tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55166894748066535612011-07-08T11:18:18.367+01:00elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-56462336745873500592009-06-04T12:54:00.000+01:002009-06-07T22:31:48.727+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiwpsK95nBI/AAAAAAAABHM/lO5wXZuwAeM/s1600-h/versos+de+Tiago+Ferreira+-+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiwpsK95nBI/AAAAAAAABHM/lO5wXZuwAeM/s400/versos+de+Tiago+Ferreira+-+2009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344692696616901650" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tiago Ferreira, "Da Primavera..."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">No C.R., conversa com os alunos presentes.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li style="text-align: right;"><b> João garantiu que enviaria, por <i>email</i>, </b></li></ul><b><br /><div style="text-align: right;">o trabalho escrito, até domingo à noite.</div></b></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-5646233674587350059?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-1651605197654755902009-06-03T13:40:00.005+01:002009-06-07T22:22:16.679+01:00<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiwmXqiGO-I/AAAAAAAABHE/CoPGlVQvZh8/s1600-h/ameixas+da+AA+-+junho+2009+-+eli.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiwmXqiGO-I/AAAAAAAABHE/CoPGlVQvZh8/s400/ameixas+da+AA+-+junho+2009+-+eli.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344689045778086882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A.A. - Junho - as ameixas</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Joana Espadinha - apresentação oral de "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/16039897/Joana-Espadinha-Amor-a-ultima-vista-conto-de-Mia-Couto">Amor à última vista</a>", conto de Mia Couto.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Auto-avaliação. Reflexão sobre o ano lectivo.</li></ul><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><b>Cheila - não quis fazer a apresentação oral</b></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><b>João - ainda não entregou o trabalho escrito.</b></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><b>Mariana Prior abandonou a aula antes de fazer a auto-avaliação e a reflexão.</b></li></ul></div></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-165160519765475590?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-22419849891861670102009-05-28T12:15:00.008+01:002009-05-30T17:55:26.160+01:00<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sh7-13r_0sI/AAAAAAAAA5U/1P-UKvttajw/s1600-h/Ana+C%C3%A9lia+-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto-.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sh7-13r_0sI/AAAAAAAAA5U/1P-UKvttajw/s400/Ana+C%C3%A9lia+-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto-.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340986409542996674" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ana Célia<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- ilustração para "As lágrimas de Diamantinha", de Mia Couto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Apresentaram trabalhos:</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li style="text-align: center;">Adriana - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15933482/Adriana-A-Morte-o-Tempo-e-o-Velho-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">A morte, o tempo e o velho"</a></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li style="text-align: center;">Raquel - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15951598/Raquel-Na-Berma-de-Nenhuma-Estrada-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Na berma de nenhuma estrada</a>"</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Ana Célia - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15951012/Ana-Celia-As-lagrimas-de-Diamantinha-conto-de-Mia-Couto">As lágrimas de Diamantinha</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Ana Catarina - "Isaura, para sempre dentro de mim"</li></ul><div><ul><li>João - "O arroto de Dona Elisa"</li></ul></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> - APRESENTAÇÕES ORAIS (ainda) em falta:</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">- Cheila</div><div style="text-align: right;">- Joana Espadinha</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-2241984989186167010?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-62511460638328858762009-05-27T22:40:00.013+01:002009-05-31T03:07:30.951+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiHl_1wh0sI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uOONRbynLSY/s1600-h/gauguin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiHl_1wh0sI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uOONRbynLSY/s400/gauguin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341803517963260610" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ana Francisca<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Gauguin para ilustrar "Prostituição Auditiva", de Mia Couto<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiF2KU4ISmI/AAAAAAAAA88/D8PvpZDszUY/s1600-h/Diogo+-+desenho+para+-escrevido+-+conto+de+Mia+Couto.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiF2KU4ISmI/AAAAAAAAA88/D8PvpZDszUY/s400/Diogo+-+desenho+para+-escrevido+-+conto+de+Mia+Couto.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341680552813021794" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Diogo<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- ilustração para "O escrevido", de Mia Couto</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Apresentação oral de trabalhos:<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: center;">Diogo - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15952691/Diogo-O-Escrevido-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">O escrevido</a>"</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Joana Marques - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15949455/Joana-Ezequiela-A-Humanidade-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Ezequiela, a humanidade</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Inês - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15902483/Ines-E-para-o-baile-conto-de-Mia-Couto">E pára o baile</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Filipe - " <a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15955511/Filipe-As-revelacoes-do-falecido-conto-de-Mia-Couto">As revelações do falecido</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Marta - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15958424/Marta-A-Outra-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">A outra</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Mariana Prior" - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15953953/Mariana-Prior-O-Falecimento-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">O falecimento</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Ana Francisca - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15959067/Ana-Francisca-Prostituicao-Auditiva-conto-de-Mia-Couto">Prostituição auditiva</a>"</li></ul></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6251146063832885876?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-16335974564885008102009-05-21T22:12:00.007+01:002009-05-24T18:20:31.308+01:00<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcVoa11-CI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Inc9FiksP_8/s1600-h/Rita,+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto,+e+p%C3%A1ra+o+baile+(Medium).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcVoa11-CI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Inc9FiksP_8/s400/Rita,+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto,+e+p%C3%A1ra+o+baile+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338759667415119906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- ilustração para "E pára o baile", de Mia Couto</span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcVhzWMoXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/5by19NKURto/s1600-h/TIAGO+-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto-Bartolominha+e+o+pelicano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcVhzWMoXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/5by19NKURto/s400/TIAGO+-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto-Bartolominha+e+o+pelicano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338759553734189426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tiago</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- imagem escolhida para ilustrar "Bartolominha e o pelicano"</span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcVcmsshfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/4tWOumD_Fio/s1600-h/CHANTELLE-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto+-+Dois+cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es,+uma+caligrafia.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcVcmsshfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/4tWOumD_Fio/s400/CHANTELLE-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+de+Mia+Couto+-+Dois+cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es,+uma+caligrafia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338759464439547378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chantelle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- ilustração para "Dois corações, uma caligrafia", de Mia Couto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Mia Couto - continuação das apresentações orais:</li></ul><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Chantelle - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15770957/Chantelle-Dois-coracoes-uma-caligrafia-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Dois corações, uma caligrafia</a>"</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Marcos - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15736286/MARCOS-Prenda-de-Anos-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Prenda de anos</a>"</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Tiago - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15737045/Tiago-Bartolominha-e-o-Pelicano-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Bartolominha e o pelicano</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Rita - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15751903/Rita-E-para-o-baile-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">E pára o baile</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Mário - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15746449/MARIO-O-moco-nao-mental-conto-de-Mia-Couto">O moço não mental</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Andreia - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15769481/ANDREIA-Fosforescencias-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Fosforescências</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Ana Lúcia - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15753438/Ana-Lucia-O-fazedor-de-luzes-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">O fazedor de luzes</a>"</li></ul></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-1633597456488500810?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-7639848309398907332009-05-20T07:02:00.004+01:002009-05-24T13:54:27.376+01:00<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcUVIN_x4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/wbYIUxrNvkw/s1600-h/Toya-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+-rosita-de+Mia+Couto.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShcUVIN_x4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/wbYIUxrNvkw/s400/Toya-+ilustra%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para+o+conto+-rosita-de+Mia+Couto.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338758236487010178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Toya</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- ilustração para "Rosita", conto de Mia Couto</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShOTH9IPpMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1L9CXux7qZk/s1600-h/mariana+cruz_maio_2009_trabalho_conto_de_Mia_Couto-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ShOTH9IPpMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1L9CXux7qZk/s400/mariana+cruz_maio_2009_trabalho_conto_de_Mia_Couto-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337771748241679554" /></a> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mariana Cruz<br />- ilustração para "Os amores de Alminha", conto de Mia Couto</span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Entrega e apreciação crítica dos contos.</li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Mia Couto - Contos - apresentação oral:</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Mariana Cruz - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15755130/Mariana-Cruz-Oa-Amores-de-Alminha-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Os amores de Alminha</a>"</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Toya - "<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/15766449/Toya-Rosita-Conto-de-Mia-Couto">Rosita</a>"</li></ul><div><ul><li>Carlos - "Os gatos voadores"</li></ul></div></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-763984830939890733?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-2989638449837128592009-05-14T12:30:00.007+01:002009-05-30T22:33:23.898+01:00<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SgyOl7pVfKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/lj4mlz8b0JQ/s1600-h/pausa+para+ler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335796440844565666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SgyOl7pVfKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/lj4mlz8b0JQ/s400/pausa+para+ler.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Conclusão e entrega dos trabalhos:</li></ul><p> </p><br /><br /><br /><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-laventure-commence.html">Adriana</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-uma-casa-que-rebenta.html">Ana Célia</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-comunicacao.html">Ana Francisca</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-carolina-e-o-coracao-de-plastico.html">Ana Lúcia</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-o-gigante-anao.html">Andreia</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-o-planeta-desconhecido.html">Carlos</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-plasmor.html">Chantelle</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-o-amigo-sousel.html">Inês</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-bela-solidao.html">Joana Espadinha</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-sem-titulo_14.html">João</a></div><div align="center"><br /></div></li><li style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-o-mar-do-sol.html">Mariana Cruz</a></li></ul><ul><li style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-ilustracao.html">Mariana Prior</a></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-mudanca-de-elca.html">Mário</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-maior-torre-de.html">Raquel</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-vaca-margarida.html">Rita</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-sem-titulo.html">Tiago</a></div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conto-cada-um-e-como-e.html">Toya</a></div></li></ul><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sgvyo5MHOtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/PvMQVIs1UXY/s1600-h/20+de+maio+-+pausa+sil%C3%AAncio.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335624967910800082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sgvyo5MHOtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/PvMQVIs1UXY/s200/20+de+maio+-+pausa+sil%C3%AAncio.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Trabalhos enviados por mail - <a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/04/guiao-de-leitura.html">prazo</a></span></span>.<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-298963844983712859?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-8976854367307470992009-05-13T21:34:00.000+01:002009-05-14T21:43:25.684+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SgyAinWsblI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oz3AktblTVs/s1600-h/Selznick_hugo+cabre.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SgyAinWsblI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oz3AktblTVs/s400/Selznick_hugo+cabre.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780990695272018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">foto: de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">A Invenção de Hugo Cabret</span>  de  Brian Selznick</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Elaboração do conto (cont.).</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Um possível modelo para um conto diferentemente ilustrado: Brian Selznick, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">A Invenção de Hugo Cabret</span>.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Esclarecimento das dúvidas colocadas sobre o trabalho de análise dos contos de Mia Couto.</li></ul></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-897685436730747099?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-28679197382797460592009-05-07T13:12:00.000+01:002009-05-14T21:18:34.667+01:00<br><br><div style="text-align: center;" div=""><embed src="http://widget-85.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2882303761542374789&amp;site=widget-85.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761542374789&amp;map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p4/2882303761542374789/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Criação de um conto inspirado na visita à exposição de Nesbitt.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Exposição oral: esclarecimento de dúvidas.</li></ul></div> </div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-2867919738279746059?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-27232257173819583082009-05-06T13:41:00.001+01:002009-05-31T20:09:10.832+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLU-xBSJpI/AAAAAAAAA_k/BnQwNeKdhHQ/s1600-h/Marguerite+YourcenarWEB.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLU-xBSJpI/AAAAAAAAA_k/BnQwNeKdhHQ/s400/Marguerite+YourcenarWEB.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342066282790528658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.toutenart.com/Nicole%20Lavallee/Photos/Marguerite%20YourcenarWEB.gif">Marguerite Yourcenar </a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>"O último amor do Príncipe Genghi" - trabalho de pares.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-2723225717381958308?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-79702550329695203692009-04-30T13:00:00.001+01:002009-05-31T20:01:47.170+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLSOPYX-_I/AAAAAAAAA_c/4Uwiczu1tU4/s1600-h/marguerite_yourcenar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLSOPYX-_I/AAAAAAAAA_c/4Uwiczu1tU4/s400/marguerite_yourcenar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342063250103598066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Marguerite Yourcenar </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(-imagem da net)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Marguerite Yourcenar - referência biobibliográfica.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Leitura de excertos de: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Memórias de Adriano</span> e de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Obra ao Negro</span>.</li></ul><div><ul><li>Leitura silenciosa de "O último Amor do Príncipe Genghi".</li></ul><div><ul><li>Clarificação de sentidos das palavras e expressões desconhecidas.</li></ul><div><ul><li>Impressões resultantes da leitura silenciosa do conto de Yourcenar.</li></ul></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-7970255032969520369?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-10825803921518133722009-04-29T13:40:00.001+01:002009-05-31T19:49:05.610+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLP9TLuC5I/AAAAAAAAA_U/_rexa-icHn0/s1600-h/chichorro"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLP9TLuC5I/AAAAAAAAA_U/_rexa-icHn0/s400/chichorro" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342060760043228050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Roberto Chichorro</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>"O Homem cadente" - conclusão dos trabalhos.</li></ul></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-1082580392151813372?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-46012621419847673222009-04-23T13:39:00.001+01:002009-05-31T19:39:31.280+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLNkGqmOMI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GJXji80EUBg/s1600-h/MIA+COUTO"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLNkGqmOMI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GJXji80EUBg/s400/MIA+COUTO" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342058128163092674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mia Couto </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> ( imagem da net)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Mia Couto - a escrita.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">"O Homem Cadente" - leitura silenciosa do texto.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Conversa sobre o conto.</li></ul><div><ul><li>A realidade. O sonho.</li></ul></div><div><ul><li>A estrutura narrativa.</li></ul></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-4601262141984767322?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-71447764342850923992009-04-22T13:59:00.005+01:002009-05-31T19:31:04.834+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLL-vouD8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/3CoCqB8EOj0/s1600-h/Planeta_azul.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLL-vouD8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/3CoCqB8EOj0/s400/Planeta_azul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342056386814414786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Imagem da net</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Mia Couto - indicação dos contos escolhidos.</li></ul><ul><li>Regras para a elaboração do trabalho e prazos de entrega.</li></ul><div><ul><li>Conclusão dos trabalhos iniciados na aula passada.</li></ul></div><br /><br /><ul><li><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/04/apresentacao-oral.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Os contos escolhidos</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></strong></div></li></ul><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><ul><li><div align="center"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/04/guiao-de-leitura.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Guião de leitura - prazos a cumprir</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></strong></div></li></ul><p></p><p></p><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-7144776434285092399?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-72407419350658140412009-04-16T14:05:00.001+01:002009-05-31T19:23:04.810+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLKGtxFxPI/AAAAAAAAA-8/y2p0nXOEVSo/s1600-h/Maria+Judite+de+Carvalho"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLKGtxFxPI/AAAAAAAAA-8/y2p0nXOEVSo/s400/Maria+Judite+de+Carvalho" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054324728349938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maria Judite de Carvalho</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Leitura silenciosa do conto "Aquele Azul".</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Esclarecimento de palavras e expressões desconhecidas.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Reconto oral.</li></ul><div><ul><li>Elaboração da ficha do Manual.</li></ul></div></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-7240741935065814041?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-34469493074458366422009-04-15T14:05:00.001+01:002009-05-31T19:12:27.917+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLGZafpD-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/5CrveZqB0z0/s1600-h/manuel-fonseca_auto-retrato.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SiLGZafpD-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/5CrveZqB0z0/s400/manuel-fonseca_auto-retrato.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342050247925895138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Manuel da Fonseca</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">"O Retrato", conto de Manuel da Fonseca - leitura oral.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Contextualização - referência ao sistema escolar vigente na época.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Debate em torno das questões levantadas com a leitura explicativa do texto de Manuel da Fonseca.</li></ul><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Os olhos do poeta </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><span style="line-height:115%;Georgia&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">O poeta tem olhos de água para reflectirem todas as cores do mundo, <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e as formas e as proporções exactas, mesmo das coisas que os sábios desconhecem. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Em seu olhar estão as distâncias sem mistério que há entre as estrelas, <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e estão as estrelas luzindo na penumbra dos bairros da miséria, <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">com as silhuetas escuras dos meninos vadios esguedelhados ao vento. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Em seu olhar estão as neves eternas dos Himalaias vencidos <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e as rugas maceradas das mães que perderam os filhos na luta entre as pátrias <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e o movimento ululante das cidades marítimas onde se falam todas as línguas da terra <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e o gesto desolado dos homens que voltam ao lar com as mãos vazias e calejadas <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e a luz do deserto incandescente e trémula, e os gestos dos pólos, brancos, brancos, <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e a sombra das pálpebras sobre o rosto das noivas que não noivaram <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e os tesouros dos oceanos desvendados maravilhando com contos-de-fada à hora da infância <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e os trapos negros das mulheres dos pescadores esvoaçando como bandeiras aflitas <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">e correndo pela costa de mãos jogadas pró mar amaldiçoando a tempestade: <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">- todas as cores, todas as formas do mundo se agitam e gritam nos olhos do poeta. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Do seu olhar, que é um farol erguido no alto de um promontório, <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">sai uma estrela voando nas trevas <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">tocando de esperança o coração dos homens de todas as latitudes. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">E os dias claros, inundados de vida, perdem o brilho nos olhos do poeta <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">que escreve poemas de revolta com tinta de sol na noite de angústia que pesa no mundo. <br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Manuel da Fonseca, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Poemas completos <br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><p></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-3446949307445836642?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-61754968488654685792009-03-26T13:36:00.003Z2009-04-01T05:57:03.455+01:00<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SdLvXLMRXJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/i9-hW3vHJ9M/s1600-h/final+do+2%C2%BA+per%C3%ADodo-eli.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SdLvXLMRXJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/i9-hW3vHJ9M/s400/final+do+2%C2%BA+per%C3%ADodo-eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319577291298266258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Conversa sobre <span style="font-style: italic;">Na Berma de Nenhuma Estrada e outros contos</span> de Mia Couto - trabalho para apresentação oral no 3º período.</li></ul><br /><div><ul><li>Avaliação - proposta ao <a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-periodo-proposta-de-avaliacao.html">Conselho de Turma.</a></li></ul><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*** Sugestão Pascal (*_*):</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><ol style="font-weight: bold;"><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ir lendo</span> os contos de Mia Couto</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">seleccionar o preferido</span></li></ol></div></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6175496848865468579?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-70732812422697352082009-03-19T12:15:00.002Z2009-04-01T04:56:02.985+01:00<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ScTLJtf0qxI/AAAAAAAAATo/rxL-wbJ4_QA/s1600-h/zmanel-natliacorreia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ScTLJtf0qxI/AAAAAAAAATo/rxL-wbJ4_QA/s400/zmanel-natliacorreia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315596827896359698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Zé Manel - na Galeria Lino António - E.S.A. António Arroio<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li> «<a href="http://visitasdeestudo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html">Árvore da Poesia da A.A.-2009</a>» - <a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/13484032/poesia-e">o nosso contributo</a>.<br /></li></ul></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sugestão</span> - no sábado aproveitem bem o Dia da Poesia, vão, por exemplo<br /></li></ul><ul><li>ao <a href="http://www.ccb.pt/sites/ccb/pt-PT/Programacao/Literatura/Pages/Diamundialdapoesia2009.aspx">CCB</a></li></ul><ul><li>festejar o equinócio da Primavera na <a href="http://arteziletras.blogspot.com/2009/03/festa-desenho-e-paisagem.html">Gulbenkian</a><br /></li></ul></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-7073281242269735208?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-48606694188202049652009-03-18T13:00:00.011Z2009-03-25T00:01:11.186Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Scjg593FexI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Td2eRPR9G9Q/s1600-h/Chagall_poeta+com+asas+de+pintor_Vitrais-Zurique.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Scjg593FexI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Td2eRPR9G9Q/s400/Chagall_poeta+com+asas+de+pintor_Vitrais-Zurique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316746646573644562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Vitrais de<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Chagall</span> em Fraumünster-Suiça<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >**<span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-poema-de-marc-chagall.html">Chagall</a></span><br /><br />"Poeta com asas de pintor",<br /><br />segundo Henry Miller</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><ul><li>Trabalhos recebidos por email:</li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>opcionais:<br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/adriana.html">Adriana, nº1</a><br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-cavalo-o-cavalo-eli-carlos-n-8.html">Carlos, nº 8</a></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/chantelle.html">Chantelle, nº 9</a><br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/diogo.html">Diogo, nº 12</a></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/joao.html">João, nº 17</a></li></ul><ul><li>cartas:</li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/diogo-ines-paulo-marta-prior.html">Diogo, nº12 - Inês Paulo, nº 14 - Marta Prior, nº 21</a><br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/filipe-joao.html">Filipe, nº 13 - João, nº 17</a><br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-4860669418820204965?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-20277942419682620062009-03-12T11:00:00.003Z2009-03-27T17:50:26.296Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sbg48VqkzHI/AAAAAAAAATA/SkbiuGDbkrg/s1600-h/FLORBELA+ESPANCA+por+carlos+peres+feio-2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sbg48VqkzHI/AAAAAAAAATA/SkbiuGDbkrg/s400/FLORBELA+ESPANCA+por+carlos+peres+feio-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312058369742523506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Florbela Espanca por carlos peres feio<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Apresentação oral do trabalho individual:</li></ul><ul><li>Adriana, Mário Cesariny de Vasconcelos - "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/adriana_12.html">Poema</a>"</li></ul><ul><li>Cheila</li></ul><ul><li>Diogo, Florbela Espanca - "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/diogo_12.html">Amar</a>"<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Filipe</li></ul><ul><li>Raquel<br /></li></ul></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Teresa Silva Carvalho canta Florbela Espanca</span><br /><object width="200" height="75"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d6b69b5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">No C.R.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SbjrdbOvwoI/AAAAAAAAATI/VPX5S1wtP6k/s1600-h/Feira+do+Livro+Usado.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SbjrdbOvwoI/AAAAAAAAATI/VPX5S1wtP6k/s200/Feira+do+Livro+Usado.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312254651241841282" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />de 23 a 27 de Março<br />das 12h às 14h<br /></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-2027794241968262006?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-51072809468469986092009-03-11T13:00:00.005Z2009-03-28T02:11:39.690Z<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SbJsWQCefCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k08OfCfm8ok/s1600-h/vinicius-de-moraes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310426040141511714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 302px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SbJsWQCefCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k08OfCfm8ok/s400/vinicius-de-moraes.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: center;">caricatura de Vinicius de Moraes <a href="http://adamrabello.blogspot.com/2008/09/vinicius-de-moraes-caricatura-do.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">aqui</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Continuação da apresentação oral dos trabalhos individuais:</li></ul><br /><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Carlos - Miguel Torga, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/carlos.html">Ariane</a>"</li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Inês - Ruy Belo, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/ines.html">E tudo era possível</a>"<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Joana<br /></li></ul><ul><li>João - Fernando Pessoa, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/joao_11.html">Opiário</a>"<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Marcos - Vinicius de Moraes, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/marcos.html">Garota de Ipanema</a>"</li></ul><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Toquinho interpreta Vinicius</span><br /><object width="200" height="75"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6ffdbce" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object><br /></div></div></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-5107280946846998609?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-4397837342618237942009-03-05T06:35:00.008Z2009-03-28T02:30:11.212Z<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sa2vcN00ykI/AAAAAAAAASo/g-7XkLCg968/s1600-h/Pessoa+por+cpfeio-2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309092435022105154" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 225px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sa2vcN00ykI/AAAAAAAAASo/g-7XkLCg968/s400/Pessoa+por+cpfeio-2006.jpg" border="0" /></a></div> </div> <ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Continuação da apresentação oral dos trabalhos individuais:</li></ul><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Ana Silva - Eugénio de Andrade, <a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/ana-silva.html">Poema VIII</a><br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Rita - José Niza, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/rita.html">e depois do adeus</a>"</li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Tiago - Fernando Pessoa, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiago.html">Ulisses</a>"<br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Toya - Eugénio de Andrade, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/toya.html">Poema à mãe</a>"<br /></li></ul><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>Trabalho suplementar - <a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/miguel-torga.html">Mariana Cruz</a> - Miguel Torga</li></ul><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"e depois do adeus", Paulo de Carvalho</span><br /><object width="200" height="75"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c284a6e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">"Poema à mãe", <span style="font-style: italic;">diseur</span>: António Cardoso Pinto. <a href="http://www.triplov.com/poesia/eugenio_de_andrade/poema_a_mae.htm">TriploV</a><br /></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-439783734261823794?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-19535448792705493692009-03-04T01:29:00.014Z2009-03-28T02:45:50.750Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sa7yo_i_96I/AAAAAAAAASw/i_90hjKwB88/s1600-h/carlos+drummond+de+andrade.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/Sa7yo_i_96I/AAAAAAAAASw/i_90hjKwB88/s400/carlos+drummond+de+andrade.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309447796783314850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Carlos Drummond de Andrade - ver esta e outras caricaturas <a href="http://fabricarica.2it.com.br/?ref=galeria">aqui</a></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Apresentação oral dos trabalhos</li></ul><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Ana Catarina - António Gedeão,"Pedra Filosofal"</li></ul><ul><li>Ana Célia - Carlos Drummond de Andrade, "<a href="http://texere.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-sem-razes-do-amor.html">As Sem razões do Amor</a>"<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Ana Francisca -<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Ana Lúcia</li></ul><ul><li>Chantelle - Florbela Espanca, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/chantelle_04.html">Desejo</a>"<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Marta</li></ul><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Manuel Freire - "Pedra Filosofal"<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d242ab7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Drummond dito por Scarlett Moon<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f7e8194" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-1953544879270549369?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-51796119441679801852009-02-26T12:15:00.005Z2009-03-03T22:22:31.322Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SabalLZCD7I/AAAAAAAAASI/oCIwgzcW1go/s1600-h/Miguel+Torga+por+cperesfeio-2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SabalLZCD7I/AAAAAAAAASI/oCIwgzcW1go/s400/Miguel+Torga+por+cperesfeio-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307169543150505906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Miguel Torga por Carlos Peres Feio - para o 10º F -<br /></span></div><br /><br /><ul><li>Presença da psicóloga estagiária do SPO.</li></ul><ul><li>Apresentação oral de trabalhos:</li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Andreia - António Aleixo, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/03/antonio-aleixo.html">A Arte</a>"<br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Joana - Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li>Mariana - Miguel Torga, "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/02/quase-um-poema-de-amor.html">Quase um poema de amor</a>"<br /></li></ul></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-5179611944167980185?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-33534624549559838352009-02-19T13:00:00.005Z2009-02-21T19:23:32.463Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ2UigGp92I/AAAAAAAAAQY/3yJlZmUYLlo/s1600-h/marc_chagall+-+Orpheus-1913-14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ2UigGp92I/AAAAAAAAAQY/3yJlZmUYLlo/s400/marc_chagall+-+Orpheus-1913-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304559256566626146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Marc Chagall, <span style="font-style: italic;">Orpheus</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser-poeta-e.html">Ser poeta é</a>...</li></ul><ul><li>Ler - ouvir - sentir poesia.</li></ul><br /><br /></div></div><br />Luís Represas - Ser Poeta<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1a58b58" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Carlos Drummond de Andrade - Arte Poética<br />dito por Scarlet Moon<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f1c7f00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-3353462454955983835?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-74296418652975542542009-02-18T20:29:00.001Z2009-02-21T19:23:10.572Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZseQbV2ClI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kojuIIxVgxE/s1600-h/eli+-+const%C3%A2ncia+-+pormenor+da+est%C3%A1tua+de+Cam%C3%B5es+-+18-2-2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZseQbV2ClI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kojuIIxVgxE/s400/eli+-+const%C3%A2ncia+-+pormenor+da+est%C3%A1tua+de+Cam%C3%B5es+-+18-2-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303866253725010514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Camões - <a href="http://visitasdeestudo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html">aqui</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Entrega e correcção do teste sumativo.</li></ul><ul><li>Esclarecimento de dúvidas.</li></ul><ul><li>Marcação das <a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/02/apresentacao-oral.html">datas da apresentação oral do trabalho individual</a>.</li></ul><ul><li>Em torno da exposição no C.R. - "Cartas de Amor".<br /></li></ul></div></div><br /><ul style="text-align: right;"><li> Ver<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/02/trabalho-do-tiago.html"> aqui</a> os trabalhos recebidos por <span style="font-style: italic;">e-mail</span>:</li></ul><ul style="text-align: right;"><li>nº 5 - Ana Francisca</li></ul><ul style="text-align: right;"><li>nº 8 - Carlos</li></ul><ul style="text-align: right;"><li>nº 19 - Mariana</li></ul><ul style="text-align: right;"><li>nº 25 - Tiago</li></ul><ul style="text-align: right;"><li>nº 26 - Toya<br /></li></ul><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Recomendo <span style="font-style: italic;">umas passeatas</span> por <i>Malha Atlântica</i> <a href="http://www.malhatlantica.pt/lestrangeiras_esag/cultura-portuguesa.htm"> - novo</a> link, aqui ao lado</span>.<br /></li></ul></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-7429641865297554254?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-37952920739998370092009-02-12T12:15:00.001Z2009-02-21T19:22:42.138Z<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZsbPRXAJoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/B3kpE5l-c2M/s1600-h/eli-12-2-2009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZsbPRXAJoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/B3kpE5l-c2M/s400/eli-12-2-2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303862935330760322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Teste sumativo.<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-3795292073999837009?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-36440658644760554132009-02-11T13:00:00.001Z2009-02-21T19:14:02.050Z<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZsXIAGHCaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AJHjZp6nuaA/s1600-h/eli+-+11-2-2009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZsXIAGHCaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AJHjZp6nuaA/s400/eli+-+11-2-2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858412390910370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Teste formativo.</li></ul><ul><li>Esclarecimento de dúvidas.</li></ul><ul><li>O Amor na lírica camoniana - leitura reflexiva de poemas seleccionados.</li></ul><ul><li>Apresentação oral das conclusões.<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-3644065864476055413?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-45805332060886338822009-02-05T13:00:00.000Z2009-02-21T11:04:55.447Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ3iYhZzBsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LrEEJ6jHPv8/s1600-h/de+Mestre_Antonio_Soares.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ3iYhZzBsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LrEEJ6jHPv8/s400/de+Mestre_Antonio_Soares.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304644847023621826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Mestre António Soares, <span style="font-style: italic;">Retrato de Camões</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>"O dia em que nasci moura e pereça" - leitura silenciosa do poema.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/02/excerto-do-livro-de-job.html">Leitura comentada de um excerto</a> do "Livro de Job".<br /></li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Análise do soneto de Camões.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Trabalho de pares: ficha da pág. 287 do Manual.</li></ul><br /></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-4580533206088633882?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-65642090094045245862009-02-04T13:15:00.000Z2009-02-21T11:03:54.806Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_MXhvGmbI/AAAAAAAAARg/VCVw1a7ArSc/s1600-h/Macau-Jardim+de+Cam%C3%B5es+-+agosto+2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_MXhvGmbI/AAAAAAAAARg/VCVw1a7ArSc/s400/Macau-Jardim+de+Cam%C3%B5es+-+agosto+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305183590630726066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://odecimofdaaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/30-aula-15-de-janeiro-de-2008.html">Macau-Gruta de Camões</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>"Erros meus, má fortuna, amor ardente"</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Leitura do soneto.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Pesquisa e oficina de escrita.<br /></li></ul></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6564209009404524586?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-55795322159011394742009-01-29T13:00:00.001Z2009-02-26T22:52:00.492Z<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_XffpqabI/AAAAAAAAARo/HaG6PUtVcs4/s1600-h/camilleclaudelAbandon-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_XffpqabI/AAAAAAAAARo/HaG6PUtVcs4/s400/camilleclaudelAbandon-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305195822137895346" border="0" /></a><a href="http://images.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alter/camilleclaudelAbandon-1.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://texere.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-sem-razes-do-amor.html&amp;usg=__7wT8gUUpzoWoOsxoVxTbfNg63aE=&amp;h=407&amp;w=500&amp;sz=36&amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;start=79&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=0MjuepbUa8bCoM:&amp;tbnh=106&amp;tbnw=130&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcamille%2Bclaudel%26start%3D60%26ndsp%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26rlz%3D1W1RNWE_en%26sa%3DN"><span style="font-size:85%;">Camille Claudel</span></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>"Amor é um fogo que arde sem se ver"</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Leitura do soneto.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>"<a href="http://texere.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-sem-razes-do-amor.html">As sem razões do amo</a>r" - Carlos Drummond de Andrade<br />dito por Scarlet Moon:<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f7e8194" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object></li></ul><ul><li>"<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor.html">Amor</a>" - Jorge de Sena<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-5579532215901139474?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-77651696909272038842009-01-28T01:06:00.001Z2009-02-22T15:26:42.722Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ9TvECafMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vx_ILqqLuOE/s1600-h/aquela+triste+e+leda+madrugada.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ9TvECafMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vx_ILqqLuOE/s400/aquela+triste+e+leda+madrugada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050954068556994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>"Aquela triste e leda madrugada" - Luís de Camões</li></ul><ul><li>"E alegre se fez triste" - Manuel Alegre</li></ul><ul><li>Intertextualidade: análise dos dois sonetos.</li></ul><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Adriano Correia de Oliveira<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d8f5d96" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-7765169690927203884?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-27926405803278052222009-01-22T12:22:00.001Z2009-02-21T18:55:08.554Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_Jdmczk6I/AAAAAAAAARY/HD26mrdXBHE/s1600-h/cperesfeio+para++10-f-2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_Jdmczk6I/AAAAAAAAARY/HD26mrdXBHE/s400/cperesfeio+para++10-f-2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305180396440490914" border="0" /></a><a href="http://odecimofdaaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/32-aula-22-de-janeiro-de-2008.html">cperesfeio, <span style="font-style: italic;">Camões</span></a><br /><br /><br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Camões - "Mudam-se os tempos, mudam-se as vontades".</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Leitura do texto.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Oficina de escrita.<br /></li></ul><br /><br /></div><br />José Mário Branco <br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6b80c14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-2792640580327805222?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-56997039618194743612009-01-21T11:09:00.000Z2009-02-21T18:56:40.545Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_hAhfGXOI/AAAAAAAAARw/2b939B625aM/s1600-h/Simonetta_Vespucci_-_Piero_di_Cosimo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ_hAhfGXOI/AAAAAAAAARw/2b939B625aM/s400/Simonetta_Vespucci_-_Piero_di_Cosimo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305206285170793698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Piero di Cosimo, <span style="font-style: italic;">Simonetta Vespucci<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>O retrato feminino em Camões. A Mulher - O Amor.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>"Um mover d'olhos brando e piadoso"</li></ul><ul><li>"Ondulados fios de ouro reluzente"</li></ul><ul><li>"Tanto do meu estado me acho incerto"</li></ul><br /><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><a href="http://texere.blogspot.com/2004/09/petrarca-di-cosimo-cames.html">Petrarca, "Pace non trovo"</a><br /></li></ul></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-5699703961819474361?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-24590859787306325652009-01-15T12:20:00.002Z2009-02-20T23:56:32.417Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ8-0SqiRHI/AAAAAAAAARA/GdxfX7gep6E/s1600-h/M.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ8-0SqiRHI/AAAAAAAAARA/GdxfX7gep6E/s400/M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305027954150098034" border="0" /></a><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v489/resolver/M.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;">Marie Benoist, <span style="font-style: italic;">Portrait</span></span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Endechas a Bárbara escrava - leitura silenciosa do texto.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Tópicos para discussão: Beleza. Ideal de beleza. Cânones.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Leitura expressiva do poema de Camões.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Clarificação vocabular.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Trabalho de pares: ficha da página 276 do Manual.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><a href="http://texere.blogspot.com/2004/12/lus-de-cames-nuno-jdice.html">Intertextualidade</a> - "Camoniana" de Nuno Júdice.<br /></li></ul></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-2459085978730632565?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-64239560654878192122009-01-14T13:10:00.004Z2009-02-21T00:43:10.027Z<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ9JKhHOGNI/AAAAAAAAARI/ddlthdKyuOc/s1600-h/boticelli+-+pormenor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ9JKhHOGNI/AAAAAAAAARI/ddlthdKyuOc/s400/boticelli+-+pormenor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305039331101907154" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.wga.hu/index1.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">Boticelli, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Birth of Venus</span> (pormenor)</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>"Descalça vai pera a fonte"- leitura silenciosa da redondilha.</li></ul><ul><li>Retrato de Lianor - simbologia.</li></ul><ul><li>Ficha de trabalho.<br /></li></ul></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Amália Rodrigues - "Descalça vai para a fonte"<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=746e947" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;">José Afonso - "Verdes são os campos"<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1bbd992" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="200" height="75"></embed></object></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6423956065487819212?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-59773858394653225542009-01-08T12:20:00.004Z2009-02-21T19:05:32.515Z<br><br><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ88WAO1zrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/U_81pEwRBmQ/s1600-h/renascultural.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ88WAO1zrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/U_81pEwRBmQ/s400/renascultural.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305025234782768818" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">imagem: <a href="http://orbita.starmedia.com/achouhp/historia/renascimento.htm">aqui</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Apresentação oral do trabalho efectuado ontem no C.R.</li></ul><ul><li>A tradição poética. O Petrarquismo.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Esparsa Ao desconcerto do mundo.<br /></li></ul><br /></div></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-5977385839465322554?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-65322898665026992782009-01-07T13:18:00.001Z2009-02-20T23:20:04.793Z<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ846Y3vMKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xu1ANP0AZjU/s1600-h/leonardo+da+vinci.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SZ846Y3vMKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xu1ANP0AZjU/s400/leonardo+da+vinci.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305021461825532066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Leonardo Da Vinci</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Conversa sobre a avaliação.</li></ul><ul><li>Objectivos a atingir neste período.</li></ul><ul><li>Trabalhos a efectuar. Prazos a cumprir.</li></ul><ul><li>No C.R. - pesquisa orientada sobre o Renascimento.<br /></li></ul></div></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6532289866502699278?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-21994143243814479522008-12-18T00:00:00.004Z2008-12-19T11:47:46.705Z<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUmPVUKjqtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EU1a7Ov2tkI/s1600-h/BOAS+FESTAS+-+10-f-2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909634421631698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUmPVUKjqtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EU1a7Ov2tkI/s400/BOAS+FESTAS+-+10-f-2008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUmQiNMedYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0mDnt8RnTBk/s1600-h/Natal-DMF.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280910955400557954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUmQiNMedYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0mDnt8RnTBk/s200/Natal-DMF.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>Síntese do trabalho desenvolvido no 1º período.</li></ul><ul><li>Poema de David Mourão-Ferreira.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Avaliação.</li></ul><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-perodo-proposta-de-avaliao.html">Proposta de avaliação</a>.<br /></li></ul></div><br /><br /><ul style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Vamos ver o espaço do <a href="http://repteis-anfibios.blogspot.com/">Diogo</a>?</span></li></ul><br /><ul style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><li>E ler <a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/12/uma-belssima-histria-de-natal.html">esta </a>belíssima história, de Natal?<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-2199414324381447952?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-65606075926419620032008-12-17T12:34:00.002Z2008-12-19T11:49:44.904Z<br><br><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUonUk3A8HI/AAAAAAAAALU/_35v42tYWMA/s1600-h/andreia+e+joana+e+francisca+-+dez.2008-+eli.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281076747490619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUonUk3A8HI/AAAAAAAAALU/_35v42tYWMA/s400/andreia+e+joana+e+francisca+-+dez.2008-+eli.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">um dos momentos das apresentações...<br /></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><ul><li>O terceiro, e último, grupo apresenta «a minha leitura de...».<br /></li></ul></div></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6560607592641962003?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-88419411182559647632008-12-11T12:17:00.000Z2008-12-18T10:22:25.356Z<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUojnpakR7I/AAAAAAAAALM/-7EsaUxwMOA/s1600-h/Diogo-10-f-dez.2008-eli.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SUojnpakR7I/AAAAAAAAALM/-7EsaUxwMOA/s400/Diogo-10-f-dez.2008-eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281072677084481458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">apresentação de um trabalho</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Apresentação oral dos trabalhos - 2º grupo de alunos<br /></li></ul></div></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-8841941118255964763?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-66515445809620686462008-12-10T10:00:00.000Z2008-12-10T10:00:00.260Z<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ST7nSGb0fEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FxYl2IP82WQ/s1600-h/pequim-8-2007-eli.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/ST7nSGb0fEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FxYl2IP82WQ/s400/pequim-8-2007-eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277910111475760194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Dia dos Direitos do Homem - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2277092421045757636&amp;postID=3815652738050747930">Declaração Universal dos Direitos do Homem.</a></li></ul><ul><li>No âmbito do contrato de leitura, apresentação oral do livro escolhido (1º grupo de alunos).<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6651544580962068646?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-70646491501666495602008-12-04T13:18:00.004Z2008-12-05T18:40:17.680Z<br><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/STlw9AkH4NI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6UPe0ONyPok/s1600-h/can%C3%A1rio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372631867089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/STlw9AkH4NI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6UPe0ONyPok/s400/can%C3%A1rio.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: </span><a href="http://br.geocities.com/barasini/"><span style="font-size:85%;">aqui </span></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><ul><li><div align="justify">Leitura silenciosa do texto de Maria Rosa Colaço.</div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="justify">Explicação de palavras e expressões desconhecidas.</div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="justify">Trabalho de pares: ficha da página 91 do manual.</div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="center">Texto: coesão, coerência, continuidade, progressão.</div></li></ul><ul><li><div align="justify">Correcção do trabalhos e esclarecimento das dúvidas.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"></p><br /><br /><ul><li><div align="right"><strong>Na próxima aula, dia 10, apresentam o <em>seu</em> livro</strong>:</div></li></ul><p align="right">- Ana Silva</p><p align="right">- Ana Lúcia</p><p align="right">- Carlos</p><p align="right">- Chantelle</p><p align="right">- Inês Paula</p><p align="right">- Mariana C.</p><p align="right">- Raquel </p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-7064649150166649560?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-9320735040703625552008-11-27T12:30:00.003Z2008-11-30T14:29:17.513Z<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/STKgo5_axRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6MDkIzAN4oc/s1600-h/de+NC+-+BNP+Esp+N65.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/STKgo5_axRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6MDkIzAN4oc/s400/de+NC+-+BNP+Esp+N65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274454738226300178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Imagem: <a href="http://acpc.bn.pt/colecoes_autores/n65_correia_natalia.html">aqui</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Entrega do plano para apresentação da obra no âmbito do contrato de leitura.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Auto-retrato: leitura silenciosa dos poemas da página 111 do manual.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Breves referências biobibliográficas de Natália Correia e de Mário Quintana.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>Leitura expressiva dos "Auto-retratos".</li></ul><ul><li>Resposta oral ao questionário da página 111.</li></ul><ul><li>Práticas de escrita: Selecção, justificada, de uma das gravuras das páginas 112-113.</li></ul><br /><ul style="text-align: right;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Até domingo, dia 30 p.f., os esquecidos deverão enviar-me, para o email<br /></span></li></ul><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">indicado, o plano da apresentação oral.</span><br /></div><br /></div><br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-932073504070362555?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-69459440303424535442008-10-16T12:20:00.000+01:002008-11-26T19:16:35.515Z<a title="View 10º F - C.R. document on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/8456092/10-F-CR" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; 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font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -x-system-font: none; display: block;"> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/upload" style="text-decoration: underline;">Get your own</a> at Scribd or <a href="http://www.scribd.com/browse" style="text-decoration: underline;">explore</a> others: <a href="http://www.scribd.com/browse?c=160-colleges-and-universities" style="text-decoration: underline;">Colleges and Univers</a> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/browse?c=156-education" style="text-decoration: underline;">Education</a> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/tag/visita%20a%20c.r." style="text-decoration: underline;">visita a c.r.</a> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/tag/aprecia%C3%A7%C3%A3o" style="text-decoration: underline;">apreciação</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6945944030342453544?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-15313070433046568012008-10-15T09:46:00.000+01:002008-10-15T20:48:40.346+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SPZIoFYwtaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cfs0aohsxiQ/s1600-h/10%C2%BAf+-+visita+de+estudo-CCB-CB-15-10-2008-eli.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SPZIoFYwtaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cfs0aohsxiQ/s400/10%C2%BAf+-+visita+de+estudo-CCB-CB-15-10-2008-eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257469468479632802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Visita de estudo ao Museu Colecção Berardo - Arte Moderna e Contemporânea.<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-1531307043304656801?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-7971910818082616452008-10-09T11:08:00.016+01:002008-10-12T13:47:24.494+01:00<br><br><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SO3YNIlpbzI/AAAAAAAAACo/svAyZ4RYSs0/s1600-h/Jose-Saramago-1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255094060366524210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SO3YNIlpbzI/AAAAAAAAACo/svAyZ4RYSs0/s400/Jose-Saramago-1.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: web </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><ul><li><div align="justify">"Carta de José Saramago", página 118 do manual.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li>Leitura silenciosa do texto.</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>Clarificação de palavras e expressões desconhecidas.</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>Leitura expressiva de "Carta para Josefa minha avó".</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>Ficha da página 119.</li></ul><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sugestões para o fim de semana</span>:</div><ul style="text-align: right;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">em casa</span>, na web, blogues:<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://caderno.josesaramago.org/">- O caderno de Saramago</a><br /><br /><a href="http://suggia.weblog.com.pt/">- Guilhermina Suggia</a> (correspondência)<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">fora de casa</span>, na Fundação Gulbenkian:</li></ul> - Cartas de Camilo Pessanha<br /><br />- <a href="http://visitasdeestudo.blogspot.com/2008/10/weltliteratur-8-10-2008.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Weltliteratur</span></a> <br /><br />- (Galeria de Exposições Temporárias <br /><br />- até 4 de janeiro de 2009)<br /></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-797191081808261645?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-3943918393106324572008-10-08T13:00:00.003+01:002008-10-09T11:44:42.008+01:00<br><br><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SO3foG2fIvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3bCxYRWs0Gs/s1600-h/carta+-+Ana+de+castro+Os%C3%B3rio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255102220338143986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SO3foG2fIvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3bCxYRWs0Gs/s400/carta+-+Ana+de+castro+Os%C3%B3rio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: <a href="http://purl.pt/13858/1/correspondencias/272.html">aqui </a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/10/trabalho-projecto-1-perodo.html">Trabalho Projecto</a>.</span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Manual - páginas 128 e 129.</span></div></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-394391839310632457?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-48520917961139250672008-10-02T12:15:00.003+01:002008-10-05T04:17:40.072+01:00<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOUTWllL-3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NEEPEGeIGw4/s1600-h/C.R.+-10F-2-10-2008-eli.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOUTWllL-3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NEEPEGeIGw4/s400/C.R.+-10F-2-10-2008-eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252625819163687794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Leitura do relatório e da apreciação crítica.</li></ul><ul><li>Comentários críticos aos trabalhos apresentados oralmente.</li></ul><blockquote><ul><li><a href="http://visitasdeestudo.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-efe-no-cr-2-de-outubro.html">Visita ao C.R.</a>- a Profª Julieta Silva recebeu e guiou os alunos.<br /></li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/10/bibliotecacentro-de-recursos-da-escola.html">Iniciação à pesquisa</a>.<br /></li></ul></blockquote><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-4852091796113925067?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-13264423625732087332008-10-01T13:00:00.002+01:002008-10-02T22:45:35.885+01:00<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOUVxbMI_GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7NWfCDpilxM/s1600-h/1-10-2008-eli.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOUVxbMI_GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7NWfCDpilxM/s400/1-10-2008-eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252628479254002786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Esclarecimento das dúvidas colocadas sobre a avaliação.</li></ul><ul><li>O blogue da disciplina. Como funciona, para que serve.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li> Leitura expressiva de "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-aula_01.html">Uma carta para Leonor</a>".</li></ul><ul><li>Clarificação dos vocábulos e expressões desconhecidas.</li></ul><ul><li>Em voz alta, os alunos lêem "<a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-aula.html">Peças de Museu</a>".</li></ul><ul><li>Breve troca de impressões sobre estes dois textos de Alice Vieira.</li></ul><ul><li>Trabalho de pares, com base nas notas tomadas, texto de opinião: 'cartas - sim ou não'.<br /></li></ul></div><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-1326442362573208733?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-83964664697071960862008-09-25T21:15:00.005+01:002008-10-04T11:31:57.492+01:00<br><br><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbM0ELDTqLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbM0ELDTqLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">A Carta</span> - <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">trailer</span> português<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span><ul><li>Da carta ao sms - oficina de escrita.<br /></li></ul><br /><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-8396466469707196086?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-68965537218162022432008-09-24T13:15:00.000+01:002008-10-04T11:28:27.652+01:00<br><br><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOdDyugKTkI/AAAAAAAAACA/0KoFOjPOQ7w/s1600-h/m%C3%A1rio+eloy,+bailarico+no+bairro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253242029106417218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOdDyugKTkI/AAAAAAAAACA/0KoFOjPOQ7w/s400/m%C3%A1rio+eloy,+bailarico+no+bairro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mário Eloy, <em>bailarico no bairro</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></em> </div><br /><br /><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Conhecer a turma - trabalho de expressão escrita, como diagnose.</span></div></li></ul><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-6896553721816202243?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-30197369226187288182008-09-18T12:15:00.007+01:002008-10-05T06:19:04.050+01:00<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOZ2nhlXyMI/AAAAAAAAABg/GzogLj-1zlI/s1600-h/reading-in-a-red-dress-karen-cooper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOZ2nhlXyMI/AAAAAAAAABg/GzogLj-1zlI/s400/reading-in-a-red-dress-karen-cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253016436776356034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Karen Cooper, <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/reading-in-a-red-dress-karen-cooper.jpg">Reading In A Red Dress</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-aula.html">Contrato de leitura</a>.</li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-aula.html">Prazo para a entrega do trabalho escrito</a>.</li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-aula_9099.html">Apresentação oral</a>.</li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2277092421045757636&amp;postID=8952818624113431007">Regras para a apresentação dos trabalhos escritos</a>.</li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-aula_18.html">Indicação bibliográfica</a>.<br /></li></ul></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-3019736922618728818?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516689474806653561.post-49857491957706984082008-09-17T13:00:00.002+01:002008-10-05T06:23:28.349+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOKLjEsD7cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hr1A4W8A7Mw/s1600-h/10-F+-+setembro+2008+-+eli.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251913550137650626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOyZcUafQbQ/SOKLjEsD7cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hr1A4W8A7Mw/s400/10-F+-+setembro+2008+-+eli.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-aula-17-de-setembro-de-2008.html">Apresentação</a>.</li></ul><ul><li>Objectivos da disciplina.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Indicação e apresentação sumária do Manual.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Trabalhos a efectuar fora do espaço da aula e prazos de entrega.</li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://eli364aa2.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-aula.html">Critérios de avaliação</a>.</li></ul><ul><li>Esclarecimento de dúvidas.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Preenchimento da ficha individual.<br /></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516689474806653561-4985749195770698408?l=eli364aa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02265887980995720377noreply@blogger.com0