12T02:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:05:33.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita de Estudo à Fonte do Ídolo</title><content type='html'>A nossa professora programou uma surpresa à turma, que foi uma visita de estudo à fonte do Ídolo. Como chegamos muito cedo, fomos a uma videoteca ver o filme “O Gato das Botas”, mas tivemos pena de não poder ver o filme todo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando entramos na Fonte do Ídolo, um senhor chamado António Castanheiro, contou-nos histórias e cantou-nos canções, com a sua viola.&lt;br /&gt;Passado uma hora de canções e histórias, fomos observar o monumento “Fonte do Ídolo”. De seguida, fomos ver um vídeo sobre o monumento.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa parte, nós estivemos muito atentos e interessados, porque foi um lugar que nunca tínhamos visto e explorado.&lt;br /&gt;Com este vídeo, aprendemos que a Fonte do Ídolo foi um santuário construído antes do tempo dos Romanos. Esse espaço foi abandonado durante muito tempo, e, por isso, encontra-se num avançado estado de degradação. O monumento consiste numa fonte de água com inscrições e figuras esculpidas na pedra.&lt;br /&gt;De seguida, agradecemos ao senhor e voltamos para a nossa escola.&lt;br /&gt;Adoramos esta visita de estudo, porque aprendemos mais e também nos divertimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437172193035764130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/S3S3TVyHQaI/AAAAAAAAEtw/Y-9u7fB_BuM/s400/Fonte_do_Idolo_Braga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-405245790754034056?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/405245790754034056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=405245790754034056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/405245790754034056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/405245790754034056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2010/02/visita-de-estudo-fonte-do-idolo.html' title='Visita de Estudo à Fonte do Ídolo'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/S3S3TVyHQaI/AAAAAAAAEtw/Y-9u7fB_BuM/s72-c/Fonte_do_Idolo_Braga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-5302037847659303904</id><published>2010-01-14T22:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:04:36.915Z</updated><title type='text'>Cantar dos Reis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantar os Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 8 de Janeiro pelas 14h30m a nossa turma foi cantar os Reis pela freguesia.&lt;br /&gt;Levamos as coroas e instrumentos, como por exemplo: pandeiretas, sinos, ferrinhos, rec-rec… Primeiro fomos ao café D. Quixote, de seguida, fomos a outro café chamado Bracara Augusta. Seguidamente, fomos ao restaurante Satélite, depois fomos à farmácia e por fim ao café Mil Folhas.&lt;br /&gt;Cantamos músicas tradicionais, como “Aqui vamos nós” e “Nós somos os Três Reis”.&lt;br /&gt;Nós gostamos muito deste dia porque espalhamos alegria, desejamos um bom ano e mantivemos a tradição. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhJKCym0SI/AAAAAAAAEQM/lS2Xzk3oRK0/s200/IMAG0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhJs2YlbNI/AAAAAAAAEQc/V8Iv7DJJ1iA/s1600-h/IMAG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411155987147353298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhJs2YlbNI/AAAAAAAAEQc/V8Iv7DJJ1iA/s200/IMAG0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411155652423754930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhJZXcQpLI/AAAAAAAAEQU/sAkyIL1b0wY/s200/IMAG0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Objectivos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer o passado nacional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-personagens e factos do passado&lt;br /&gt;-os primeiros povos&lt;br /&gt;-formação de Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparação da visita:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Em primeiro lugar, as Professoras, contaram os responsáveis dos locais a visitar e os transportes.&lt;br /&gt;2- Pesquisa e apresentação sobre os trabalhos dos locais a visitar.&lt;br /&gt;3- De seguida, na sala de aula, fizemos uma visita virtual na Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras de Comportamento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vou ser pontual&lt;br /&gt;-Vou andar em fila&lt;br /&gt;-Vou levantar o dedo quando quiser falar durante as visitas guiadas&lt;br /&gt;-Vou falar baixo&lt;br /&gt;-Vou respeitar sempre os professores, auxiliares, e os meus colegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visita de Estudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhQin1faRI/AAAAAAAAEQs/kB9BrgCrLx8/s1600-h/Digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411163508024764690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhQin1faRI/AAAAAAAAEQs/kB9BrgCrLx8/s200/Digitalizar0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Castelo de Guimarães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No dia 24 de Novembro fomos visitar o Castelo de Guimarães, que fica no cimo de uma colina.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, subimos à muralha do Castelo que era constituída por oito torres e fomos até ao topo. Admiramos a paisagem, vimos um grande parque à volta do Castelo, o Paço dos Duques, a capela românica de S. Miguel, onde está a pia baptismal onde D. Afonso Henriques foi baptizado, e até, conseguimos ver o estádio de Guimarães.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, atravessamos uma ponte de madeira que ligava a muralha à torre de menagem. Onde morou D.Henrique e D. Teresa que tiveram um filho chamado D. Afonso Henriques que foi o primeiro rei de Portugal. Nós ficamos desiludidos porque a torre estava vazia.&lt;br /&gt;No fim, lanchamos no pátio do Castelo de Guimarães e divertimo-nos a tirar fotografias. Nós gostamos muito desta visita de estudo ao Castelo de Guimarães, foi muito interessante porque estamos a dar a formação do Condado Portucalense na escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411168382665489554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhU-XSZ_JI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/12SHBuW2q7s/s400/Digitalizar0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paço dos Duques&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959559859265138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sx6yCmT3XnI/AAAAAAAAER0/DhpYA7gmWww/s200/Digitalizar0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No dia 24 de Novembro, nós os alunos da turma 17, fomos fazer uma visita de estudo à Cidade de Guimarães.&lt;br /&gt;E um dos locais que visitamos foi o Paço dos Duques, que terá sido mandado construir por D.Afonso, (filho bastardo de D.João I), em honra de D. Constança de Noronha com quem casou. Durante a visita fomos acompanhados por uma guia.&lt;br /&gt;Na sala de armas, nós ficamos espantados ao ver: armas com mais de 600 anos, armas de fogo com menos de 200 anos, armaduras completas com mais de 30 Kg. A guia disse-nos que os guerreiros, em média, mediam 1,50m, eram muito pequenos, mas também muito fortes e corajosos.&lt;br /&gt;De seguida fomos a uma capela que se chamava Capela Palatina e que era o local favorito de D.Constança, quando o seu marido ía para as batalhas. Os vitrais eram muito bonitos e coloridos.&lt;br /&gt;Também visitamos várias salas. A primeira sala que visitamos foi a sala dos Paços Perdidos que tinha tapeçarias enormes que representavam as batalhas contra os Mouros.&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as salas havia namoradeiras, lareiras e chaminés.&lt;br /&gt;Noutras salas também havia muitos móveis antigos, como um atril onde se colocavam os livros, um contador para guardar as contas e os tesouros e um movel de madeira do séc XII.&lt;br /&gt;Num quarto tinha uma ante câmara e junto à cama havia uma peça de mobiliário muito alta para mudar de roupa, que se chamava biombo.&lt;br /&gt;Nós achamos que a visita de estudo foi muito interessante porque ficamos a conhecer melhor estes antigos e interessantes monumentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Citânia de Briteiros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No dia 24 de Novembro a nossa turma (17) e a turma 15 fomos fazer uma visita de estudo.&lt;br /&gt;Da parte da tarde, chegamos à Citânia de Briteiros, que fica localizada no monte de S. Romão, e deve ter sido habitada até ao sec.III. Apesar de se encontrar vestígios da presença Romana, este povoado tem mais importância pelas características da cultura anterior à Romanização.&lt;br /&gt;Logo que lá chegamos, fizemos um piquenique na entrada, foi muito bom…&lt;br /&gt;De seguida entramos para a Citânia, onde visitamos as ruínas. Com a ajuda de uma planta do castro, descobrimos letras e cada letra referia-se a um ponto importante do castro. Começamos por ver a zona habitacional, as casas eram circulares. Também, tinha duas casas reconstruídas pelo arqueólogo Dr. Martins Sarmento. Ao lado tinha uma capela, e lá de cima via-se o cemitério. À volta da Citânia vimos três muralhas, que serviram para proteger o castro.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa professora, também nos disse que no subsolo tem muitas riquezas escondidas. Nós sentimo-nos fascinados por ficarmos a saber mais sobre os primeiros povos da Península Ibérica. Nós ficamos desiludidos por não irmos aos balneários e pedimos desculpa por não vos contar esta parte da visita, mas prometemos que na próxima vez dizemos como é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412960532274711826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sx6y7M1xjRI/AAAAAAAAER8/eHhypQYakW8/s200/Digitalizar0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-633257689225369658?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/633257689225369658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=633257689225369658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/633257689225369658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/633257689225369658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2009/11/visita-de-estudo.html' title='Visita de Estudo'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SxhJKCym0SI/AAAAAAAAEQM/lS2Xzk3oRK0/s72-c/IMAG0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-4703097800176436676</id><published>2009-10-18T21:02:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:54:06.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiência: Como fazer manteiga ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na aula de Ciências Experimentais fizemos manteiga com a ajuda da nossa professora Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para fazer a manteiga precisamos de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Material:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Natas para fazer chantilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Garrafa de plástico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 berlindes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procedimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SuMG28-vc0I/AAAAAAAAD7A/IvrbibW8r50/s1600-h/digitalizar0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396164319671972674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SuMG28-vc0I/AAAAAAAAD7A/IvrbibW8r50/s400/digitalizar0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Pegamos na garrafa de plástico e colocamos la dentro os dois berlindes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. De seguida, adicionamos as natas e uma pitada de sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Finalmente fechamos a garrafa e agitamos até se formar um sólido cremoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que observamos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formou-se um sólido cremoso e um líquido esbranquiçado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A agitação das particulas das natas pelos berlindes provoca a tranformação destas num sólido cremoso, que chamamos manteiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestões da turma:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No final, depois da manteiga estar pronta poderão prová-la, como nós, numa bolachinha. É uma &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;delícia&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vais ver que é muito fácil fazer manteiga e vai valer a pena experimentares. É &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;divertido&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396162414301646034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SuMFIC7DjNI/AAAAAAAAD6w/qcUwrrKWb1Q/s400/digitalizar0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-4703097800176436676?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/4703097800176436676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=4703097800176436676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/4703097800176436676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/4703097800176436676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiencia-como-fazer-manteiga.html' title='Experiência: Como fazer manteiga ?'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SuMG28-vc0I/AAAAAAAAD7A/IvrbibW8r50/s72-c/digitalizar0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-3109519442536105256</id><published>2009-10-17T21:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:36:33.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Alimentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-3109519442536105256?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/3109519442536105256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=3109519442536105256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/3109519442536105256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/3109519442536105256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2009/10/pales.html' title='Dia Mundial da Alimentação'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-528495668513526772</id><published>2009-10-17T20:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:50:01.221Z</updated><title type='text'>Palestra - Implantação da República</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SvH23BFzCMI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/SSWKR36ctOk/s1600-h/Digitalizar0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400368853239924930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SvH23BFzCMI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/SSWKR36ctOk/s400/Digitalizar0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 7 de Outubro, pelas 14h30m, nós os finalistas, alunos do 4º ano, fomos assistir a uma palestra com o professor de história, José Carlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Senhor Professor começou por explicar o que aconteceu no dia 5 de Outubro de 1910 sobre a Implantaçã da República. Ele começou por falar as diferenças entre a Monarquia e a República, como por exemplo: o hino, a bandeira, a moeda e os governantes de Portugal. Também nos disse que as pessoas se revoltaram porque estavam descontentes com o rei e achavam que a Monarquia não era a melhor forma de governar o país. Assim, em 1908, os revolucionários tentaram acabar com a Monarquia, matando o rei D.Carlos e o seu filho Luís Filipe. Mas, só no dia 5 de Outubro de 1910, foi proclamada a República e o rei D.Manuel II foi para o exílio (Inglaterra). O primeiro presidente provisório foi Teófilo Braga e o primeiro presidente eleito foi Manuel de Arriaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós gostamos muito desta aula, especialmente dos filmes e fotografias antigas, foi muito interessante e ficamos a conhecer mais um pouco da história de Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós adoravamos que o professor José fosse nosso professor no próximo ano lectivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-528495668513526772?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/528495668513526772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=528495668513526772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/528495668513526772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/528495668513526772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2009/10/implantacao-da-republica-palestra.html' title='Palestra - Implantação da República'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SvH23BFzCMI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/SSWKR36ctOk/s72-c/Digitalizar0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-7350244996649517717</id><published>2009-10-08T21:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:26:41.448Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, já somos alunos do 4º ano, somos finalistas! Continuem a visitar o nosso blogue, que nós prometomos publicar novos trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;Desejamos um excelente ano lectivo, cheio de trabalho, boas notas e recordações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bom Ano !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SuWxl7-paGI/AAAAAAAAD8I/1BUEAEjYJyI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SuWxl7-paGI/AAAAAAAAD8I/1BUEAEjYJyI/s320/untitled.bmp" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-7350244996649517717?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/7350244996649517717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=7350244996649517717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/7350244996649517717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/7350244996649517717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2009/10/ola-amigos-este-ano-ja-somos-do-4-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SuWxl7-paGI/AAAAAAAAD8I/1BUEAEjYJyI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-1583950112385016949</id><published>2009-05-01T17:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:18:23.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalhar a produção de um texto , "25 de Abril", assegurando a mobilização de conhecimentos prévios e a sua articulação com novas informações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ciclo de escrita (mobilização do conhecimento; recolha e selecção de informação; organização de informação, redacção do texto; revisão do texto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1- &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mobilização do Conhecimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos registaram no caderno diário todo o conhecimento que tinham sobre o 25 de Abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226030902152130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SfxR1D09C8I/AAAAAAAADbw/MIq-GTOQQDI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Recolha e selecção da informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi realizada uma pesquisa para completar os seus conhecimentos e apresentaram à turma a informação recolhida. Em grupo de quatro elementos, analisaram um texto sobre o 25 de Abril, sublinhando novos conceitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Organização da Informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oa alunos construíram um mapa semântico, respondendo a questões (Como era Portugal antes do 25 de Abril? E Após?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331226442771585922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SfxSNCKR24I/AAAAAAAADb4/ittHy-3GSHI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Redacção do Texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em grupo, os alunos construíram um texto com base na informação recolhida (mapa semântico).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Revisão do Texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grupo reuniu e fez uma revisão ao texto para o aperfeiçoar. Seguidamente, apresentou-o à turma e recolheram sugestões para reescrever o texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, passaram o texto para colocar no blogue da turma e para a elaboração de um cartaz da sala de aula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto do grupo n.º2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Até à trinta e cinco anos atrás, antes do ano de 1974, Portugal era um país triste, segundo diz Manuel António Pina.&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo Caetano era um governador que mandava em tudo e em todos e, por isso, viviam numa ditadura. As pessoas não podiam dizer o que pensavam, porque eram presas ou até mortas, não tinham liberdade de expressão. O povo vivia com pouco dinheiro, para comprar roupas ou comida e passavam muitas necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 25 de Abril, de 1974, houve uma revolução mas, esta revolta, foi pacífica (calma), porque não houve sangue e Marcelo Caetano fugiu para o Brasil. Terminou a guerra colonial e os homens regressaram da guerra. Dizem também que a política do nosso país se alterou e formaram-se vários partidos políticos. Finalmente, as pessoas puderam dizer o que pensavam sobre a política, o governo, … ou seja, Portugal tornou-se numa Democracia. As pessoas recuperaram o seu tesouro, ou seja, a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;E, ainda hoje, todos os anos, celebra-se o feriado do dia da liberdade do povo português. Festeja-se a democracia e a paz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-1583950112385016949?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/1583950112385016949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=1583950112385016949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/1583950112385016949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/1583950112385016949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-de-abril.html' title='25 de Abril'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SfxR1D09C8I/AAAAAAAADbw/MIq-GTOQQDI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-3940246031277879562</id><published>2009-03-25T18:50:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:31:11.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Coelhinho Saltão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competências&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver a consciência da variação linguística ligada a factores discursivos; Estabelecer relações entre formas de diferentes registos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ler o texto "O Coelhinho Saltão" e sublinhar os erros encontrados (Caça ao erro); Análise/debate das diferentes pronúncias da palavra e desatenções que causa erros na escrita; Elaboração de um texto com o uso frequente e correcto das palavras erradas encontradas no texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Texto para descoberta de palavras escritas de forma errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317199898580796802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scp9ItKmxYI/AAAAAAAAC50/4Oq_8m-tNXA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Em grupo, análisar e debater a causa do erro na escrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317200020270909602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scp9PyfyiKI/AAAAAAAAC58/11x9sCT3AR8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317210420932831682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqGtL-06cI/AAAAAAAAC6M/fqnZ_ejFiYQ/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Continua a história das aventuras do Coelhinho Saltão na floresta (que aconteceu ao Coelhinho?; Será que se sentiu mais feliz?; Será que nunca mais se sentiu preso? ...). Mas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;atenção&lt;/span&gt;, utiliza de &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;forma correcta e frequente&lt;/span&gt; as palavras que apareceram no texto de forma errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;De repente, apareceu a dona, o cão assustou-se e a raposa conseguiu fugir. O Coelhinho também fugiu, e regressou à floresta para junto dos seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele arranjou muitos amigos selvagens. E chegaram a viver grandes aventuras todos juntos. Mas o Coelhinho Saltão, como não estava habituado a viver na floresta, passou por muitos perigos. A raposa continuava atrás dele, alguns dos animais selvagens tentavam caçá-lo, ficou preso no ramo de uma árvore, caiu a um poço, não se habituava à nova comida…&lt;br /&gt;O coelho começou a sentir-se infeliz porque não tinha a sua mãe e os seus três irmãos. E decidiu regressar à sua casa e viver junto da sua família. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-3940246031277879562?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/3940246031277879562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=3940246031277879562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/3940246031277879562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/3940246031277879562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-coelhinho-saltao.html' title='O Coelhinho Saltão'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scp9ItKmxYI/AAAAAAAAC50/4Oq_8m-tNXA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-1272030737666291659</id><published>2009-01-30T23:47:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:55:34.325Z</updated><title type='text'>Alice no País das Maravilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMPOPxpJSI/AAAAAAAACcs/kZ2rgvCPW7g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301597923772540194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMPOPxpJSI/AAAAAAAACcs/kZ2rgvCPW7g/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver competências específicas de compreensão de textos de teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Partindo da peça de teatro "Alice no País das Maravilhas" que a turma assistiu no teatro Rivoli (Porto) e apoiados no livro, fazer o registo da identificação e da importância de cada personagem; Fazer o registo-síntese sobre as personagens do texto; Selecção de falas e personagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Act. I - Em grupos de três alunos, responder ao seguinte questionário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Quais são as personagens que entram em "Alice no País das Maravilhas"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301593590623995330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMLSBihhcI/AAAAAAAACbc/uHOokTj5Ffg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZML9L__3vI/AAAAAAAACbs/-m_-MldRRXk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301594332166348530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZML9L__3vI/AAAAAAAACbs/-m_-MldRRXk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;b) Quantas são as falas de cada uma das personagens?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301594477257680450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMMFogd5kI/AAAAAAAACb0/T-OOC3U4ay0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Coloca por ordem os seus nomes, de acordo com o número de falas de cada personagem. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301595085180632866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMMpBMl_yI/AAAAAAAACb8/MpBpCAjkEVI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; d) Quem são as duas personagens mais importantes?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301597653638591410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMO-hcsM7I/AAAAAAAACck/H-GcVf823cg/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Act. II - Registo-síntese sobre as personagens do texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preenchimento de um quadro-síntese sobre as personagens. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301595535670628050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMNDPZxztI/AAAAAAAACcM/9oFgAogsiA4/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Act. III - Selecção de falas e personagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Qual a personagem mais divertida da história?&lt;br /&gt;b)Qual a fala mais engraçada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301596038574040066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZMNgg3S5AI/AAAAAAAACcU/-23zd6JdtUo/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E agora, queres ver o filme?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;... então vai clicando:&lt;/span&gt; Partes &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hK6AHoucQjY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLHkZX9u0xE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmaKMoRQoPw"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XroaC41Bl8w"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pt-voEfDVg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bxp_M98l5Bg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6SnOnpmGT8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ze9HzvbTEl4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-1272030737666291659?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#000099;"&gt;uz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;E trouxemos três presentes&lt;br /&gt;Pró Menino Jes&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-6745218270495869211?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/6745218270495869211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=6745218270495869211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/6745218270495869211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/6745218270495869211'/><link 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Luciana'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-5514044533943907451</id><published>2008-10-31T09:52:00.026Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:42:07.101Z</updated><title type='text'>O Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recolher Informações; Praticar e aperfeiçoamento de textos escritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tividades&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apresentação e registo do trabalho de pesquisa sobre as folhas do Outono; Debate sobre os textos produzidos procurando, das interpelações dos colegas e das sugestões, aperfeiçoar os textos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SQrVzZDl-cI/AAAAAAAABXg/xF1w7ZfvPWQ/s1600-h/Out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263254193411848642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SQrVzZDl-cI/AAAAAAAABXg/xF1w7ZfvPWQ/s200/Out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sabes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... por que as folhas mudam de cor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As folhas mudam de cor porque as horas do sol diminuem e os pigmentos verdes, que são a clorofila, desaparecem e aparecem os pigmentos de outras cores que estavam escondidos nas folhas verdas da Primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...por que as folhas caem das árvores?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Enquanto as folhas mudam de cor, o pé da folha seca, fazendo-as cair, com a ajuda do vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Uma folha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez uma folha muito bonita que andava perdida no jardim. De repente, veio um vento gelado e a sua amiga tempestade. Estavam a preparar alguma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O plano delas era, fazer com que ela fosse para um lugar mais bonito porque a folha também era. O sítio era um lindo paraíso colorido. Então sopraram com força e ajudaram a folha a viajar. Quando chegou fez grandes amigos e foi muito feliz. Enquanto a tempestade e o vento se divertiam a jogar ao eixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A folha Fafá e a folha Jojó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez, uma folha chamada Fafá. Essa folha era muito marota e todas as outras folhas a viam de uma forma diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia também encontrou uma folha diferente das outras. Aquela folha a compreendia, conseguia pô-la a sorrir, era uma folha espectacular.&lt;br /&gt;Elas viviam juntos na árvore. Um dia, decidiram fugir da árvore onde estavam as outras folhas. Foram à procura de uma grande árvore com tudo que eles desejavam até que um dia se apaixonaram.&lt;br /&gt;E depois as folhas Jojó e Fafá casaram e viveram felizes para sempre com os seus filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A folha pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma folha pequena que gostava de ser empurrada &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SR4DEGfrHzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/6ENv20qXJIs/s1600-h/Ester1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268651983067881266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SR4DEGfrHzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/6ENv20qXJIs/s200/Ester1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pelo vento. Um dia a folha pequena partiu numa grande viagem.&lt;br /&gt;A folha viu lindas paisagens: campos, montanhas, praias…&lt;br /&gt;Mas certo dia ela ficou cansada e com saudades da família.&lt;br /&gt;A folha pequena quis voltar para casa e quando encontrou a família disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Não há nada melhor do que a nossa casa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bruna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As folhas do Outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa linda manhã de Outono, uma menina estava em casa, a fazer um desenho sobre as folhas do Outono.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a menina acabou o seu desenho, foi à janela, e viu as folhas espalhadas no jardim. Foi logo a correr para o seu jardim fazer montes de folhas. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SR9PkbURdeI/AAAAAAAABco/EHK1gI1f0I8/s1600-h/Ester2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269017576273442274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SR9PkbURdeI/AAAAAAAABco/EHK1gI1f0I8/s200/Ester2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a menina acabou de fazer montes de folhas deu um mergulho como se estivesse numa piscina.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a menina brincava veio uma chuva e também uma ventania. A menina saiu rapidamente do jardim e foi para casa do seu amigo Tiago. Eles estiveram a fazer vários trabalhos com folhas. Passado algum tempo a menina foi-se embora, pois já estava a ficar tarde.&lt;br /&gt;A menina gostou desta manhã de Outono, porque brincou de uma maneira diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A folha do Outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SR4Bi_eXvjI/AAAAAAAABbA/wZ3wTFY-Jds/s1600-h/Ester3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268650314736057906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SR4Bi_eXvjI/AAAAAAAABbA/wZ3wTFY-Jds/s200/Ester3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa manhã fria de vento em que levava todas as folhas pelo ar e pareciam que dançavam, sorriam e brincavam pelos caminhos. Mas de repente começou uma tempestade e tiveram muito medo.&lt;br /&gt;De tarde, parou a tempestade e todos ficaram mais alegres e tornaram a dançar com o vento e voaram muito alegres.&lt;br /&gt;E quando parou o ventinho as folhas, muito cansadas, voltaram ao parque e acabaram por adormecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;João Tiago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mais informações sobre o Outono?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/outono.htm"&gt;Sim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-5514044533943907451?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/5514044533943907451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=5514044533943907451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/5514044533943907451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/5514044533943907451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-outono.html' title='O Outono'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SQrVzZDl-cI/AAAAAAAABXg/xF1w7ZfvPWQ/s72-c/Out.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-9067117587617848072</id><published>2008-06-17T23:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:16:12.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santos Populares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recriar personagens e acções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;presentar o teatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, em figuras animadas, da história "A Princesa da Chuva" de Luísa Ducla Soares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--jaodbhnRI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--jaodbhnRI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Reino das Reinetas, onde reinava o rei Reinaldo e a rainha Regina, nasceu a princesa Princelinda. A rainha disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu quero que a minha filha seja fadada por três fadas.&lt;br /&gt;E mandou pôr um anúncio 'em todos os jornais do reino.&lt;br /&gt;E logo de seguida apresentaram-se três fadas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a rainha entrou no salão com a Princelinda, as três fadas aproximaram-se e a mais velha disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fada (mais velha):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Aqui estamos para fadar a vossa filha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rei:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Fadai, fadai, senhoras fadas, porque sem fadas está muito difícil a vida dos reis.&lt;br /&gt;O despejador de penicos da corte disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despejador de Penicos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Ainda pior está o dos vassalos.&lt;br /&gt;E foi logo empurrado para o corredor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fada Rosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Pois eu te fado, princesa, para que sejas tão boa como nunca houve princesa no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fada Amarela:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - E eu te fado para que sejas tão bela como nunca houve outra princesa no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fada Azul:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Para que eu tenha forças para fadar a princesa preciso primeiro de um bom almoço.&lt;br /&gt;Voaram ordens até à cozinha, voaram tachos, panelas e frigideiras até ao fogão; voaram sopas, frangos, chouriços, ovos, doces, frutas, até à grande mesa onde diante de três pratos de ouro, esperavam as fadas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito bem comerem, a ama perguntou respeitosamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Posso ir buscar a princesinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FRygIWx3pU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FRygIWx3pU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fadas olharam e responderam todas três:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fadas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Se há tempo para fadar,&lt;br /&gt;Há tempo para pagar.&lt;br /&gt;O rei respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Tereis um pagamento real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1ª Fada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Para mim, quero o vosso coche de ouro puxado por dez cavalos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Como eu vou passear ao domingo com a família? É o meu melhor coche... são os meus melhores cavalos... mas palavra de rei não volta atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fada Amarela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Pois eu quero apenas as jóias da rainha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rainha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - E como vou eu apresentar-me? Já se viu alguma rainha sem jóias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fada Azul:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Pois eu contento-me com o dinheiro dos cofres do Estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ministro Finanças:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Como vou eu fazer as obras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ministro Educação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - E eu as escolas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ministro da Saúde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Quem vai fazer hospitais, pagar médicos e remédios sem dinheiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ministro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Não será possível fazer um abatimento, senhora fada? É que o país está em crise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fada 3ª :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Uma fada não faz abatimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ministro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Podia aceitar o pagamento a prestações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zvFLRjzJTo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zvFLRjzJTo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fada 3ª:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Só a pronto ou não fado a princesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ministro Finanças:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - E se a princesa ficasse só fadada por duas fadas?&lt;br /&gt;Então a rainha arrancou a princesa da ama e estendeu-a para a fada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rainha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Isto aqui é uma monarquia. Quem manda somos nós. Quero a princesa fadada pelas três fadas.&lt;br /&gt;Faz-se um silêncio de gelo.&lt;br /&gt;A fada pegou na menina, e, ouviu-se um estranho ruído de água a cair.&lt;br /&gt;Era a princesa a fazer chichi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxJDi-P0-GE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxJDi-P0-GE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu te fado para que sejas a Princesa da Chuva, para que chova sempre onde tu estiveres.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias, os meses, os anos foram passando. A princesa crescera em beleza e bondade. O reino deixara de ter estradas, escolas, hospitais... porque não tinham dinheiro. A chuva caía, caía e caía. As ruas tinham-se transformado em rios. Os fidalgos em vez de irem à caça pescavam das janelas. Os pastores guardavam bandos de patos e às portas do palácio, em vez de cães, havia gansos de guarda.&lt;br /&gt;A rainha e o rei disseram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWbkljsWVdg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWbkljsWVdg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rainha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Tudo por causa de umas calças de plástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Tudo pela tua antiquada mania das fadas!&lt;br /&gt;O povo estava muito cansado e diziam que a culpa era da princesa Princelinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Povo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Tudo por causa de uma malfadada princesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Princesa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Se eu sou a causa de todo o mal desta terra, o melhor é mudar-me.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, um sol radioso, iluminava a cidade.&lt;br /&gt;A princesa decidiu ir para os grandes desertos do Reino dos Reinetas.&lt;br /&gt;Durante três anos a princesa percorreu o país, não houve lugar, aldeia ou vila por onde ela passasse que não chovesse.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ouviu gritar:&lt;br /&gt;- Está a arder o palácio! Está a arder a cidade!&lt;br /&gt;Ela montou num cavalo e foi para o castelo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou ao castelo, apagou o incêndio. E todos compreenderam que foi um dom que a fada lhe tinha dado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C51bu568uJg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C51bu568uJg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então construíram uma estátua representando as fadas, a princesa e a ama, que não lhe tinha posto as calças de plástico. Até os animais estavam felizes...&lt;br /&gt;"Mal acabou a homenagem, a princesa despediu-se dos pais que olhavam enternecidos para as nuvens escuras que corriam no céu, pingando sobre a carruagem."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206249132547540722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SEBQAI2uhvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/jgZ4r3hMoPw/s400/Reinetas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-689337957963644345?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/689337957963644345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=689337957963644345' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/689337957963644345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/689337957963644345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/05/reino-das-reinetas.html' title='A Princesa da Chuva - Actividade II'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SEBQAI2uhvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/jgZ4r3hMoPw/s72-c/Reinetas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-5231904514982195997</id><published>2008-05-22T20:42:00.030+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:37:05.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princesa da Chuva - Actividade I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ouvir ler histórias e livros de extensão e complexidade progressivamente alargadas que correspondam aos interesses dos alunos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividades - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Em relação à história "A Princesa da Chuva", de Luísa Ducla Soares:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.º&lt;/span&gt; - Em grupo (de quatro elementos cada), observar a capa do livro, identificar o autor, o ilustrador, a editora e o título da obra. 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Posteriormente, após sorteio de três trabalhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;organizar a informação a partir dos comentários dos colegas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203584938564028066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDbY7o2uhqI/AAAAAAAAA94/SwBNzhFegg8/s320/Ester0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bruna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"O Jardim do Gigante"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as tardes, quando vinham da escola, as crianças costumavam ir brincar para o jardim do Gigante.&lt;br /&gt;Era um lindo e grande jardim, com relva verde muito macia. Aqui e ali, no meio da relva surgiam bonitas flores, como estrelas, e havia doze pessegueiros que na Primavera irrompiam em delicadas flores cor-de-rosa e pérola, e no Outono davam abundantes frutos. Os pássaros poisavam nas árvores e contavam tão suavemente que as crianças costumavam parar os seus jogos para os ouvirem. “Somos tão felizes, aqui!” gritavam umas às outras."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Escreve uma história que continue o texto que leste…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Somos tão felizes aqui!”- Gritavam umas às outras…&lt;br /&gt;E, no fim da escola, as crianças foram brincar para o jardim Gigante. Os pássaros continuavam a cantar nos ramos das árvores e as crianças pararam os seus jogos para os ouvirem chilrear.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, regressaram ao jardim. As crianças encontraram um passarinho caído no chão. Elas ficaram aflitas e com medo que o passarinho morresse. Então resolveram chamar o seu amigo Gigante para os ajudar a pô-lo no ninho.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças e o Gigante ficaram felizes por salvar a vida ao passarinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199196483452835218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCdBp7mqlZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/LOPMvB6zQAU/s320/ester04.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Diogo e Margarida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quando as crianças vinham da escola, apareceu o gigante Rogério e as crianças assustaram-se e começaram a gritar.&lt;br /&gt;O gigante queria ser amigo e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Não se assustem. Eu sou amigo. Posso brincar?&lt;br /&gt;-Sim!&lt;br /&gt;-Vamos brincar às caçadinhas? - perguntou o gigante.&lt;br /&gt;E começaram a brincar até anoitecer. Já estavam cansados quando o gigante Rogério disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Adeus amigos! Voltem sempre!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199195993826563442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCdBNbmqlXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rVoHe3HNCqI/s320/ester02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fábio e Rui &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Somos tão felizes aqui!” – gritavam umas às outras.&lt;br /&gt;E logo apareceu o gigante e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Os vossos pais não tem assim um jardim?&lt;br /&gt;E eles responderam:&lt;br /&gt;- Não, os nossos país são muito pobres…&lt;br /&gt;O gigante “Grandalhão”, como gostava muito dos meninos e já eram muito amigos, disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou rico e posso dar-vos algum dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças disseram:&lt;br /&gt;- Muito obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;Quando as crianças chegaram a casa, mostraram o dinheiro aos pais.&lt;br /&gt;As famílias conseguiram viver melhor e felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199196221459830146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCdBarmqlYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/MTSdwAxIT6I/s320/ester03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Tiago e Catarina &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/djFEYKrlLto&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-1781628718899580?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/1781628718899580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=1781628718899580' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/1781628718899580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/1781628718899580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/05/competncia-praticar-o-aperfeioamento-de.html' title='O Jardim do Gigante'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDbY7o2uhqI/AAAAAAAAA94/SwBNzhFegg8/s72-c/Ester0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-2540864315344810040</id><published>2008-04-23T18:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:19:02.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu biopoema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Praticar o aperfeiçoamento de textos produzidos, em grupo, com o professor e integrá-los em circuitos comunicativos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrever individualmente o seu biopoema. De seguida, escolher aliatoriamente quatro biopoemas para, após o seu enriquecimento por comentários dos colegas, serem introduzidos no blog da turma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bruna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtRdl4YXCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gf_aaGpA3Dw/s1600-h/Este4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195836163928644642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtRdl4YXCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gf_aaGpA3Dw/s200/Este4.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou bonita, alta, magra e faladora.&lt;br /&gt;Sou irmã da Cátia, Tânia, Mónica, Telma e Verónica.&lt;br /&gt;Sou filha de Carla e Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de fazer desporto, dançar e ler.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me contente, sorridente e, às vezes, triste.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de atenção, inteligência e de estudar mais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo de crocodilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;José&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtSDV4YXDI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ga9hyBiAwuk/s1600-h/Este1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195836812468706354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtSDV4YXDI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ga9hyBiAwuk/s200/Este1.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bonito, alto, magro e tem cabelo comprido.&lt;br /&gt;Tem três irmãos e é filho de Maria e Diogo.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de jogar futebol.&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se contente e hoje doente.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de ser inteligente, ser educado e ter juízo.&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo de cobras, crocodilos e tubarões.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de ver neve, ser futebolista e de fazer trabalhos bonitos.&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda os seus amigos nos testes.&lt;br /&gt;Vive em Ferreiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Diogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtSP14YXEI/AAAAAAAAA2o/A5OGuN85bwM/s1600-h/Este2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195837027217071170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="161" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtSP14YXEI/AAAAAAAAA2o/A5OGuN85bwM/s200/Este2.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É alta, empenhada, inteligente e brincalhona.&lt;br /&gt;Filha de Marco e Cláudia.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de brincar, de ver televisão, de comer pipocas, de jogar a sua PSP, de tirar fotografias e de gravar vídeos.&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se contente e alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de juízo, de trabalhar mais e de estudar a tabuada.&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo de cobras, tubarões e leões.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de fazer novelas, de ter vestidos lindos e de ser atriz.&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda os outros quando têm dificuldades.&lt;br /&gt;Vive em Braga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtSl14YXGI/AAAAAAAAA24/q8LnkFqXdfQ/s1600-h/Este3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195837405174193250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtSl14YXGI/AAAAAAAAA24/q8LnkFqXdfQ/s200/Este3.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alto, inteligente, participante e falador.&lt;br /&gt;Irmão de Renata, filho de Lola e Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de basketbol e futebol.&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se contente.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de juízo, estar mais atento e não ser trapalhão.&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo de tubarões, crocodilos e leões.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter trabalhos, ter juízo e ser arquitecto.&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda os outros por prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Vive em Frossos, na Rua da Escola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fernandes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjUshEvLyM0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjUshEvLyM0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-2540864315344810040?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/2540864315344810040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=2540864315344810040' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2540864315344810040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2540864315344810040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/04/bruna-sou-bonita-alta-magra-e-faladora.html' title='O meu biopoema'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBtRdl4YXCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gf_aaGpA3Dw/s72-c/Este4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-2074475324828658031</id><published>2008-04-10T23:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:24:36.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Nossos Nomes em Acróstico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Produzir textos escritos por iniciativa própria, a partir de palavras dadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; Construir um poema, iniciando os versos pela letra do seu nome, escrito na vertical (acróstico).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__YAvx9xmI/AAAAAAAAAu0/egOKjHGwTDk/s1600-h/Es1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188102803091736162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__YAvx9xmI/AAAAAAAAAu0/egOKjHGwTDk/s200/Es1.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;elma é o meu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;legante eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eio livros porque são divertidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;elhor amigo é o livro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doro ler livros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;argarida é nome de uma flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Margarida é inteligente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i-se muito &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__QCvx9xTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/NIn5-A94fJg/s1600-h/Es2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188094041358452018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__QCvx9xTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/NIn5-A94fJg/s200/Es2.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osta de estudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Margarida é bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;espira enquanto brinca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squeiro é perigoso para ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aqui a alguns dias faço anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; margarida está no campo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lexandra gosta de jogar no computador &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__QN_x9xUI/AAAAAAAAAsk/XdrcBEMKBZs/s1600-h/Es3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188094234631980354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__QN_x9xUI/AAAAAAAAAsk/XdrcBEMKBZs/s200/Es3.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;embrou-se de ganhar à outra equipa num jogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;es ficaram muito tristes porque perderam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;adrez gosto muito de jogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndo sempre no computador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ada me acontece nos jogos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;á-me tristeza quando perco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;apidamente acabo o trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntes e depois do almoço brinco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__QfPx9xVI/AAAAAAAAAss/FXZBXv8RZY4/s1600-h/Es4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188094530984723794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="109" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__QfPx9xVI/AAAAAAAAAss/FXZBXv8RZY4/s200/Es4.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iana joga às caçadinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gual às outras meninas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s folhas das árvores caem e eu apanho-as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a Natureza eu brinco muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tiro o ramo de flores para o ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ui gosta de brincar &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__Qwvx9xWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/h5CJ0TQfkXc/s1600-h/Es5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188094831632434530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="145" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__Qwvx9xWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/h5CJ0TQfkXc/s200/Es5.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vas para mim são saborosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rmão é o meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erante uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;scondo o relógio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou a minha amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imo as palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;culos eu uso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__RE_x9xYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GVq_ZMd6CFY/s1600-h/Es6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188095179524785538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__RE_x9xYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GVq_ZMd6CFY/s200/Es6.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osé gosta de passear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meu nome é Camisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou uma grande camisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o pai camisão, zanga-se quando faço asneiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oão Tiago é um bocadinho trapalhão &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__TZPx9xeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UnHNLiBgFUw/s1600-h/Es12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188097726440392162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="148" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__TZPx9xeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UnHNLiBgFUw/s200/Es12.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; João Tiago corre todos os anos no 25 de Abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mãe e o pai do João Tiago amigos são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; João Tiago joga no SCBraga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ol bonito brilhando no céu &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCdUWbmqlaI/AAAAAAAAA6w/PbRbxBHhZHg/s1600-h/ester01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199217039166313890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" height="102" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCdUWbmqlaI/AAAAAAAAA6w/PbRbxBHhZHg/s200/ester01.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;miga das plantas, não calco nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;io-me muito com a minha irmã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doro chocolate no leite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iguel foi às compras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nventa histórias &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__SC_x9xZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/GOyqFGW0KRg/s1600-h/Es7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188096244676674962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__SC_x9xZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/GOyqFGW0KRg/s200/Es7.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osta de andar de bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vas são boas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u gosto de brincar às caçadinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er faz bem para aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iogo anda de bicicleta &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__Sbvx9xaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YNcwwUyucms/s1600-h/Es8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188096669878437282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__Sbvx9xaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YNcwwUyucms/s200/Es8.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nvento histórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Diogo é magro e alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osto de jogar computador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Benfica é a minha equipa preferida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asar na igreja &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__Sqfx9xbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1euNpP42cOU/s1600-h/Es9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188096923281507762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="158" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__Sqfx9xbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1euNpP42cOU/s200/Es9.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tar o ramo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ratar do bébe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;judar a limpar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eunião dos filhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;nventar histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amorado a aturar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cabar com ele se estiver a chatear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atarina vai à piscina &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__VSvx9xkI/AAAAAAAAAuk/B1Br3c5sYb8/s1600-h/Es18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188099813794498114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__VSvx9xkI/AAAAAAAAAuk/B1Br3c5sYb8/s200/Es18.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; minha mãe é linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eatro é bonito e engraçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndar faz bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atos eu odeio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maginativa e bem comportada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o parque eu gosto de brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Catarina gosta de comer gelados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__S3_x9xcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KDt6NXYyrYg/s1600-h/Es10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188097155209741762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__S3_x9xcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KDt6NXYyrYg/s200/Es10.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ábio muito perguiçoso e sempre a conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndo de bicicleta sempre que quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rinco com os meus amigos às caçadinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nteresso-me e esforço-me para aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;deio queijo porque me faz esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iago é pintor &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__TIfx9xdI/AAAAAAAAAts/IXcms0CzQwM/s1600-h/Es11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188097438677583314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="139" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__TIfx9xdI/AAAAAAAAAts/IXcms0CzQwM/s200/Es11.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;greja irei pintar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rquitecto será a minha profissão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osto de jogar futebol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tiago é um bocado chato e teimoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ado é para jogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; minha actividade preferida é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;adar no mar com ondas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lha vou explorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vou aprender muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ago com a água limpa e pura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__T4vx9xfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/VFDx2_BoFfo/s1600-h/Es13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188098267606271474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__T4vx9xfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/VFDx2_BoFfo/s200/Es13.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aula é do Benfica e gosta de jogar à bola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nda contente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vas são muito boas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ogo à tarde vai à piscina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dora ver o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__UFfx9xgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/HgiifZ2JsWw/s1600-h/Es14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188098486649603586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="135" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__UFfx9xgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/HgiifZ2JsWw/s200/Es14.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eatriz vê televisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u estou no parque a brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; minha mãe é bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enho olhos azuis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osto bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nvento livros de histórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ínia é a minha flor preferida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__UdPx9xhI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MT0FzAiXrFM/s1600-h/Es15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188098894671496722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__UdPx9xhI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MT0FzAiXrFM/s200/Es15.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anela aberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vo de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rvore na terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhos azuis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ata gelo é o gelo que eu gosto de jogar &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__U2fx9xiI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gNg6FhatmrI/s1600-h/Es16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188099328463193634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="130" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__U2fx9xiI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gNg6FhatmrI/s200/Es16.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doro ver televisão na sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asgo as folhas quando me engano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aio de bicicleta na rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lho para o cartaz para aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ota bonita tenho uma vermelha &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__VDfx9xjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YwBtPyQtCbg/s1600-h/Es17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188099551801493042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__VDfx9xjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YwBtPyQtCbg/s200/Es17.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doro brincar com a mota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oda a mota no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arta é para escrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vo é bonito &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aloiçar no baloiço &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188100445154690642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__V3fx9xlI/AAAAAAAAAus/m6Y0SwhlIpQ/s200/Es19.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;espirar o ar da praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m colar bonito e brincos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;adar na praia com os meus pais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndar com a minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Queres ver outros textos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/04/acrstico.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/04/objectivo-conhecer-estrutura-de-um.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nai0708t30.blogspot.com/2008/04/receita-notcia-lengalenga-ou-poesia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mais ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__V3fx9xlI/AAAAAAAAAus/m6Y0SwhlIpQ/s1600-h/Es19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-2074475324828658031?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/2074475324828658031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=2074475324828658031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2074475324828658031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2074475324828658031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-elma-o-meu-nome-e-legante-eu-sou-l.html' title='Os Nossos Nomes em Acróstico'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__YAvx9xmI/AAAAAAAAAu0/egOKjHGwTDk/s72-c/Es1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-8097669751022418933</id><published>2008-04-04T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:51:39.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Machada Machadinha do José e da Joaquina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver a imaginação e a criatividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; Recontar a história e escrever um texto, imaginando a vida de casados do José e da Joaquina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_vJdij2tyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HpQSBJ7lr30/s1600-h/machado1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186960905177839394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_vJdij2tyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HpQSBJ7lr30/s200/machado1.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era uma vez um rapaz e uma rapariga que estavam a pensar casar. Ela chamava-se José e ela Joaquina.&lt;br /&gt;Um colega avisou o José que a sua namorada era tonta e desmiolada. Mas o José não ligou ao que o colega disse…&lt;br /&gt;Na véspera do casamento, num jantar, a Joaquina foi a adega buscar vinho. E aproveitou para ir ver a sua casa nova. Quando viu um machado no tecto ficou pasmada e muito aflita, esquecendo-se do vinho e inundando a adega. Como estava a demorar muito, o pai, a mãe e o namorado foram procurá-la. O José perguntou-lhe porque é que estava a demorar e ela respondeu-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- “Amanhã casamos, depois havemos de ter um filho. Vamos que o machado que está a enfeitar o tecto cai em cima do nosso menino.”&lt;br /&gt;Então o José resolveu não casar porque começou a aperceber-se que ela não era muito ajuizada, pois era muito fácil de resolver a situação. Durante a viagem, o José encontrou pessoas muito estranhas, como uma velha com a candeia no nariz pois dizia que à noite não a conseguia encontrar; dois homens a mandarem ovos contra um muro para o deitarem a baixo; um velho que tentava apanhar o sol e um grupo de soldados deitados que diziam que não se conseguiam levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Então o José decidiu regressar a casa. “Pelos vistos, mais juízo teria a sua Joaquina. “E voltou a pedi-la em casamento. Ela aceitou. E… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Catarina Filipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186999680142587698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_vsuij2tzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/NMRw5FycMD4/s320/machadinha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Machadinha do José e da Joaquina...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois do José e da Joaquina se casarem a vida deles seria assim:&lt;br /&gt;A Joaquina já não fazia palermices, mas fazia algumas para divertir o filho. E o seu filho vai chamar-se José como o pai. Às vezes a Joaquina ia dar um passeio com o filho e com o José. E às vezes o José reparava que a Joaquina já não fazia palermices. E assim o José e a Joaquina viveram felizes para sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186246527562462850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_k_vSj2toI/AAAAAAAAApE/fe47tVEcDKM/s320/Ester7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Trabalho realizado pela Ana Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Machadinha do José e da Joaquina…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de José e Joaquina casarem tiveram um filho muito lindo. Mas a Joaquina estava um bocado parva porque ainda continuava a pensar que o machado ia cair na cabeça do bebé. Depois o José disse-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;-Achas que o machado ia cair na cabeça do bebé? Eu acho que estavas a ser parva…&lt;br /&gt;-Desculpa tens razão, estava sim.&lt;br /&gt;-Mas, marido, agora que eu vou trabalhar quem é que vai ficar com ele? -Disse ela.&lt;br /&gt;-Podia ficar na avó, na prima ou na tia.&lt;br /&gt;A mãe do menino disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Ficar na prima.&lt;br /&gt;A Joaquina tirou o machado da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabia que o machado não ia cair na cabeça do bebé. E deixou de fazer palermices.&lt;br /&gt;E a história acaba aqui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186246355763770994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_k_lSj2tnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PcNl0tzbGR0/s320/Ester8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Trabalho realizado pela Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Machadinha do José e da Joaquina…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de casados a Joaquina teve um filho que também era pateta. Era tal mãe tal filho, era meio aparvoado como a Joaquina.&lt;br /&gt;O José estava baralhado: - Mulher totó e filho parvo! Disse o José.&lt;br /&gt;-O que é que eu faço? – Pergunta o José.&lt;br /&gt;O José resolveu pô-lo na escola para aprenderem.&lt;br /&gt;Então o José assim fez. Depois de muito estudar voltaram para casa e viveram felizes para sempre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186246136720438882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_k_Yij2tmI/AAAAAAAAAo0/KQuN20Ncfoo/s320/Ester9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Trabalho realizado pelo Fábio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Machadinha do José e da Joaquina…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de casados a Joaquina ganhou juízo com o exemplo do seu marido José.&lt;br /&gt;A Joaquina deixou de fazer os disparates.&lt;br /&gt;E viveram felizes para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186245934856975954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_k_Myj2tlI/AAAAAAAAAos/1rtcryGkNVE/s320/Ester10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Trabalho realizado pelo Rui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-8097669751022418933?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/8097669751022418933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=8097669751022418933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/8097669751022418933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/8097669751022418933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/04/machada-machadinha-do-jos-e-da-joaquina.html' title='A Machada Machadinha do José e da Joaquina'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_vJdij2tyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HpQSBJ7lr30/s72-c/machado1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-7009502382058019364</id><published>2008-03-20T11:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:45:33.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinta Pedagógica de Braga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Praticar o aperfeiçoamento de textos produzidos, em grupo, com o professor e integrá-los em circuitos comunicativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dar notícias da visita de estudo à Quinta Pedagógica de Braga, por grupos de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Animais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 6 de Março fomos à Quinta Pedagógica. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JOQCj2tdI/AAAAAAAAAno/AI2fcVyK8XU/s1600-h/Este1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179788558901622226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JOQCj2tdI/AAAAAAAAAno/AI2fcVyK8XU/s200/Este1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegámos, calçámos as galochas e limpámos o estábulo, alguns meninos foram com a senhora Cristina limpar o estábulo das ovelhas e das cabras e tinha dois bodes. Os outros foram limpar o estábulo que tinha duas vacas, dois cavalos, um pónei uma vitela e um burro.&lt;br /&gt;Depois levámos o estrume no carrinho de mão para as plantas crescerem.&lt;br /&gt;No final pusemo-nos, novamente em fila e o senhor Tiago esteve a limpar as galochas que estavam muito sujas.&lt;br /&gt;Nós gostamos muito de tratar dos animais e sentíamo-nos muito contentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ana Catarina&lt;br /&gt;Bruna&lt;br /&gt;João Tiago&lt;br /&gt;Fábio&lt;br /&gt;Marco Gomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Aves&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JODyj2tcI/AAAAAAAAAng/0uH6IvcPRdY/s1600-h/Ester3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179788348448224706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JODyj2tcI/AAAAAAAAAng/0uH6IvcPRdY/s200/Ester3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Quinta Pedagógica vimos muitos animais domésticos. Alguns eram aves, como patos, galinhas, rolas e gansos.&lt;br /&gt;Estes animais têm duas patas, o corpo coberto de pêlos, um bico e asas para voar.&lt;br /&gt;O mais interessante foi o que aprendemos na visita de estudo.&lt;br /&gt;Os gansos são maiores que os patos, e por isso têm de dormir em casotas de tamanhos diferentes. A Cristina também nos ensinou &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JN5Sj2tbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/s8WaVHMFObg/s1600-h/Ester4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179788168059598258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JN5Sj2tbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/s8WaVHMFObg/s200/Ester4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que os gansos é que alertavam a entrada de uma pessoa estranha na Quinta.&lt;br /&gt;Esta visita de estudo foi muito interessante e gostámos muito porque não sentimos nenhuma dificuldade e aprendemos muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Catarina Filipa&lt;br /&gt;Tiago Daniel &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JObyj2teI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Nry2yn6L7wg/s1600-h/Ester2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179788760765085154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JObyj2teI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Nry2yn6L7wg/s200/Ester2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula Daniela&lt;br /&gt;João Pedro&lt;br /&gt;Diana Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Plantas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós fomos à Quinta Pedagógica e vimos muitas plantas. Durante a visita, a Cristina disse que tínhamos que nos comportar bem e estar atentos. No jardim, algumas plantas eram aromáticas, umas cheiravam mal e outras cheiravam bem. Também vimos que algumas plantas eram cultivadas e outras espontâneas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De seguida, fomos ver a horta que tinha muitas plantas, como cebola, cenouras, alface, ervilhas, batatas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No pomar, algumas árvores de fruto já estavam em flor, como os pessegueiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós gostamos muito de trabalhar na quinta. Nós achamos que esta visita foi muito divertida e interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JNkyj2taI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lb_T3jhgMvc/s1600-h/Ester5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179787815872279970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JNkyj2taI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lb_T3jhgMvc/s200/Ester5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ana Margarida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Telma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamíferos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De manhã fomos à Quinta Pedagógica e vimos muitos animais domésticos. Os animais mamíferos eram os cavalos, porcos, vacas, gatos, ovelhas, cabras e cães. Estes animais têm o corpo coberto de pêlos, bebem leite da mãe e tem quatro patas.&lt;br /&gt;Deste grupo de animais, o nosso preferido foi a Flecha. Nós fizemos festinhas e ela fugia de nós todos, parecia que estávamos a jogar às caçadinhas. Também fizemos festinhas à gata, que estava prenha.&lt;br /&gt;Nós vimos um vitelo pequenino, deitado na palha seca, separado da mãe vaca. Vimos o pai dos porquinhos sempre atrás da mãe porca, os filhos porquinhos estavam à beira do pai e em cima da lama. Vimos um cão que se chamava Frodo que não parava de ladrar e tentava subir à rede. Junto estava outro cão com o capacete na cabeça porque lhe estava a cair o pêlo do corpo e da cabeça. E vimos coelhos na gaiola. E os porquinhos-da-índia estavam junto aos pássaros. Também vimos uma vaca a comer.&lt;br /&gt;Esta visita de estudo foi muito interessante, engraçada e divertida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JNbSj2tZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SaRqY_kp9f4/s1600-h/Ester6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179787652663522706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JNbSj2tZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SaRqY_kp9f4/s200/Ester6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Diogo&lt;br /&gt;José&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra&lt;br /&gt;Marco Melo&lt;br /&gt;Miguel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Queres saber mais?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://animais.clix.pt/zoos.php?id=10"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-7009502382058019364?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/7009502382058019364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=7009502382058019364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/7009502382058019364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/7009502382058019364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/03/visita-de-estudo-quinta-pedaggica.html' title='Quinta Pedagógica de Braga'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R-JOQCj2tdI/AAAAAAAAAno/AI2fcVyK8XU/s72-c/Este1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-2045946553557079304</id><published>2008-02-29T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:16:24.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O menino Grão de Milho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; Experimentar múltiplas situações que despertem e desenvolvam o gosto pela Língua escrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; Registar os seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172435096689344706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8guUNHugMI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5cDJzFJL-KE/s400/Gan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhar.no.sapo.pt/nuvem.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A nuvem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172439224152916194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="423" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gyEdHugOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VMiLKzWHpHQ/s400/Gan2.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://chicailheu.blogs.sapo.pt/744644.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Novo sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172434817516470418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8guD9HugJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/s0jp7FWW0PE/s400/Gan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://matriz2006.blogs.sapo.pt/523971.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Também eu tenho um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gt9tHugII/AAAAAAAAAVg/YUdLu3XRU_o/s1600-h/Gan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172434710142288002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gt9tHugII/AAAAAAAAAVg/YUdLu3XRU_o/s400/Gan5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.silviamota.com.br/belasartesbelas/poemas/antes2007/permitamesonhar.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Permita-me sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gsudHugGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/keuYVUmU_N0/s1600-h/Gan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172433348637655138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gsudHugGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/keuYVUmU_N0/s400/Gan6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://namibianotombua.multiply.com/journal/item/428/PINTEI_UM_SONHO_Poema_de_Laura_Lopes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pintei um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gsmtHugFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XcNRtSL3cGk/s1600-h/Gan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172433215493668946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gsmtHugFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XcNRtSL3cGk/s400/Gan7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sonhando3.no.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Refúgeo dos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gr_NHugDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/diJHvjktHJM/s1600-h/Gan8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172432536888836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gr_NHugDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/diJHvjktHJM/s400/Gan8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhar.no.sapo.pt/respirar.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aqo6gmT-9Bo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172432446694522914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gr59HugCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zhMnqCqOV0s/s400/Gan9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aqo6gmT-9Bo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O mundo pelas lentes de uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172432365090144274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lCxg423ReM"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172431205448974290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gqxtHuf9I/AAAAAAAAAUM/HJu8o-FcT0M/s400/Gan12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172436840446066898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8gv5tHugNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jBM2uVlML_I/s400/Gan13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://sonhar.no.sapo.pt/noite.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172432146046812162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8grodHugAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Ug8xyXfikSE/s400/Gan14.jpg" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-2045946553557079304?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/2045946553557079304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=2045946553557079304' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2045946553557079304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2045946553557079304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='O menino Grão de Milho'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8guUNHugMI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5cDJzFJL-KE/s72-c/Gan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-3085804577929693839</id><published>2008-02-25T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:47:27.378Z</updated><title type='text'>O Macaco de Rabo Cortado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recriar textos em várias linguagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Descrever e ilustrar em banda desenhada a história de "O Macaco de Rabo Cortado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um macaco mariola, que andava de bata e sacola como se fosse para a escola. Os rapazes troçavam dele e diziam:&lt;br /&gt;- Macaco escondido com o rabo de fora… Macaco escondido com o rabo de fora… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170963847602210866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8L0OPK3iDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/d-01lsuOMjc/s320/Gan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À esquerda:&lt;/span&gt; Então o macaco foi a uma barbearia cortar o rabo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À direita:&lt;/span&gt; O macaco arrependeu-se e foi ao barbeiro para lhe devolver o rabo. Como o barbeiro já não o tinha, zangou-se e roubou-lhe a navalha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170958307094398978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8LvLvK3iAI/AAAAAAAAASY/NJPun8hVnEg/s320/Gan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À esquerda:&lt;/span&gt; Passou por uma peixaria e deu a navalha à peixeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À direita:&lt;/span&gt; O macaco quis outra vez a navalha. Mas a peixeira já não a tinha porque se tinha partido. Ele zangou-se e fez outra traquinice, pegou numa canastra de sardinhas e fugiu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170958126705772530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8LvBPK3h_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/aX9tn1EVO2Y/s320/Gan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À esquerda:&lt;/span&gt; Depois o macaco deu as sardinhas ao padeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À direita:&lt;/span&gt; O macaco quis outra vez as sardinhas, mas o padeiro já as tinha comido. Então o macaco zangou-se e decidiu levar um saco de farinha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170957521115383762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8Lud_K3h9I/AAAAAAAAASA/xB-1b-LFXyA/s320/Gan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À esquerda:&lt;/span&gt; Ao passar pela escola o macaco deu o saco de farinha à professora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À direita:&lt;/span&gt; O macaco mariola quis outra vez o saco de farinha e voltou à escola, ficou zangado e levou uma menina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170957104503556034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8LuFvK3h8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/MTsVuUlGf7o/s400/Gan5.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;À esquerda:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O macaco teve pena da menina e levou-a à mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;À direita:&lt;/span&gt; Como tinha saudades, o macaco quis outra vez a menina. A mãe e o macaco zangaram-se. O macaco roubou a camisa à mãe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170956730841401266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8Ltv_K3h7I/AAAAAAAAARw/XvPtd58cJ64/s320/Gan6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O macaco ao passar por um violeiro, deu-lhe a camisa. Mas como de costume, arrependeu-se, voltou atrás e roubou-lhe a viola. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170953681414621074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8Lq-fK3h5I/AAAAAAAAARg/bXuuNzVFwgU/s320/Gan7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O macaco fugiu e subiu para o telhado. Cá em baixo estavam muitas pessoas: o voleiro, o pai e a mãe da menina, a professora, a peixeira, o barbeiro e muitas crianças cantavam ao desafio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha o macaco mariola&lt;br /&gt;que do rabo fez navalha&lt;br /&gt;da navalha fez sardinha&lt;br /&gt;da sardinha fez farinha&lt;br /&gt;da farinha fez menina&lt;br /&gt;da menina fez camisa&lt;br /&gt;da camisa fez viola&lt;br /&gt;e agora deu à sola&lt;br /&gt;e agora deu à sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O macaco no telhado, repimpado, pegou na viola e respondeu-lhes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pois se agora dei à sola&lt;br /&gt;Pois se agora vos fugi&lt;br /&gt;É que a mim ninguém me enrola&lt;br /&gt;E de mim ninguém se ri.&lt;br /&gt;Tinglintim, Tinglintim&lt;br /&gt;Tinglintim, Tinglintim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá em baixo, continuava a surriada. Riam-se e cantavam para ele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha o macaco mariola,&lt;br /&gt;Estarola e gabarola&lt;br /&gt;Com pancada na cachola,&lt;br /&gt;Dá e tira, mata e esfola,&lt;br /&gt;Ora parte, ora cola,&lt;br /&gt;Ora mete para a sacola…&lt;br /&gt;Dá a esmola, tira a esmola&lt;br /&gt;Mariola, mariola&lt;br /&gt;Quem te meta na gaiola,&lt;br /&gt;Quem te meta na gaiola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o macaco no telhado respondia ao desafio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não me metam na gaiola&lt;br /&gt;Que de mim ninguém se ri.&lt;br /&gt;A tocar nesta viola&lt;br /&gt;Tinglintim, Tinglintim,&lt;br /&gt;A dançar com castanholas&lt;br /&gt;Vou daqui para Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o macaco mariola&lt;br /&gt;e o rei do charivari,&lt;br /&gt;porque a mim ninguém me enrola&lt;br /&gt;e a tocar nesta viola&lt;br /&gt;Tinglintim, Tinglintim&lt;br /&gt;Não tenham pena de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tinglintim, Tinglintim&lt;br /&gt;Não tenham pena de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Tinglintim, Tinglintim&lt;br /&gt;Não tenham pena de mim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se embora o macaco... e a história acaba aqui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebemoniz.prof2000.pt/projectos/9A/macaco/historia2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...ler mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/lp3.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...vê e lê de forma divertida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-3085804577929693839?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/3085804577929693839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=3085804577929693839' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/3085804577929693839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/3085804577929693839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-macaco-de-rabo-cortado.html' title='O Macaco de Rabo Cortado'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8L0OPK3iDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/d-01lsuOMjc/s72-c/Gan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-8540856054013325873</id><published>2008-02-13T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:51:13.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Jogos com rimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Construir rimas e cantilenas a partir de palavras dadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Depois do último texto que fizemos sobre o Inverno, brincámos com os sons das palavras e escrevemos mais coisas sobre o Inverno, mas agora usando palavras com rima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno ouço a chuva&lt;br /&gt;A cair,&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém se vai rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rui Pedro&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Inverno é uma gota a cair&lt;br /&gt;A chuva a rir&lt;br /&gt;E o vento a aplaudir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Catarina Filipa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva a cair&lt;br /&gt;O vento a abanar&lt;br /&gt;O frio a rir&lt;br /&gt;E o Inverno a passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miguel Faria&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nuvem a mexer&lt;br /&gt;O sol a tremer&lt;br /&gt;O gelo a derreter&lt;br /&gt;A chuva a pingar&lt;br /&gt;O vento a soprar&lt;br /&gt;A janela a fechar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fábio Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Inverno, cai a neve&lt;br /&gt;A vegetação está branquinha.&lt;br /&gt;Acendi uma fogueira,&lt;br /&gt;Para ficar mais quentinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diana Catarina&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva a cair,&lt;br /&gt;O vento a espreitar pela janela&lt;br /&gt;A neve a derreter&lt;br /&gt;E a criança a correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;João Tiago&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7Xt2_K3hpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LmHGPEY8tro/s1600-h/got1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167297676403246738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7Xt2_K3hpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LmHGPEY8tro/s200/got1.JPG" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno está muito frio&lt;br /&gt;Para não ficar com gripe,&lt;br /&gt;Ponho-me muito agasalhado.&lt;br /&gt;E fico dentro de casa&lt;br /&gt;Para não ficar arrepiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiago Duarte&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverno sem brasão&lt;br /&gt;É um grande arrepio&lt;br /&gt;Os ursos hibernam&lt;br /&gt;Pois está muito frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ana Catarina Costa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno há muito frio&lt;br /&gt;Para eu não apanhar nenhum arrepio&lt;br /&gt;Ando bem agasalhada&lt;br /&gt;Para não ficar constipada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paula&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverno é a chuva&lt;br /&gt;A cair na rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ana Margarida&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Inverno a chegar&lt;br /&gt;O frio a começar&lt;br /&gt;O vento a soprar&lt;br /&gt;A chuva a pingar&lt;br /&gt;E o coração a abanar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiago Duarte&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Inverno canta…&lt;br /&gt;Ping…Ping…Ping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;João Pedro&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno&lt;br /&gt;Chove muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diogo Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7XtyPK3hoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/D_BJocMp6lk/s1600-h/got2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167297594798868098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7XtyPK3hoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/D_BJocMp6lk/s200/got2.JPG" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno está muito frio.&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que eu me cubro&lt;br /&gt;Com a manta do meu tio&lt;br /&gt;Senão apanho um arrepio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beatriz&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva a cair&lt;br /&gt;O vento a soprar&lt;br /&gt;Portas fechadas&lt;br /&gt;E o frio a chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bruna&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno está frio&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tivesse&lt;br /&gt;A manta do meu tio&lt;br /&gt;Eu morria de frio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-8540856054013325873?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/8540856054013325873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=8540856054013325873' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/8540856054013325873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/8540856054013325873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/02/jogos-com-rimas.html' title='Jogos com rimas'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7Xt2_K3hpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LmHGPEY8tro/s72-c/got1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737605069591201870.post-2431985529960476987</id><published>2008-02-12T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:59:38.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Praticar o aperfeiçoamento de textos produzidos, em grupo, com a professora e integrá-los em circuitos comunicativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Construir um pequeno texto, após o desenvolvimento da área vocabular sobre o Inverno.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188110078766335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="356" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__eoPx9xpI/AAAAAAAAAvI/vGCALdUWHm4/s320/Es20.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;O Inverno é uma estação do ano, que começa a 21 de Dezembro e termina a 20 de Março.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo está frio, chove, troveja, cai neve e geada… Na neve podemos brincar, fazer bonecos de neve, ski e patinagem. Como está muito frio as pessoas têm que andar agasalhadas com cachecóis, gorros, galochas e de ficar em casa juntinho à lareira.&lt;br /&gt;As festas que se festejam no Inverno são: Natal, passagem de ano, Reis e Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno a Natureza está triste porque o vento sopra e as árvores estão despidas.&lt;br /&gt;Nós gostamos do Inverno porque é divertido brincar na neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Canção:&lt;/span&gt; Faz frio, chegou o Inverno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio, chegou o Inverno&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio e logo vai chover. } &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de usar casaco,&lt;br /&gt;Luva, gorro e botas p’ra me aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio, não posso ir p’ra rua,&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio e não posso ir brincar. } &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vou ter que ficar em casa,&lt;br /&gt;Juntinho à lareira, p’ra me aconchegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/inverno.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...saber mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737605069591201870-2431985529960476987?l=oc0708t17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/feeds/2431985529960476987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737605069591201870&amp;postID=2431985529960476987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2431985529960476987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737605069591201870/posts/default/2431985529960476987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-inverno.html' title='O Inverno'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__eoPx9xpI/AAAAAAAAAvI/vGCALdUWHm4/s72-c/Es20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
