<?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-4235146677075042594</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:55:03.631Z</updated><title type='text'>EB1/JI Gondizalves - Turma 3</title><subtitle type='html'>2007/08 - Alunos dos 1º/3º e 4º anos; 2008/09 - 2º e 4º anos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.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-4235146677075042594.post-5132486124997452248</id><published>2009-05-15T14:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:22:31.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-5132486124997452248?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/5132486124997452248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=5132486124997452248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5132486124997452248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5132486124997452248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-1032699133553186275</id><published>2009-05-15T14:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:23:26.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O concerto dos alunos do Centro Novais e Sousa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sg1sPRMAO9I/AAAAAAAADfI/zd1QzaANtJI/s1600-h/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336040143071493074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sg1sPRMAO9I/AAAAAAAADfI/zd1QzaANtJI/s320/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sg1rwA8yJrI/AAAAAAAADfA/2ErQEtnokvg/s1600-h/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336039606136743602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sg1rwA8yJrI/AAAAAAAADfA/2ErQEtnokvg/s320/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sg1rlSOWjlI/AAAAAAAADe4/YU1Jjbvmbmo/s1600-h/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336039421795274322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sg1rlSOWjlI/AAAAAAAADe4/YU1Jjbvmbmo/s320/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 6 de Maio os alunos do Centro Novais e Sousa, trouxeram à nossa escola as suas músicas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houve uma manhã bastante alegre e animada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A todos os elementos do grupo, agradecemos a sua presença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os alunos da turma 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-1032699133553186275?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/1032699133553186275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=1032699133553186275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1032699133553186275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1032699133553186275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-concerto-dos-alunos-do-centro-novais.html' title='O concerto dos alunos do Centro Novais e Sousa'/><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/Sg1sPRMAO9I/AAAAAAAADfI/zd1QzaANtJI/s72-c/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-1243371753305282838</id><published>2009-04-27T22:50:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:13:32.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Bispo D. António Couto na nossa escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SgQ8bwXXlLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/Lvu4xr-m42g/s1600-h/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333454306250560690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SgQ8bwXXlLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/Lvu4xr-m42g/s320/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SgQ8mcLOTJI/AAAAAAAADeY/DRXox6VRZxc/s1600-h/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333454489809472658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SgQ8mcLOTJI/AAAAAAAADeY/DRXox6VRZxc/s320/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SgQ8ORyNhkI/AAAAAAAADeI/WKT6Qz6Zdwc/s1600-h/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333454074703349314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SgQ8ORyNhkI/AAAAAAAADeI/WKT6Qz6Zdwc/s320/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passado dia 24 de Abril fomos presenteados com a visita do Senhor Bispo D.António Couto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vão algumas imagens da visita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-1243371753305282838?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/1243371753305282838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=1243371753305282838' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1243371753305282838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1243371753305282838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-bispo-d-antonio-couto-na-nossa-escola.html' title='O Bispo D. António Couto na nossa escola'/><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/SgQ8bwXXlLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/Lvu4xr-m42g/s72-c/Concerto+Novais+e+Sousa+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-3232552422823290845</id><published>2009-04-22T09:57:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:33:35.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fada e a Borboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver processos básicos de compreensão da leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exercícios de avaliação de processos integrativos e macroprocessos.&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="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Fada e a Borboleta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia, ao despontar da Primavera, num maciço de malmequeres campestres, à beira de um regato, abriu-se uma crisálida escondida, e da crisálida saiu uma linda borboleta, a desdobrar devagarinho as suas asas brilhantes. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Se9IWnlBO8I/AAAAAAAADVw/Y99o5Z1vCbw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327556437621160898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Se9IWnlBO8I/AAAAAAAADVw/Y99o5Z1vCbw/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma coisa que acontece muitas vezes: milhões de borboletas acordam, todas as Primaveras, do seu sono de Inverno. Mas o que nem sempre acontece é aparecerem borboletas lindas como aquela: as grandes asas finas pareciam tule bordado a fio de prata e a gotas de orvalho!&lt;br /&gt;E a borboleta, radiante com o sol e a liberdade, pôs-se a voar sobre o regato. Ora no regato havia uma fadazinha e a fadazinha do regato estava precisamente a pentear os seus cabelos, sentados num nenúfar muito branco, quando viu a borboleta. Primeiro nem percebeu o que era: qualquer coisa leve, brilhante, fina, que voava!... Ficou de cabecinha no ar, sentada no meio do nenúfar, a seguir as voltas que o borboleta dava, radiante com o sol e a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;- Que maravilha! – exclamou a fadazinha. – Eis ali o tecido que eu precisava para o meu vestido de baile… Nem as pétalas dos lírios amarelos, nem o musgo macio e verde, nem as florinhas delicadas do miosótis podiam agradar-me tanto para um vestido de baile como as asas daquela borboleta! – E a fadazinha pôs-se a cismar na maneira de arrancar à borboleta as suas lindas asas transparentes. A fadazinha era tonta e estouvada, tinha uma cabeça leve e pequenina como uma avelã vazia. Nem sequer pensava que arrancar as asas `a borboleta era destruir-lhe a liberdade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ester Lemos, 101 Histórias de Animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Identificar ideias principais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327566134444278498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Se9RLDDzwuI/AAAAAAAADWI/5K5eRF7bm1E/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327566238290737218" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Se9RlPP7PCI/AAAAAAAADWo/nuFkbaf2VCQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;3 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Inferências.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Repara no texto e assinala com um &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; a quadrícula mais adequada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327552813439218754" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Se9FU2nXwXI/AAAAAAAADVY/p0Io-W6_sLM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327553216635398898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Se9FbIeK6vI/AAAAAAAADVg/7PJ29ODmtm8/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-3232552422823290845?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/3232552422823290845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=3232552422823290845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/3232552422823290845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/3232552422823290845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2009/04/fada-e-borboleta.html' title='A Fada e a Borboleta'/><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/Se9IWnlBO8I/AAAAAAAADVw/Y99o5Z1vCbw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-974757990576261104</id><published>2009-03-27T17:32:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:08:10.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comunhão Pascal na nossa freguesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na manhã do dia 27 de Março e na Igreja Paroquial de Gondizalves, presidida pelo Rev. Padre Manuel Alves, festejou-se com grande alegria e em Santa Paz a nossa Comunhão Pascal. Nesta cerimónia, realizada em grande parte pelos alunos, participou toda a comunidade educativa.&lt;br /&gt;A todos agradecemos a vossa presença e bem hajam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos alunos da EB1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317941650067516546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sc0fwUyHbII/AAAAAAAADBk/TjQvjEuS_Vc/s320/Comunh%C3%A3o+Pascal+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317941164693200002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sc0fUEn3HII/AAAAAAAADBc/UTs_iX6IUJk/s320/Comunh%C3%A3o+Pascal+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317940673457820098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sc0e3eoOEcI/AAAAAAAADBU/7t_aN-7mDkw/s320/Comunh%C3%A3o+Pascal+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317936837616792722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sc0bYNAc9JI/AAAAAAAADA8/EGat-exo-uA/s320/Comunh%C3%A3o+Pascal+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317937799006000482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sc0cQKdgFWI/AAAAAAAADBE/oC-ZkxsWmas/s320/Comunh%C3%A3o+Pascal+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317934939722873346" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Sc0ZpuzR-gI/AAAAAAAADA0/l_S44dhoePw/s320/Comunh%C3%A3o+Pascal+cristina+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-974757990576261104?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/974757990576261104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=974757990576261104' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/974757990576261104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/974757990576261104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2009/03/comunhao-pascal-na-nossa-freguesia.html' title='A Comunhão Pascal na nossa freguesia'/><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/Sc0fwUyHbII/AAAAAAAADBk/TjQvjEuS_Vc/s72-c/Comunh%C3%A3o+Pascal+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-960989308787594512</id><published>2009-03-25T20:20:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:34:59.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras: concordância de sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competências &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(4º ano):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver a competência ortográfica; Alargar o léxico ortográfico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exercícios de intervenção nas incorrecções quanto à forma ortográfica específica das palavras (tomada de consciência e memorização).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scqqk2IAk9I/AAAAAAAAC80/cxuvK5Tb6kY/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317249860045411282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scqqk2IAk9I/AAAAAAAAC80/cxuvK5Tb6kY/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há palavras que são pronunciadas da mesma maneira, mas possuem diferente forma gráfica e diferente significado. Dizemos que apresentam uma "concordância de sons" (homofonia) e, por isso, são chamadas palavras homófonas (por exemplo: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à / há&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acento / assento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aço /asso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Como saber quando usamos uma ou outra forma? Pelo contexto, claro! Mas precisamos de praticar os exercícios. Queres fazer alguns? Se precisares de ajuda, recorre ao trabalho realizado sobre o assunto - "dicionário especial".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Act. 1 - &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selecciona as palavras da coluna da esquerda para completares as frases à direita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317247577550175442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scqof_KvPNI/AAAAAAAAC7M/FrLmfzEYTfY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317247651403854386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqokSS08jI/AAAAAAAAC7U/ePl23VoUudY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317247744746169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqopuBXouI/AAAAAAAAC7c/4q7TSeI63dc/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317247829663476274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqouqXO6jI/AAAAAAAAC7k/B7BckcqNZxI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317247923997025362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scqo0JyGpFI/AAAAAAAAC7s/nZMddkUnzhM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248015873634930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scqo5gDMcnI/AAAAAAAAC70/o-1-3ts4xrg/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248114229721842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scqo_OdHOvI/AAAAAAAAC78/hUMQRw3MVJ0/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248208219156322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqpEsl8L2I/AAAAAAAAC8E/-B-EfYOjoNg/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248302707708882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqpKMlxE9I/AAAAAAAAC8M/hdpDY7EhvUM/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248416644147554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqpQ1CVKWI/AAAAAAAAC8U/Sof9u99uUbc/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248518507923682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqpWwgjCOI/AAAAAAAAC8c/Or4NpOK9nhM/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248646834953858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqpeOkGHoI/AAAAAAAAC8k/5Hh1EYfx0a0/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317248768947003170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqplVd4HyI/AAAAAAAAC8s/-iJXi-hhDXw/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317261412238547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scq1FRZe2zI/AAAAAAAAC9k/OsJrXJ0xwao/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act. 2 - &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Queres continuar? ... então clica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guida.querido.net/jogos/portug/homofo-1.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guida.querido.net/jogos/portug/homofo-2.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-960989308787594512?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/960989308787594512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=960989308787594512' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/960989308787594512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/960989308787594512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2009/03/homofonia.html' title='Palavras: concordância de sons'/><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/Scqqk2IAk9I/AAAAAAAAC80/cxuvK5Tb6kY/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-1811704677223420152</id><published>2009-03-25T10:06:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:04:06.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Menina do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competências &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(2º ano):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver a competência ortográfica e textual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Partindo de "A Menina do Mar", peça de teatro ontem observada no Teatro Circo, escrever o resumo da história na ficha distribuída; Ler a texto à turma e alterar conforme sugestões dos colegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ficha para escrever o resumo de "A Menina do Mar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317257443688078706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqxeRZUXXI/AAAAAAAAC88/hKEsgZELajY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317257546092892770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/ScqxkO4h0mI/AAAAAAAAC9E/XCBNqBBWgyc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317257643991686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scqxp7la3KI/AAAAAAAAC9M/4Fi8cFsPv_U/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Resumo individual da história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317260966072604754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Scq0rTTO2FI/AAAAAAAAC9c/SvFjsytkRy4/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Resumo de "A Menina do Mar", após a introdução de algumas alterações sugeridas pelos colegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Menina do Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta história passa-se na praia. A história fala de um menino que gostava de brincar nas rochas. As personagens principais são o menino, o polvo, o peixe, o caranguejo e a menina do mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certo dia apareceu um polvo, um caranguejo, um peixe e uma menina do mar que se tornaram grandes amigos do menino. Os amigos da menina tinham várias tarefas, o polvo punha a mesa, o caranguejo fazia a comida, o peixe não fazia nada porque não tinha braços e a menina do mar brincava com ele. O menino cada dia que encontrava a menina na praia dava-lhe uma coisa da terra, ela ficava muito admirada com essas coisas. Mas certo dia a menina do mar não apareceu na praia, então apareceu uma gaivota que trazia uma bebida. O menino bebeu e passou a respirar debaixo de água como os peixes e fora de água como os humanos. Assim se tornaram grandes amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta história foi muito bonita. Eu gostei desta história porque foi gira, gostava de a ver mais vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luis Miguel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319026888576816210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SdD6xhRfVFI/AAAAAAAADE4/NQydwkH7Xzs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trabalho colectivo (todos os alunos do 1º ciclo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/11l2DEJ-j1k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/11l2DEJ-j1k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-1811704677223420152?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/1811704677223420152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=1811704677223420152' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1811704677223420152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1811704677223420152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2009/03/manina-do-mar.html' title='A Menina do Mar'/><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/ScqxeRZUXXI/AAAAAAAAC88/hKEsgZELajY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-882558804990619763</id><published>2008-11-29T19:17:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:54:39.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Nacional da Cultura Científica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competências:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participar em múltiplas situações que desenvolvam o convívio e o gosto pela escrita e pela leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participação nas actividades realizadas na escola no “Dia Nacional da Cultura Científica”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHH-EPin5I/AAAAAAAABgA/uaKuTMQLqh0/s1600-h/Ciencia+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216507732303762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHH-EPin5I/AAAAAAAABgA/uaKuTMQLqh0/s320/Ciencia+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHK0FgvveI/AAAAAAAABgw/jLEuz0zBHXU/s1600-h/Ciencia+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274219634809093602" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHK0FgvveI/AAAAAAAABgw/jLEuz0zBHXU/s320/Ciencia+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia Nacional da Cultura Científica&lt;br /&gt;(24 de Novembro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHJb3LrXmI/AAAAAAAABgg/x45ioV8kRSg/s1600-h/Ciencia+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274218119134142050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHJb3LrXmI/AAAAAAAABgg/x45ioV8kRSg/s320/Ciencia+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dia 27 de Novembro fizemos muitas experiências como um vulcão e muitas mais.&lt;br /&gt;As minhas preferidas foram o vulcão e o microscópio, mas também gostei de outras como &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHJb3LrXmI/AAAAAAAABgg/x45ioV8kRSg/s1600-h/Ciencia+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o balão que enche numa garrafa com vinagre e bicarbonato.&lt;br /&gt;Os ingredientes para o vulcão eram tinta vermelha, bicarbonato de sódio, detergente da loiça, vinagre e água. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHJuPBp10I/AAAAAAAABgo/gqPO4dM4Nf0/s1600-h/Ciencia+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274218434772195138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHJuPBp10I/AAAAAAAABgo/gqPO4dM4Nf0/s320/Ciencia+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Paulo levou o microscópio para a escola para vermos e foi fixe!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vimos um arco-íris no tecto, tinha muitas cores.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje descobri que um recipiente com água e um copo com um guardanapo no fundo, se puser o copo virado ao contrário a água não molha o guardanapo, porque tem ar e também descobri que o ar ocupa espaço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHJuPBp10I/AAAAAAAABgo/gqPO4dM4Nf0/s1600-h/Ciencia+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei muito do dia de hoje!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho elaborado por Raquel (2º ano) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHJuPBp10I/AAAAAAAABgo/gqPO4dM4Nf0/s1600-h/Ciencia+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-882558804990619763?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/882558804990619763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=882558804990619763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/882558804990619763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/882558804990619763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-nacional-da-cultura-cientfica.html' title='Dia Nacional da Cultura Científica'/><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/STHH-EPin5I/AAAAAAAABgA/uaKuTMQLqh0/s72-c/Ciencia+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-8395340872058757497</id><published>2008-11-29T19:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:25:04.865Z</updated><title type='text'>O Domínio Filipino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHPIR1WE-I/AAAAAAAABg4/egX-H5ok4P0/s1600-h/aclamao2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274224379760612322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHPIR1WE-I/AAAAAAAABg4/egX-H5ok4P0/s320/aclamao2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Relacionar a produção oral com a forma escrita.&lt;br /&gt;Criar o gosto pela recolha de informação do património nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrever textos sobre episódios tratados no tema:” O nosso passado nacional”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O domínio Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cardeal D. Henrique tinha morrido e fez com que os espanhóis não pensassem noutra coisa senão em conquistar terras aos portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;Os espanhóis travaram muitas guerras contra Portugal, o que fez com que os portugueses perdessem e em 1580 passamos a ser governados pelos espanhóis cujo rei era D. Filipe I de Portugal “O Prudente”.&lt;br /&gt;D. Filipe I não cumpriu todas as promessas e como a Espanha estava &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHamF521AI/AAAAAAAABho/HcvlPWmypKU/s1600-h/Vasconcelos1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274236986582291458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHamF521AI/AAAAAAAABho/HcvlPWmypKU/s320/Vasconcelos1640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;em guerra com muitos países, Portugal ficou bastante prejudicado com isso.&lt;br /&gt;Os reis espanhóis foram muito maus para os portugueses, porque aumentaram os impostos para o povo português.&lt;br /&gt;D. Filipe I morreu e passou para o trono D. Filipe II de Portugal “O Pio”.&lt;br /&gt;D. Filipe II nasceu em Madrid em 1578 e morreu em 1621, o seu sucessor foi D. Filipe III “O Grande”.&lt;br /&gt;D. Filipe III era um homem duro e mau, aumentou os impostos e tirou de Portugal as armas e os exércitos para combater ao serviço de Espanha, D. Filipe III nasceu em Ma&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHbEZb3GRI/AAAAAAAABhw/sa6JmceI9UI/s1600-h/DuquesaMantua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274237507221264658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHbEZb3GRI/AAAAAAAABhw/sa6JmceI9UI/s320/DuquesaMantua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drid em 1605.&lt;br /&gt;Em Portugal vivia a espanhola duquesa de Mântua que tinha como secretario o traidor Miguel de Vasconcelos.&lt;br /&gt;Estivemos 60 anos debaixo do domínio dos espanhóis.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia uns fidalgos foram ao palácio da duquesa de Mântua e expulsaram-na para Espanha, o traidor Miguel de Vasconcelos que se juntou aos espanhóis foi condenado à morte.&lt;br /&gt;Miguel de Vasconcelos escondeu-se dentro de um armário, os fidalgos viram-no e pegaram no armário e atiram-no da varanda abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se deu a revolta de 1640, passou a ser o rei de Portugal D. João IV.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pessoas lhe deram as boas vindas. E assim se deu inicio à 4ª dinastia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho realizado por: Bárbara, Mariana e Gonçalo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-8395340872058757497?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/8395340872058757497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=8395340872058757497' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/8395340872058757497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/8395340872058757497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-domnio-filipino.html' title='O Domínio Filipino'/><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/STHPIR1WE-I/AAAAAAAABg4/egX-H5ok4P0/s72-c/aclamao2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-2910735140862524090</id><published>2008-11-29T18:53:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:26:17.758Z</updated><title type='text'>A 2ª Dinastia e os Descobrimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Relacionar a produção oral com a forma escrita; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Criar o gosto pela recolha de informação do património nacional.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHRC75doKI/AAAAAAAABhI/O05I75RFEfM/s1600-h/caravela.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274226486996213922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHRC75doKI/AAAAAAAABhI/O05I75RFEfM/s320/caravela.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividades:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escvrever textos sobre episódios tratados no tema: " O nosso passsado nacional"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A 2ª Dinastia e os Descobrimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Fernando era casado com D. Leonor Teles, queria que a filha D. Beatriz fosse rainha, só que D. Beatriz era casada com o rei de Castela que era Espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;Assim muitos Portugueses tinham medo que Portugal perdesse a independência. Por isso iniciou-se um período de lutas desde 1383 até 1385.&lt;br /&gt;Os Portugueses que estavam contra D. Leonor Teles e a sua filha apoiaram um&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHQkZt8EUI/AAAAAAAABhA/pEGYtNfhVGw/s1600-h/Infante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274225962424996162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHQkZt8EUI/AAAAAAAABhA/pEGYtNfhVGw/s320/Infante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meio-irmão de D. Fernando que era D. João Mestre de Avis.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de vencer o rei de Castela na batalha de Aljubarrota, o Mestre de Avis tornou-se rei de Portugal, D. João I casado com D. Filipa de Lencastre.&lt;br /&gt;Assim começou a 2ª Dinastia – a Dinastia de Avis.&lt;br /&gt;O reinado de D. João I começou com muitos problemas provocados pelas guerras, mortes, as doenças e as epidemias.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim D. João I orientou a sua governação para a descoberta e a conquista de novas terras, ajudado pelos seus filhos – D. Duarte, D. Pedro e o infante D. Henrique.&lt;br /&gt;O infante D. Henrique mandou construir a Escola Náutica de Sagres para ensinar aos marinheiros a arte de navegar, também foram construídas naus e caravelas.&lt;br /&gt;A partir daí novas terras foram descobertas: Madeira, Açores chegando até à Índia e ao Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Das terras descobertas os navegadores trouxeram ouro, pedras preciosas, especiarias, tecidos e outros produtos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho realizado por: Tiago, Filipa e Adriana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-2910735140862524090?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/2910735140862524090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=2910735140862524090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2910735140862524090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2910735140862524090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-dinastia-e-os-descobrimentos.html' title='A 2ª Dinastia e os Descobrimentos'/><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/STHRC75doKI/AAAAAAAABhI/O05I75RFEfM/s72-c/caravela.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-4396091777114660055</id><published>2008-11-29T17:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:27:50.554Z</updated><title type='text'>A Formação de Portugal - Batalha de S. Mamede</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competências:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Relacionar a produçaõ oral com a forma escrita. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHT4B9xQdI/AAAAAAAABhQ/9emDg4bIWXY/s1600-h/Batalha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274229598181212626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHT4B9xQdI/AAAAAAAABhQ/9emDg4bIWXY/s320/Batalha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Criar o gosto pela recolha de informação do património nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Escrever textos sobre episódios tratados no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; tema: "O nosso passado nacional".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Formação de Portugal - A Batalha de S. Mamede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando D. Henrique morreu D. Teresa ficou a governar o reino, D. Afonso Henriques, que era filho de D. Teresa, não gostava como a mãe governava porque D. Teresa era filha do rei de Castela que era Espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;O aio de D. Afonso Henriques era Egas Moniz, que o treinava e ensinava a cavalgar.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia D. Afonso Henriques decidiu declarar guerra à mãe, mas Egas Moniz tentava dominá-lo, mas não conseguiu e então foi ao rei de Castela entregar-se com os seus filhos e com a sua mulher com uma corda ao pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;O rei de Castela disse-lhe: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274232080382192322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHWIg4masI/AAAAAAAABhg/MPJz8Muifj8/s320/6_egas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vai embora não tiveste culpa, fizeste tudo o que pudeste.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o dia em que D. Afonso Henriques declarou guerra à mãe perto de Guimarães, em 1128 e que ficou conhecida na história como a Batalha de S. Mamede. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHUANkla1I/AAAAAAAABhY/9JIwBg1WbAo/s1600-h/D_Afonso_Henriques2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274229738735758162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STHUANkla1I/AAAAAAAABhY/9JIwBg1WbAo/s320/D_Afonso_Henriques2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Teresa foi expulsa do Condado Portucalense e D. Afonso Henriques tomou conta do Condado.&lt;br /&gt;D. Afonso Henriques atacou a Galiza na ânsia de alcançar a independência, derrotou as forças de Leão na batalha de Cerneja em 1137 e lutou contra os Mouros que ainda possuíam um vasto território na Península Ibérica.&lt;br /&gt;D. Afonso Henriques finalmente conseguiu a vitória e pelo Tratado de Zamora tornou o Condado Portucalense independente proclamando-se rei de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;A sua grande ambição era alargar Portugal, conquistando novas terras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho realizado por: Beatriz Costa, João Paulo, Francisco e João Pedro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-4396091777114660055?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/4396091777114660055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=4396091777114660055' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/4396091777114660055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/4396091777114660055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/11/formao-de-portugal-batalha-de-s-mamede.html' title='A Formação de Portugal - Batalha de S. Mamede'/><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/STHT4B9xQdI/AAAAAAAABhQ/9emDg4bIWXY/s72-c/Batalha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-2213142289327343023</id><published>2008-11-16T10:54:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:30:40.503Z</updated><title type='text'>O Nosso Magusto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver o gosto pela escrita, a relação entre o oral e o escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participação nas actividades do nosso Magusto na Escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Nosso Magusto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O nosso magusto foi no dia onze de Novembro.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mesmo dia eu em vez de acordar da cama, saltei da cama, mas eu não podia desanimar só porque estavam a cair alguns chuviscos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois quando eu, já estava preparado com a minha prima no carro, a meio do caminho a chuva parou e eu e a Rita começamos a sorrir de alegria!!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SSMzXjnLgVI/AAAAAAAABdQ/iH_XCgZlJ7Y/s1600-h/images%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270112468743192914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SSMzXjnLgVI/AAAAAAAABdQ/iH_XCgZlJ7Y/s320/images%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando cheguei à escola com a minha prima Ritinha fomos a correr para a entrada da sala de aula e ficamos à espera da professora, com os meus colegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A nossa professora chegou e todos entramos para a sala de aula e depois de sentados nos nossos sítios ilustramos a lenda do S. Martinho. Entretanto a Professora foi buscar a D. Angelina, que é nossa auxiliar reformada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De seguida fomos para o recreio comer as castanhas e beber um suminho. De repente a D. Elisabete e a D. Angelina acenderam uma fogueira no meio do recreio, onde assamos algumas castanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A brincadeira durou até à hora do almoço, que foi sopa, uma panado no pão e a sobremesa mousse de chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois do almoço fomos para a nossa horta onde encontramos muitos bicharocos. Aí a D. Angelina falou-nos sobre o que estava a plantar na horta, favas, ervilhas e pencas e nós ajudamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao lanche comemos uma bôla de carne que a D. Angelina fez para nós, estava muito saborosa !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De seguida fomos para as A.E.C. e por fim acabaram as aulas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim foi "O Nosso Magusto".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho elaborado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonçalo - 4º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-2213142289327343023?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/2213142289327343023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=2213142289327343023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2213142289327343023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2213142289327343023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-nosso-magusto.html' title='O Nosso Magusto'/><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/SSMzXjnLgVI/AAAAAAAABdQ/iH_XCgZlJ7Y/s72-c/images%5B11%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-2068732406703981537</id><published>2008-10-16T11:57:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:50:36.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Alimentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SS1v_zbwcFI/AAAAAAAABfY/vpa92mH5SwU/s1600-h/Fat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993880649789522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SS1v_zbwcFI/AAAAAAAABfY/vpa92mH5SwU/s200/Fat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participar em múltiplas situações que desenvolvam o gosto pela escrita e pela leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participar nos vários ateliers do Dia Mundial da Alimentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa sala a D. Angelina mostrou-nos como se fazia uma bôla da carne, desde o momento em que se mistura a água com a farinha e o fermento até ir para o forno cozer.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de cozida todos comem&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SS0lHlriCrI/AAAAAAAABeI/fPlCE4LpIB8/s1600-h/Fat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272911551024728754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SS0lHlriCrI/AAAAAAAABeI/fPlCE4LpIB8/s200/Fat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;os o pão que ajudamos a fazer. Estava uma delícia!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993430873798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SS1vln4zdhI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Jkv28IBTMvE/s320/Fat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-2068732406703981537?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/2068732406703981537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=2068732406703981537' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2068732406703981537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2068732406703981537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-mundial-da-alimentao.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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SS1v_zbwcFI/AAAAAAAABfY/vpa92mH5SwU/s72-c/Fat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-3528248632324213968</id><published>2008-06-17T11:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:19:05.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A nossa cidade - 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;Escrever em grupo partindo de motivações lúdicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrever um pequeno texto sobre a nossa cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha cidade chama-se Braga, fica na província do Minho e a Norte de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;É uma cidade muito antiga onde se podem encontrar vestígios de ruínas romanas.&lt;br /&gt;Em Braga existem vários monumentos de grande valor como por exemplo: a Sé Catedral, o Bom Jesus do Monte ,o santuário do Sameiro, o santuário da Falperra, além de várias igrejas, importantes palácios e belíssimas praças com lindíssimos chafarizes e bonitos jardins como o da Santa Bárbara.&lt;br /&gt;A cidade tem, ao longo destes últimos anos, crescido bastante, no entanto ainda existe à volta da cidade uma grande quantidade de espaços verdes.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao clima desta cidade, é bastante frio no Inverno mas em contrapartida também é bastante quente no Verão.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do ano realizam-se grandes e importantes festividades, como as festas solenes da Semana Santa e o arraial de S. João.&lt;br /&gt;Estas festas fazem com que vários turistas visitem a nossa cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Todos estes factores fazem com que Braga seja considerada uma grande e importante cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho: 3º e 4º anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ifn5IYeeaE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-3528248632324213968?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/3528248632324213968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=3528248632324213968' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/3528248632324213968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/3528248632324213968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/06/nossa-cidade-braga.html' title='A nossa cidade - 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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-5321512965287020738</id><published>2008-06-05T15:25:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:40:24.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pomar Encantado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrever individualmente e em grupo, a partir de motivações lúdicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actividade: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escreve um texto com um tema livre e ilustra-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"O pomar encantado" por Mariana Barbosa Gomes (3º Ano):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object id="doc_647415097354317" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="500" width="100%" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" name="doc_647415097354317"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="17992"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="13229"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://documents.scribd.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=3247901&amp;amp;access_key=key-2hq1mfybitmfpvu0078s&amp;amp;page=&amp;amp;version=1&amp;amp;auto_size=true"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://documents.scribd.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=3247901&amp;amp;access_key=key-2hq1mfybitmfpvu0078s&amp;amp;page=&amp;amp;version=1&amp;amp;auto_size=true"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-5321512965287020738?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/5321512965287020738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=5321512965287020738' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5321512965287020738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5321512965287020738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-pomar-encantado-por-mariana-barbosa.html' title='O Pomar Encantado'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-7905610908994468679</id><published>2008-05-09T13:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:14:27.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinião acerca dos trabalhos do PNEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competências:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Experimentar múltiplas situações que desenvolvam o gosto pela escrita (textos com tema sugerido...). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCTbp_jri9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8QSKb5_0hjg/s1600-h/PNEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198521384374602706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCTbp_jri9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8QSKb5_0hjg/s200/PNEP.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Registar a opinião sobre os trabalhos realizados no âmbito do Plano Nacional de Ensino do Português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito de fazer trabalhos em grupo. Também gosto de metê-los na internet. Cada vez que faço trabalhos aprendo coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus colegas trabalham muito bem. Às vezes, quando queremos, fazemos composições muito bonitas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui ver os trabalhos que nós fizemos e os dos outros meninos de outra escolas e gostei! Espero fazer mais trabalhos para meter na nossa página.&lt;br /&gt;Assim ficamos com mais coisas interessantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco José&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho gostado muito dos trabalhos que tenho feito, também gosto de trabalhar em grupo com os meus colegas.&lt;br /&gt;Graças à nossa professora, temos tido trabalhos divertidos, gostamos todos de trabalhar no PNEP, é muito divertido. Temos gostado dos trabalhos que temos feito, por exemplo: inventar histórias, fazer frases com as palavras que saírem, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os trabalhos que temos feito no PNEP foram muito interessantes, eu adoro fazer comentários à minha turma e as outras turmas, para mim é uma alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria fazer mais coisas para pôr na nossa página.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho elaborado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paulo Costa - 3º&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que fazer trabalhos em grupo para o Plano Nacional de Ensino do Português é bastante divertido e engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós fazemos um trabalho de grupo, o nosso trabalho vai sempre para o nosso blog.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, quando nós fazemos um trabalho bonito, ao chegar a casa vou logo para o computador fazer um belíssimo comentário.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez que nós começamos a trabalhar no computador foi quando fizemos a "Lenda de S. Martinho".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho elaborado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonçalo Vilaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito de fazer os trabalhos que tenho feito para o blog. Gosto de fazer trabalhos de grupos, às vezes aprendemos coisas com os colegas. Nos trabalhos de grupos, às vezes, inventamos histórias malucas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando vamos pôr os nossos trabalhos, vemos os das outras turmas e eu gosto muito. Por vezes fazemos comentários às outras turmas e elas fazem-nos a nós.&lt;br /&gt;Nós gostamos muito de os ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ana Filipa- 3º &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu gosto dos trabalhos do PNEP. Fazemos trabalhos muito bonitos, escrevemos textos, fazemos acrósticos e muitas outras coisas…&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa página temos comentários que nos dão os parabéns. Nos nossos trabalhos temos vídeos e algumas canções. Quando fazemos um trabalho, no fim fazemos um desenho ou uma banda desenhada para ter mais graça.&lt;br /&gt;Nos trabalhos, às vezes, fazemos textos sobre os animais ou sobre as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, fazemos os trabalhos em papel, depois passamos para o computador e depois o professor João ou a professora Laura ajudam-nos a passá-los para o blog.&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos trabalhos estão muito, muito bonitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho elaborado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beatriz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de fazer trabalhos em grupo. Também gosto dos trabalhos que tenho feito para meter na nossa página na Internet!&lt;br /&gt;Quando faço um trabalho em grupo, aprendo coisas novas com os meus amigos. Agora, sempre que faço trabalhos individuais, meto-os na nossa página na Internet. Quando vou à página que nós temos na Internet, vejo trabalhos das outras turmas e gosto do tipo de trabalhos que eles fazem, como por exemplo, acrósticos, textos escritos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, quando nós estamos a fazer um trabalho de grupo, nós inventamos histórias giras!&lt;br /&gt;Espero fazer mais trabalhos para meter na nossa página!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho elaborado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bárbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, fazer os trabalhos do Plano Nacional do Ensino do Português é muito divertido!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fazer trabalhos em grupo dá para aprender, por isso andamos a fazer experiências interessantes. Gosto de mostrar o que sei, por isso são trabalhos feitos por mim!!! Ao fazer estes trabalhos dá para aprender, mas também para praticar as mãos no computador. Que interessante!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vou ver os trabalhos dos outros meninos, é divertido, assim como fazer um comentário!!! Acho que estes trabalhos são para testar as nossas capacidades, ideias, etc. Eu adoro fazer trabalhos e os meus colegas também. Eu acho que os trabalhos que nós fazemos são interessantes porque falam de acontecimentos importantes, de histórias bonitas e de outras coisas mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, nós vamos tirar ideias aos trabalhos de Semelhe, Maximinos e muitos mais… O trabalho que gostei mais de fazer foi o "Trabalho de Roda", foi muito bonito e fui a secretária, ah…ah…ah!!! No fim de acabarmos o trabalho em roda, nós, como somos malandros, jogámos ao stop, ao jogo das palavras, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mariana – 3º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=hForXy_hlgc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Avô Cantigas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=P6gIX9OaZOs"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Avô Cantigas TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/H66OWk1HOAA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H66OWk1HOAA&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-7905610908994468679?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/7905610908994468679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=7905610908994468679' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/7905610908994468679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/7905610908994468679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/05/opinio-acerca-dos-trabalhos-do-pnep.html' title='Opinião acerca dos trabalhos do PNEP'/><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/SCTbp_jri9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8QSKb5_0hjg/s72-c/PNEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-2869198711883007185</id><published>2008-04-17T11:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:35:00.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Banco de Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competências:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrever em grupo, partindo de motivações lúdicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Banco de Palavras" - Os alunos pensam num tema, depois individualmente escrevem num pedaço de papel uma palavra relacionada com o tema escolhido. Colocam as palavras num saco, que estará disponível durante a redacção do texto. À medida que vão avançando na construção do texto, os alunos retiram ao acaso os papéis do saco e decidem se a palavra retirada serve ou não para ser integrada na próxima frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Primavera há flores verdes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAtT57szpkI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ttxsSGqJbWs/s1600-h/primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191335250217903682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAtT57szpkI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ttxsSGqJbWs/s200/primavera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relva é verdejante.&lt;br /&gt;À volta das casas costumam-se ter arbustos.&lt;br /&gt;As túlipas são bonitas e lilás.&lt;br /&gt;Os jardins das casas são lindíssimos.&lt;br /&gt;Os ramos das árvores na Primavera costumam ter frutos e flores.&lt;br /&gt;As flores são muito bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;Os passarinhos são coloridos.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época do ano as flores são uma beleza.&lt;br /&gt;No ar há borboletas a voar.&lt;br /&gt;Há pássaros que comem minhocas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de ver as crianças a fazer brincadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a Primavera as flores ficam mais floridas e os dias ficam mais quentes e maiores.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta estação do ano os frutos costumam ficar mais maduros.&lt;br /&gt;Quase todos os jardins têm relva.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época o tempo muda.&lt;br /&gt;A Primavera é bonitissíma.&lt;br /&gt;A florista faz um ramo com rosas colhidas do jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bárbara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Renato&lt;br /&gt;Filipa&lt;br /&gt;Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2BGDID8X78&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2BGDID8X78&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIA 25 DE ABRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do dia 25 de Abril de 1974 houve alegria e liberdade. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAtUD7szplI/AAAAAAAAAwg/I-0tFSuq5nE/s1600-h/25abril-thumb-735803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191335422016595538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAtUD7szplI/AAAAAAAAAwg/I-0tFSuq5nE/s200/25abril-thumb-735803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cravos simbolizam liberdade e democracia.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vendedora de cravos pôs um cravo num soldado das forças armadas.&lt;br /&gt;Houve um festejo muito grande!!!&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse dia houve indepêndencia.&lt;br /&gt;Houve uma grande revolução de cravos.&lt;br /&gt;Para defender Portugal cantaram o Hino Nacional.&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade é alegria e ter direitos também.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas começaram a lutar às escondidas.&lt;br /&gt;Que grande manifestação!!!&lt;br /&gt;O dia 25 de Abril acontece na Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Antes do 25 de Abril houve muitos descontentamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Houve muitos canhões com cravos e uma multidão enooorrrme de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho elaborado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;Tiago&lt;br /&gt;Gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;Bruna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Algumas ilustrações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200551889232107058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCwSY7mqljI/AAAAAAAAA74/geeTG3k_SPI/s320/25abr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200552632261449298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SCwTELmqllI/AAAAAAAAA8I/jKSizTa6Mak/s320/25abr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_IIQlBXCdY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-2869198711883007185?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/2869198711883007185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=2869198711883007185' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2869198711883007185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2869198711883007185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/04/competncias-actividade-os-alunos-pensam.html' title='Banco de Palavras'/><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/SAtT57szpkI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ttxsSGqJbWs/s72-c/primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-2564969692003664632</id><published>2008-04-10T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:05:19.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita de Estudo à Feira do Livro de Braga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competências:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Experimentar diferentes tipos de escrita, com intenções comunicativas diversificadas, requeridos pela organização da vida escolar e pela concretização de projectos em curso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_5n9Px9xPI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yW5Sqne2o7k/s1600-h/feira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187698122683172082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_5n9Px9xPI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yW5Sqne2o7k/s200/feira.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dar notícia da visita à Feira do Livro, utilizando tipos variados de textos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notícia em acróstico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;balamos da escola às 9 horas para ir para a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eira do Livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tinha livros para adultos, crianças e bebés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Í&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amos todos contentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imo-nos muito com alguns livros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; professora disse para nós fazermos pouco barulho pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;epois a professora disse para irmos lanchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pedro S. Rocha apresentou-nos o seu livro&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "A Nascente de Tinta". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;inda história que o Pedro Seromenho Rocha nos apresentou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amos contentes com o livro do Pedro Seromenho Rocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imos um bocadinho do livro do Pedro Seromenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uvimos a professora: -Meninos vamos lavar as mãos para almoçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Filipa&lt;br /&gt;Francisco José&lt;br /&gt;Bruna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notícia em prosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, alunos da EB1 Carvalho - Gondizalves, fomos à Feira do Livro!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos no dia 9 de Abril, uma quarta-feira.&lt;br /&gt;Abalamos da escola às 9 em ponto, pois o autocarro não esperava muito.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco depois, já tínhamos chegado ao nosso destino que era Feira do Livro.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de esperarmos para entrar, já estávamos cansados!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente... jé estávamos todos lá dentro... que alegria!&lt;br /&gt;A Feira do Livro parecia um mundo, era tão grande!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro nós vimos os livros, mas nada de nada, não encontramos que comprar.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco depois, ouvimos uma voz que dizia: - Estamos à vossa espera no auditório.&lt;br /&gt;Quando já estávamos no auditório, vimos um senhor no palco que disse: - Bom dia.&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós reparámos que era um novo autor português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mariana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gonçalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ana Beatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notícia em verso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Na Feira do Livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;há livros importantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;engraçados e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;também muito giros.&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;Eu gostei de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;um livro chamado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sangue de Monstro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que era muito arrepiante.&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;Quando fomos para&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o auditório nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vimos quadros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;giríssimos.&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;No auditório nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;estivemos com o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pedro Seromenho Rocha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;autor do livro "Nascente de Tinta".&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:#3333ff;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bárbara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notícia em banda desenhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Primeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190150745074302402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAcemqLh_cI/AAAAAAAAAwA/XXx7i9PyUug/s320/livro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Depois...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190151668492271058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAcfcaLh_dI/AAAAAAAAAwI/pK3if-rzmEs/s320/livro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finalmente...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190152046449393122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="326" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAcfyaLh_eI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cCUsIqzKIBk/s320/livro1.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Renato&lt;br /&gt;João Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/04/objectivo-conhecer-estrutura-de-um.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://nai0708t30.blogspot.com/2008/04/receita-notcia-lengalenga-ou-poesia.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 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-2010500449295265982</id><published>2008-04-03T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:49:43.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; Escrever em grupo, partindo de motivações lúdicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; Construir poemas, iniciando os versos pela letra das palavras relacionadas com a Primavera, escritas na vertical (acrósticos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eabrem flores &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_ZlKCj2tiI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rWJKoFxCcp4/s1600-h/andorinhas.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185443244124059170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_ZlKCj2tiI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rWJKoFxCcp4/s200/andorinhas.gif" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sso é muito bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as ainda melhor é cheirar uma flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flor violeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;inda duma julieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ssa julieta muito bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara como ouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;prefumar o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lores não há que falte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;indas também não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lha como são lindas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt; e brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntre as ervas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;altar e pular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara e linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sto&lt;/span&gt; é que é falar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ão é para estragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enão, alguém se vai zangar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_Zk4yj2thI/AAAAAAAAAoM/p9tPZL9D1UM/s1600-h/primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185442947771315730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_Zk4yj2thI/AAAAAAAAAoM/p9tPZL9D1UM/s200/primavera.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mariana e Gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;assei por uma flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flor colorida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e bem me lembro era bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e eu fosse como ela, era tão bonita quanto ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flor também era cheirosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ia, sorria, chorava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a pelo caminho e encontrei outra flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ão era bonita como a outra, mas era cheirosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;á muitas flores como a primeira que encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhei para ela e ela era a mais bonita de todas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ó tinha um pequeno pormenor: ria, sorria e chorava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;onita era a borboleta que vi no jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhava para ela e lembrava-me da outra vez que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ia, dançava, cantava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;olas... a borboleta fugiu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h... que giras borboletas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;embrei-me de uma coisa: vou apanhar borboletas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;assim já posso cuidar delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ambém quero apanhar uma flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ssim posso tratar dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e calhar a minha mãe não vai deixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iquei tão admirado por ver uma flor tão linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;inda era a Margarida que eu vi no jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhei para ela e lembrei-me da minha prima Margarida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i e disse: como é que pode ser uma flor chamada Margarida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;também há flores que se chamam Dália, Dalila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im há, mas gosto mais da flor chamada Margarida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bárbara e Francisco José&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ra uma estação bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orrimos alegres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ratávamos das flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mamos a Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ç&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ucena tão bonita, dissemos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lmoçamos à beira de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhávamos para a natureza tão bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arámos para ver as flores. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_Zkpyj2tgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/yfGNoPcs3F0/s1600-h/jardins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185442690073277954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_Zkpyj2tgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/yfGNoPcs3F0/s200/jardins.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imos com muita alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt;tamos os pássaros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uita alegria se espalhava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Primavera é muito bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;era gostava da Natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stávamos muito contentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;egamos as flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bril era muito bonito por causa da Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ormosa Primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;impamos a Natureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h ... que bonitas flores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imamos a Primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stávamos felizes por limpar o ambiente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;acudimos a Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;João Paulo e Ana Filipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ra um dia bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aí para passear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omei o caminho do parque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;briu-se a porta e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ç&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ucenas cheiramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndamos pelo parque a brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uvi os passáros a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;assei pelo parque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i às gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maginei uma árvore verdinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ontei o cavalo &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_ZkaCj2tfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Gpfz7kzfOKk/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185442419490338290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_ZkaCj2tfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Gpfz7kzfOKk/s200/flores.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pareceu-me um rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i um aborboleta pousada numa flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rva o cavalo comeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emei no barco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndei pelo rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lorido o jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ançamos a bola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhamos as flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;egamos as tulipas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nganei um amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;altei de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho realizado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ana Beatriz e José Tiago&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;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;... mais Primavera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/prima.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Não&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;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;... mais acrósticos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-estaes-do-ano.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-2010500449295265982?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/2010500449295265982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=2010500449295265982' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2010500449295265982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/2010500449295265982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/04/p-ara-comear-r-eabrem-flores-i-sso.html' title='A Primavera'/><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_ZlKCj2tiI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rWJKoFxCcp4/s72-c/andorinhas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-1641748159961334100</id><published>2008-03-13T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:07:14.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Amigos Fantásticos</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;Escrever individualmente e em grupo, a partir de motivações lúdicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fazer a "História contada em roda", onde cada elemento do grupo, pegando no que diz o colega anterior, dá continuidade à história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez 4 amigos: o Minorca, o Afonso, o Ricky e a Ana. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9mRVlSxUrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/bHnnuGCPRbI/s1600-h/parque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177329046613217970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9mRVlSxUrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/bHnnuGCPRbI/s200/parque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, marcaram um piquenique no Parque Infantil. Quando se encontraram no parque todos juntos, o Minorca disse:&lt;br /&gt;- No fim do piquenique, vamos brincar com as crianças no colégio?&lt;br /&gt;Ana diz: - Sim, vamos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois o Afonso convidou os amigos para jogar à bola.&lt;br /&gt;- Rapazes, temos de ir comprar uma bola nova, a minha rebentou.&lt;br /&gt;O Ricky disse: - Quem é que tem dinheiro?&lt;br /&gt;A Ana diz: - Eu tenho dinheiro para ir à Sport Zone.&lt;br /&gt;O Minorca diz: - Na Sport Zone há comida?&lt;br /&gt;O Ricky diz: - Claro que não.&lt;br /&gt;Como o Ricky é muito perigoso, viu um gato, pegou numa pedra e atirou ao gato.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, como não queria ir com os rapazes à Sport Zone, fui a uma loja de pluches e comprei um ursinho fofinho.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, os 4 amigos divertiram-se muito.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, cada um foi para sua casa e dormiu descansado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177328213389562514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9mQlFSxUpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JHsNXHEyqw0/s400/Laura5.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bárbara; Paulo; Renato; Ana Filipa; Gonçalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-1641748159961334100?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/1641748159961334100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=1641748159961334100' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1641748159961334100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1641748159961334100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/03/os-amigos-fantsticos.html' title='Os Amigos Fantásticos'/><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/R9mRVlSxUrI/AAAAAAAAAmg/bHnnuGCPRbI/s72-c/parque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-4017045970062794398</id><published>2008-03-13T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:10:02.054Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Cinco Escuteiros</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;Escrever individualmente e em grupo, a partir de motivações lúdicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fazer a "História contada em roda", onde cada elemento do grupo, pegando no que diz o colega anterior, dá continuidade à história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez 5 escuteiros que decidiram acampar. Os 5 escuteiros chamavam-se Jessica, Margarida, Pedro, Paulo e Carolina. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9mBBlSxUlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KOajEVfutXg/s1600-h/Laura4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177311110829789778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="348" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9mBBlSxUlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KOajEVfutXg/s320/Laura4.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica decidiu chamar os amigos para uma aventura e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos tentar passar um mês numa floresta selvagem?&lt;br /&gt;Todos aceitaram a proposta perigosa.&lt;br /&gt;Margarida disse: - Em primeiro lugar vamos preparar as tendas.&lt;br /&gt;No fim do dia todos foram para as tendas.&lt;br /&gt;O Pedro, no meio da noite, ouviu um barulho muito esquisito. Decidiu sair da tenda para ver o que se passava, era um lobo. Pedro não sabia o que fazer e decidiu chamar os amigos:&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica, Margarida, Paulo, Carina!!&lt;br /&gt;Paulo pensou: - Eu acho que trouxe uma espingarda. Pum… pum… Ppum…&lt;br /&gt;No fim de um grande susto, Paulo voltou para a sua tenda.&lt;br /&gt;- Tlim… tlim… tlim…&lt;br /&gt;- Quem será? – Disse o Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;- Sou eu, a Margarida. Estão a atacar a nossa tenda.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu vou já.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo pegou na espingarda e foi a correr. Quando chegou, deparou-se com um tigre.&lt;br /&gt;- Que vou fazer? Está a ficar próximo demais. Oh… a balas acabaram!&lt;br /&gt;Carolina, por trás do tigre, pegou num pau e trás… trás… trás.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tinha acabado o segundo pesadelo, todos foram dormir, menos a Carolina, ela não conseguia dormir porque ficou muito assustada. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9mC9VSxUoI/AAAAAAAAAmE/1gmFmj_DBbM/s1600-h/tigre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177313236838601346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9mC9VSxUoI/AAAAAAAAAmE/1gmFmj_DBbM/s200/tigre.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina resolveu chamar os amigos para jogarem cartas e todos aceitaram.&lt;br /&gt;Os 5 escuteiros nem deram conta das horas que passaram e já era de manhã. Os 5 escuteiros decidiram ir embora. Só foi um dia, mas foi muito interessante.&lt;br /&gt;Os 5 escuteiros foram para casa muito felizes porque conseguiram fazer missões perigosas.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os escuteiros foram almoçar juntos e fizeram uma grande festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grupo de trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mariana; Beatriz; Tiago; Francisco; Bruna&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/4235146677075042594-4017045970062794398?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/4017045970062794398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=4017045970062794398' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/4017045970062794398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/4017045970062794398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/03/os-cinco-escuteiros.html' title='Os Cinco Escuteiros'/><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/R9mBBlSxUlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KOajEVfutXg/s72-c/Laura4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-5058662354377200345</id><published>2008-03-06T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:42:39.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Mistérios da Escrita</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;Organizar textos próprios e alheios segundo critérios diversificados (temática, prosa, poesia).&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;Escrever as palavras e/ou versos que faltam no poema. Ordenar os versos e escrever poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escreve as palavras que faltam no poema, descobre-as no girassol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174689508150798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 474px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="437" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9AwsORE5-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/onIS7rTwwnI/s400/Laura1.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;Escreve os versos que faltam neste poema, descobre-os nos balões.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174690856770529298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9Ax6uRE6BI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AHewY080U7M/s400/Laura2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ordena os versos e escreve os poemas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174690981324580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 473px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="424" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R9AyB-RE6CI/AAAAAAAAAiI/e9rQZo8FiUw/s400/Laura3.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... mais flores? ...mais poesia?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/primaver_poesia.htm"&gt;Sim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-5058662354377200345?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/5058662354377200345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=5058662354377200345' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5058662354377200345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5058662354377200345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/03/os-mistrios-da-escrita.html' title='Os Mistérios da Escrita'/><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/R9AwsORE5-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/onIS7rTwwnI/s72-c/Laura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-1218141233942098596</id><published>2008-02-29T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:50:41.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Provérbios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Registar, por escrito, produções do património literário oral para as conservar ou para as transmitir.&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 provérbios conhecidos.&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;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99MS2RurS6k"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;inventar provérbios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dá aos pobres empresta a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Por morrer uma andorinha não acaba a Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;No S. Martinho vai à adega e prova o vinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando um burro fala, os outros baixam as orelhas.&lt;br /&gt;A bodas e a baptizados, não vás sem ser convidado.&lt;br /&gt;Gato escaldado da água fria tem medo.&lt;br /&gt;A pensar morreu um burro.&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus muitas e graças com Deus nenhumas.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem cão caça com gato.&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale um pássaro na mão do que dois a voar.&lt;br /&gt;Desmanchar e fazer, tudo é aprender.&lt;br /&gt;Quem muito dorme pouco aprende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo do meu amigo meu amigo é.&lt;br /&gt;Casa de Ferreiros espeto de pau.&lt;br /&gt;Apanha-se mais rápido um mentiroso que um coxo.&lt;br /&gt;Cão que ladra não morde.&lt;br /&gt;Entre marido e mulher não metas a colher.&lt;br /&gt;Amor com amor se paga.&lt;br /&gt;Vozes de burro não chegam ao céu.&lt;br /&gt;Filho de peixe sabe nadar.&lt;br /&gt;Em Abril águas mil.&lt;br /&gt;Deitar cedo e cedo erguer dá saúde e faz crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Quem corre por gosto não cansa.&lt;br /&gt;Quem conta um conto acrescenta-lhe um ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Água mole em pedra dura tanto bate até que fura.&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale um p de palerma do que um b de burro.&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai à guerra dá e leva.&lt;br /&gt;Não metas o nariz onde não és chamado.&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai ao mar perde o lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dmrdn8DUEbE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...mais provérbios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...saber mais de forma divertida:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/aulas_provebio1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nínel 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/aulas_provebio4.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nível 2&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/4235146677075042594-1218141233942098596?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/1218141233942098596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=1218141233942098596' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1218141233942098596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/1218141233942098596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/02/provrbios.html' title='Provérbios'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-7536764243958616141</id><published>2008-02-09T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:58:58.199Z</updated><title type='text'>O Circo</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;Registar o texto trabalhado, cuidando da sua apresentação gráfica, e integrá-lo em circuitos comunicativos.&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;Dar notícias da vinda do cico à nossa escola. Construir mapas semânticos relacionados com o tema.&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;Nós, alunos dos 3° e 4º anos - turma 3 - da EBl/JI de Gondizalves, concelho de Braga, queremos dar notícias do circo que tivemos cá na escola no passado dia 31 de Janeiro. Foi deste modo que demos início às festas Carnavalescas. Foi muito divertido, foi de mais!&lt;br /&gt;A primeira actuação começou com as cartas. O senhor tinha várias cartas com pintas todas diferentes e fazia magia, as cartas ficavam todas iguais.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vamos começar por falar das coisas que o nosso grupo mais gostou. Gostamos do guarda-chuva das fitinhas, era muito engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;De seguida a apresentadora meteu-se numa caixa, na qual o mágico espetou várias espadas. Por fim, ela conseguiu sair da caixa sem qualquer ferimento e com um vestido diferente, uma magia bem disfarçada!&lt;br /&gt;A actuação seguinte foi a das cobras, que medo que a professora Laura teve, deu um grito de morrer de susto!&lt;br /&gt;Depois das cobras a apresentadora fez maravilhosos recortes em papel, com as mãos atrás das costas, que ofereceu às pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Na actuação do malabarista com as raquetes, ele chamou um menino e uma menina. A menina foi a Mariana e o menino foi o Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;A seguir vieram os palhaços muito divertidos, brincando lutaram ao boxe, foi muito engraçado e muito fixe! Rimos à gargalhada!&lt;br /&gt;Quando acabou o circo os senhores puseram uma música, todos nós dançamos com muita alegria e entusiasmo.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma manhã muito divertida!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos aqueles que contribuíram para este dia maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166895439831074258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7SABvK3hdI/AAAAAAAAANk/Io5GcYx_Uos/s400/Circo+08+042.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que grande palhaçada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166895641694537186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7SANfK3heI/AAAAAAAAANs/fvx214iPK1w/s400/Circo+08+036.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam todos muito alegres e animados !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166894671031928258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7R_U_K3hcI/AAAAAAAAANc/MJZazG5DzTc/s400/Circo+08+041.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;Eram giros, não eram ????&lt;br /&gt;E muito animados….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Carnaval ninguém leva a mal!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah, ah ,ah …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mais tarde, o grupo do 3º ano construiu mapas semânticos relacionados com a palavra CARNAVAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166904055535470114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7SH3PK3hiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NwZz0rgnan8/s400/Circo+08+015.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166903849377039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7SHrPK3hhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UsnJD_7TCao/s400/Circo+08+016.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166903621743773186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7SHd_K3hgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BFnWWM2PI8w/s400/pnep1.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166903359750768114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R7SHOvK3hfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/02E8AsR4SHg/s400/pnep2.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-7536764243958616141?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/7536764243958616141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=7536764243958616141' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/7536764243958616141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/7536764243958616141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-circo-na-nossa-escola.html' title='O Circo'/><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/R7SABvK3hdI/AAAAAAAAANk/Io5GcYx_Uos/s72-c/Circo+08+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-5291275208334009011</id><published>2008-02-09T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:15:28.429Z</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;Organizar textos próprios e alheios segundo critérios diversificados.&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;A língua não tem apenas significado e mensagem, mas também uma forma física. A pedido da Senhora Professora, começamos por registar quatro palavras terminadas com o mesmo som e, a partir delas, construímos as seguintes rimas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mariana&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;: mato, cacto, gato e chato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui a um mato&lt;br /&gt;E tinha um cacto&lt;br /&gt;E vi um gato&lt;br /&gt;Que era um chato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;João Paulo&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;: arroto, maroto, torto e morto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O André deu um arroto&lt;br /&gt;ai que maroto!&lt;br /&gt;Foi visitar um morto&lt;br /&gt;todo torto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;: passear, falar, luar e andar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao luar&lt;br /&gt;vou passear&lt;br /&gt;andar a passo e a falar&lt;br /&gt;com o meu amigo a conversar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bárbara&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;: dançar, bailar, voar e cantar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cristina a dançar&lt;br /&gt;A Rosa a bailar&lt;br /&gt;A fada a voar&lt;br /&gt;e a Joana a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gonçalo&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;: chato, mato, cacto e fato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ao mato&lt;br /&gt;Com um belo fato&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei chato&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu fato ficou preso no cacto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Beatriz&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;osa&lt;/span&gt;: bondosa, vaidosa, gostosa e formosa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai ela toda formosa&lt;br /&gt;Toda gostosa&lt;br /&gt;E também bondosa&lt;br /&gt;Como ela é vaidosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Francisco José&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt;: panela, janela, canela e amarela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Joana vai à janela&lt;br /&gt;a seguir foi à panela&lt;br /&gt;Para deitar a canela&lt;br /&gt;na panela amarela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Filipa&lt;/span&gt; (palavras terminadas em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;: Mariana, Joana, ratazana e banana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num belo dia a Mariana&lt;br /&gt;Viu a Joana&lt;br /&gt;E foram comer uma banana&lt;br /&gt;Quando viram uma grande ratazana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-5291275208334009011?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235146677075042594.post-5771902171159818256</id><published>2008-01-24T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:14:05.268Z</updated><title type='text'>À Descoberta da Escrita</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;Distinguir, em frases simples, os elementos fundamentais (por extensão e por redução)&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;Nós, alunos do 3º ano, após o desafio lançado pela Senhora Professora, descobrimos individualmente  palavras com o sufixo "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mento&lt;/span&gt;"e elaborámos as seguinte frases:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mariana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou a fazer um apontamento no meu livro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou a fazer um levantamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu comprei um apartamento em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;No meu emprego recebi um aumento.&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos fazer um juramento no tribunal.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui fazer um ligamento no computador.&lt;br /&gt;Eles vivem um momento muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O Paulo fez um enforcamento ao peluche dele.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um relacionamento muito bom com a Beatriz e com a Laura.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi um gato muito bonito, foi um encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;O padre Luís fez um sacramento no Vaticano.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lamento que o Duarte tenha caído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatriz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Beatriz ficou um encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;O João foi descobrir o saneamento.&lt;br /&gt;A Laura viu o gradeamento à volta da escola.&lt;br /&gt;O Ricardo viu cimento na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Que grande sofrimento!&lt;br /&gt;O André viu muito movimento.&lt;br /&gt;A Liliana foi com os alunos a Inglaterra ver o monumento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Francisco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha avó está em sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo num apartamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou a um casamento.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo, lamento se te magoei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz o meu sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, nós fizemos um evaquamento.&lt;br /&gt;O funcionamento do computador é bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui a uma casa, era um encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fazer um levantamento sobre um trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo num apartamento.&lt;br /&gt;O meu amigo fez um acampamento.&lt;br /&gt;O meu amigo tem um relacionamento para contar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu li um livro de encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um momento feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O carro da minha mãe precisa de um lavamento.&lt;br /&gt;Nós tivemos um sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai faz um ligamento ao computador.&lt;br /&gt;O atleta fez um levantamento de pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tiago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui saber o que é o saneamento.&lt;br /&gt;O polícia faz o policiamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fazer uma festa que vai ser um encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;O meu amigo fez um movimento em falso.&lt;br /&gt;A professora foi ver um monumento a França.&lt;br /&gt;A escola tem um gradeamento.&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai tem um saco de cimento.&lt;br /&gt;Que triste sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gonçalo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vais fazer um juramento?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo num apartamento!&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai ver um levantamento de pesos.&lt;br /&gt;Nós tivemos um momento extraordinário.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso computador está em ligamento.&lt;br /&gt;No meu bar tive um aumento de mesada.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos assistir a um enforcamento.&lt;br /&gt;Vocês estão a fazer um apontamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou a ter um relacionamento com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Vi um filme, era um encantamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bárbara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Joana está em sofrimento!&lt;br /&gt;A professora está a ter um relacionamento comigo.&lt;br /&gt;O João tem um casamento.&lt;br /&gt;A Rita vive no apartamento.&lt;br /&gt;Lamento Pedro!&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou a fazer um levantamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz um sacramento, a minha primeira comunhão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui a um palácio e o palácio era um encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;O funcionamento da língua é muito giro.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia nós fizemos um evaquamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Filipa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou hoje ao acampamento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu moro num apartamento.&lt;br /&gt;A mãe está a fazer um relacionamento com o meu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava a fazer um ligamento.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele carro tem um andamento rápido.&lt;br /&gt;A minha avó teve um sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;A máquina de lavar tem um funcionamento muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;A máquina de lavar o carro faz um lavamento rápido. Os trabalhadores fizeram umlevantamento para arranjar a estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-5771902171159818256?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/5771902171159818256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=5771902171159818256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5771902171159818256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/5771902171159818256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/01/descobrir-palavras-acrescentando-o.html' title='À Descoberta da Escrita'/><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-4235146677075042594.post-9204112994201974640</id><published>2007-11-05T00:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:23:54.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Lenda de S. Martinho</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;Registar, por escrito, produções do património literário oral para as conservar ou para as transmitir.&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;Recontar a lenda de S. Martinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5iHbXCT-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tu2x3xEiYG0/s1600-h/S.Martinho_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um menino chamado Martinho. O seu pai era &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=general&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e treinava os &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=soldados&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=220&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soldados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=imperador&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imperador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5ilrXCT_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FK2QuCDZfSc/s1600-h/S.Martinho_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129145425055600626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5ilrXCT_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FK2QuCDZfSc/s400/S.Martinho_1.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um dia, o Imperador ordenou que o pai de Martinho se transferisse para &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=Pavia+-+it%C3%A1lia&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pavia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, em &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=it%C3%A1lia&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144836645081042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5iDbXCT9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0DRVozel06k/s400/S.Martinho_2.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;Uma tarde, já em Pavia, enquanto Martinho lançava o &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=pi%C3%A3o&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, rebentou uma &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=trovoada&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;trovoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Martinho assustou-se tanto que correu a refugiar-se numa &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=igreja&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Igreja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5h_rXCT8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/-SQnlnL1l3M/s1600-h/S.Martinho_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144772220571586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5h_rXCT8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/-SQnlnL1l3M/s400/S.Martinho_3.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lá dentro estava um &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=bispo&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bispo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a contar histórias de &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=jesus&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e dos &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=ap%C3%B3stolos&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apóstolos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;- Que histórias tão bonitas... - disse Martinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5h7rXCT7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/djJ-O_plg6s/s1600-h/S.Martinho_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144703501094834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5h7rXCT7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/djJ-O_plg6s/s400/S.Martinho_4.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foi nessa altura que Martinho se começou a interessar e a aprender o &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=catecismo&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;catecismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ele e os amigos estavam tão entusiasmados, que decidiram viver da mesma maneira que viviam os &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=santos+igreja&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que conheciam das histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5h27XCT6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/tDAz_cYEkHU/s1600-h/S.Martinho_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144621896716194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5h27XCT6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/tDAz_cYEkHU/s400/S.Martinho_5.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alimentavam-se apenas de &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=raizes&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;raizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e de &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=frutos&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;frutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, mas acontece que, um dia, comeram &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=cogumelos&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=20&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;ndsp=20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cogumelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; venenosos e adoeceram gravemente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hyLXCT5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4Rx1hj6fPZc/s1600-h/S.Martinho_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144540292337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hyLXCT5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4Rx1hj6fPZc/s400/S.Martinho_6.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem lhes valeu foi o bispo, que por ali ia a passar e lhes trouxe &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=leite&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que os salvou do terrível &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=veneno&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hn7XCT4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/XHjNVCrawzM/s1600-h/S.Martinho_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144364198678402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hn7XCT4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/XHjNVCrawzM/s400/S.Martinho_7.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Martinho resolveu voltar para &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=casa&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O pai disse-lhe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;- És alto e forte. Acho que já podes ser soldado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hkLXCT3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vAMgva8PJFQ/s1600-h/S.Martinho_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144299774168946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hkLXCT3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vAMgva8PJFQ/s400/S.Martinho_8.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nesse mesmo dia, pai e filho foram ao &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=pal%C3%A1cio&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;palácio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do imperador. Martinho recebeu a &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=espada&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, uma &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=capa+s.+martinho&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=20&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;capa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e a ordem para ir lutar para &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=fran%C3%A7a&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. O pai explicou-lhe que metade da capa não lhe pertencia: seria sempre do imperador e ele devia usá-la para se lembrar que estava ao serviço do &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=imp%C3%A9rio+romano&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Império&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hfrXCT2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PKjoAAq19s8/s1600-h/S.Martinho_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144222464757602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hfrXCT2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PKjoAAq19s8/s400/S.Martinho_9.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Uma tarde, ia Martinho a caminho da cidade de &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=cidade+Amiens&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amiens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, quando rebentou uma grande &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=tempestade&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. O vento soprava &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=frio&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e Martinho aconchegou-se melhor dentro da sua capa quentinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hb7XCT1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZJLEdnCf8cs/s1600-h/S.Martinho_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144158040248146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hb7XCT1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZJLEdnCf8cs/s400/S.Martinho_10.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Estava já a chegar às &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=portas+da+cidade&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;portas da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, quando viu, à beira da &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=estrada&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, um homem a pedir esmola, cheio de frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hX7XCT0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aP-wOGgm55g/s1600-h/S.Martinho_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144089320771394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hX7XCT0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aP-wOGgm55g/s400/S.Martinho_11.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Martinho parou imediatamente o &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=cavalo&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cavalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Procurou algumas &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=moedas&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;moedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no bolso, mas nada encontrou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hULXCTzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r3hAcfmp198/s1600-h/S.Martinho_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129144024896261938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hULXCTzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r3hAcfmp198/s400/S.Martinho_12.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;Então teve uma ideia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;- Vou dar-lhe metade da minha capa de soldado!&lt;br /&gt;(Martinho não podia dar-lhe a outra metade, pois pertencia ao imperador.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hPrXCTyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7eC2kdUfXbQ/s1600-h/S.Martinho_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143947586850594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hPrXCTyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7eC2kdUfXbQ/s400/S.Martinho_13.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sem hesitar, pegou na espada, rasgou a capa em duas partes iguais e entregou uma metade ao homem. E, nesse momento, aconteceu um milagre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hMrXCTxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LGkiglVLVKs/s1600-h/S.Martinho_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143896047243026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hMrXCTxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LGkiglVLVKs/s400/S.Martinho_14.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Para que nenhum dos homens passasse mais frio, as &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=nuvens&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; desapareceram e o &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=sol&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brilhou com toda a força. É por isso que ainda hoje, quando faz sol em Novembro, dizemos que é o &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=ver%C3%A3o+s.+martinho&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Verão de S. Martinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hI7XCTwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0JmTuqrwA-Y/s1600-h/S.Martinho_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143831622733570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hI7XCTwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0JmTuqrwA-Y/s400/S.Martinho_15.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Martinho era um homem tão bom que se tornou &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=santos+da+igreja&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=20&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;ndsp=20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hoje todos o conhecemos: no seu dia, 11 de Novembro, é costume fazer, uma festa onde se partilham castanhas em sua homenagem - O &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=magusto&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;magusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hErXCTvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XamFCVvrm4g/s1600-h/S.Martinho_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143758608289522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hErXCTvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XamFCVvrm4g/s400/S.Martinho_16.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nem todos podem ser grandes, mas todos podem ser bons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz é apenas aquele que ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hBLXCTuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/d3vVb7Z4r2o/s1600-h/S.Martinho_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143698478747362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/Ry5hBLXCTuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/d3vVb7Z4r2o/s400/S.Martinho_17.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Turma 3&lt;br /&gt;Alunos dos 3º e 4º anos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4235146677075042594-9204112994201974640?l=gon0708t3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/feeds/9204112994201974640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4235146677075042594&amp;postID=9204112994201974640' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/9204112994201974640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4235146677075042594/posts/default/9204112994201974640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2007/11/lenda-de-s-martinho.html' title='Lenda de S. 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